Pig King 2/2
Mr. King persuades the guys to get bigger, but things don't always work out the way you'd expect.
"I see you boys are enjoying yourselves." Mr. King said, standing over the five young men. "Are you satisfied?"
"I'm stuffed." Danny said, rubbing his furry gut.
"Well, that's too bad." Mr. King said. "I was hoping you boys could clean out the cabinet for me so I can get it all restocked for Monday."
The boys looked shocked. "That's a lot of food."
"And you're a lot of man." Mr. King said. "Not that its a bad thing. I prefer it myself." He looked at their guts. "And by the looks of it, so do the lot of you. So eat up."
The guys did so, too nervous to go against King's orders. Who knows what he might do if they didn't obey?
"You boys would do good to put some weight on." He added. "It makes you look better."
Darrin nodded. "Yeah we do look pretty bad ass, don't we." He smacked his overfed belly.
"If you need help, I'd be happy to assist you." King said, grabbing a candy bar and shoving it into Zach's mouth. Zach let out a moan, one of half pain and half pleasure. His rubbed his huge stomach as Mr. King put more food in his mouth.
Eventually they emptied the cabinet of its contents. Stuffed, and lazy, they laid on the cool tile floor for a while. When they finally were able to move, Mr. King heaved them up.
"Have a nice weekend, and make sure you get plenty to eat." He said. "I want to be able to see you boys even bigger come school again."
They just nodded and headed out.
"That was way weird." Darrel finally said. "He like, wants us to get fat?"
"Well, it would explain why so many kids in his classes put on weight. Because he makes sure they have every opportunity to do so." Louis offered.
"That doesn't really make it any less weird." Darrel said. "But whatever, I don't have a problem with it as long as he doesn't try to make any moves on me."
"Same here. I actually kind of like it?" Mark said. "Being fat, I mean. Its nice to be able to eat so much and not worry about what everyone thinks."
"Plus he had a point. We really don't look half bad."
"Alright then, I say we keep this chub train moving right along."
"Sounds good to me."
"I'm in."
So the year continued on much the same. The five of them would eat like gluttons every chance they got, then would stop by Mr. King's room at the end of the day and stuff themselves with greasy, fattening snacks. They ballooned up quite quickly, their bellies bulging and making a thick spare tire around them, their legs and arms like trunks, and their faces round and chubby. The whole time, Mr. King encouraged them, telling them that they looked so much better bigger.
Spring rolled around soon enough, and with it, warmer weather. Sporting sleeveless tees that looked like they belonged to men half their size, their big bellies poking out from underneath, and leaving little to the imagination. They were proud of their work, and were more than willing to show it off.
In gym, they chose to go completely shirtless, their huge bodies shaking with every lumbering step. They felt like beasts, eager to brawl against one another in shows of strength and mass. Everything became a contest, eating, fighting, anything that would let them put their build to use.
Like most highschoolers, they also had libidos that out performed even their own ravenous appetites. They were almost constantly horny, grunting and attempting to shift the bulge in their pants to a more comfortable position. Changing in the locker room took longer, as they remained naked until the last minute, not wanting to force their erect cocks back into their shorts. The bigger they got, the hornier they seemed as well, giving into their animalistic sides and occasionally jacking off in the bathrooms or shower in secret.
Spring break finally came, and the guys were able to relax at home, spending much of their time at each other's houses, in nothing but their boxers, gorging on food and sitting around watching television.
"Man, its been one helluva year so far." Darrel grunted. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything."
Danny yawned, lazily scratching his furry gut. "Same here." he shifted uncomfortably. "Except the part where I'm constantly horny."
"Really? That's the best part." Louis said, stretching, his erect cock hanging from his boxers. "I feel like a true man. Big gut, big dick, and plenty of food to stuff my face with. I can see why King Pig loves it so much."
"Speaking of, how big do you think he is?" Mark asked. "I mean, he's gotta be at least four hundred."
"I'd say four or four-fifty." Zach figured. "Why?"
"Cause, man, I need a goal. I wanna get bigger than that tub of lard and show him who the real king pig is around here." The bear slammed a huge fist onto the table. "And I'm gonna do it before the year is over."
"Well, how much do you weigh now?" Louis asked.
"Three Forty Two as of this morning." He said, leaning back on the couch, and pawing at his crotch. "And I wanna get to at least Five."
"Then what? You get bigger than King Pig, and what?"
"I rub it in his face. Maybe hold him down and force feed him till he can't move." Mark said evilly.
"Dude, that's messed up."
"Why is that? He said he likes getting fat, so I say we make him the fattest he can be."
"We?"
"Well, I figured you guys would want in on this too."
They looked at each other. None of them wanted to say it, but they didn't have a problem with it either.
"Alright fine. Lets do it."
So the five of them continued to gain weight, getting bigger and bigger with each day. They bought weight gain supplements to help them get to their goals in time and they took every chance they got to pig out.
The night before the last day of school they met up at Marks house, they weighed themselves. They had all surpassed the 500 mark with ease, and were nearing the 550 one.
At the end of the day that year, as Mr. King went out to his car, five large men grabbed him and hauled him away.
Nobody really knows what happened to Mr. King after that. He called in to tell the superintendent that he won't be returning next year, and that was that.
The super thought his voice sounded funny, almost like he had a mouthful of pudding and was being held at gunpoint.
Rumor has it that he got his legs broke by some former students of his for getting them fat and they made him quit his job, while others say he was fired for providing greasy unhealthy food to the kids, while a few even say he and another student ran off together.
Personally, I don't know what to think. However, all I know is that when you walk by his house, sometimes you can hear grunts and squeals coming from it, and other times, you swear you see something huge and pink by one of the windows, if only for a moment.
Mr. King himself, however, has never answered the door. Usually its a young man who says he's Mr. Kings house sitter. But judging from the sizes of the guys who answer, I wonder if they've been helping themselves to his food...