Emily became his slave. Cooking, cleaning, even doing what little she could to keep his hygiene somewhat manageable. But finally she had had enough.
I'm leaving you she said to him one day. He had grown on his own over 650 pounds. The floor boards of his apartment squeaked as he got up and tried to stop her but he couldn't move fast enough and she had already packed. She walked out and left him there. But That wasn't the only thing she had decided on as she left.
Emily had put an ad in a local gay rag. GAY GAINER NEEDS FEEDER TO KEEP ME FED AND FATTENED. She followed it with his address and she noticed a car pulling up just as she was leaving. This man was obviously gay down to the rainbow belt. But he was your model homosexual. Very well built and muscled. He carried three grocery bags filled full of fast foods.
Looking for Brian? She asked.
Yea you know him?
Up one level last door on the right. It is always open. He gets quite a few pizza orders and they just toss them in.
Great.
And don't believe a thing he says he has guys over there all the time. He likes to make believe that he isn't gay. The dom sub thing is what he is really into. Someone like you can obviously overpower him and tie him down and stuff him. His last guy asked me to get him a shit load of Mc D's one time and I saw him tied up as he stuffed him full. It was totally gross and mesmerizing at the same time. Like watching a house fire you just couldn't look away.
As he went up there Brian screamed who the hell are you.
Your worst nightmare big boy. I got the 411 on you and I have always wanted to explore a desire to dominate a fatboy like you.
Emily heard a thud and knew that the muscle boy had toppled Brian and was probably looking for something to tie Brian up with and gag him while he prepared his first of many meals.