Janitor Ed was still on the floor, unable to get up. If he had full control of his faculties he would be cursing loudly and calling for his boy or dumbass husband to come help him, or at least he would be moaning in pain, but as he currently was, he could do neither of those things. For one they were unrelated to his still unfinished janitorial duties, of which there were many. And two, because he could scarcely move a muscle. Ed looked like a gang of rival bikers had beat him up, raped him, pissed on him, and beat him up all over again. His face looked swollen, his nose broken in a few places -kind of like if a muscular man had shoved a shoe right into his face with all their strength several times, over quite a few minutes- , and his throat was red and angry, like it was abused with a long tube like object, having made him retch and throw up near where his head was resting on the cold floor, “thankfully he, the Janitor, had made as small a stain as possible, so it should be easy enough to clean once he could move again” thought Janitor Ed.
As for the rest of his body, he was still spasming occasionally and found that he had little to no strength to get up, still quite dizzy from his fall almost 30 minutes ago, keeping the time thanks to the certainty that he must not piss or shit himself for the next hour and a half. His knees hurt, looking bruised - like how they would be if a 250-pound man suddenly dropped all his weight on them, and kept moving them around on the hard floor for several minutes -. His cock felt scratched and probably bleeding - kind of like if an overeager man had given him his very first and very enthusiastic blowjob, while not knowing anything about how to give one - and his ass felt distended, punished, throbbing in pain as if someone had punched it repeatedly. His chest was not much better, having difficulty breathing, as if something was jabbed into it every couple second with wild abandon, making his already hurt ribs crack even more. And while his newly found peripheral vision made keeping tracks of where to clean easier, his body was still unable to move efficiently, so he decided that it was better to save his strength and recover faster, not knowing how long that would take, but taking solace on the fact that he would only stop cleaning once he was ready to lock up. Not one second before, no matter how long it took.
For his part, Janitor Cliff was finishing up the second floor and moving up to the third and final floor of the classroom building, with some difficulty, having eaten quite a lot of trash to be as efficient as possible with his time, now that his partner Janitor was unavailable. And so, he had taken it upon himself to make as little to no trips to the garbage bins, choosing instead to become them and save time that way.
Back in the classroom Bull looked unthinkingly at his boy, not understanding his reaction, but since that was normal for him, he decided to enjoy himself selfishly for a bit, savoring the lingering taste in his mouth, the smell of his boy on his face, and the happy and warm feeling in his gut. Having finally calmed down despite not cumming at all, since as a Daddy his needs were secondary to his Boy’s, and if he was left happy, that was all that mattered. Him happily taking his boy scent with him as a consolation prize to having his boy ravage his hole “at least he still used one of my holes, even if it was the less important one” he thought ruefully, referring to his mouth. “This dumbass head of mine was useful to my boy, that’s all that matters” he thought, happy that his boy had used him at all, knowing that as an animal, lesser than all other people, it wasn't his place to demand fair treatment, once again in opposite of Bill's worldview. All the while he was gently patting his stomach, enjoying the yummy gift his boy had given him, smiling as he remembered the warm feeling from moments ago, wondering stupidly how long it would take him to get pregnant.
Karl looked at the scene uncomprehendingly, truly not understanding what had just happened. The principal had just engaged in a sexual act, on school grounds, with a student! (Thankfully a legal one) in clear violation of at least seventeen different school regulations. And he looked positively beaming. The guy was smiling so earnestly that he looked at least 50 years younger, looking satisfied beyond belief, this despite the still hard like steel, throbbing monster on the floor that leaked copious amounts of pre like a fountain. He couldn’t help himself as he stared at the massive feet of the principal, smelling the funk all the way over the door, feeling his small cock trying to grow uselessly while confined in his cage. All the while he stole glances as his boy, that seemingly satisfied, still had a worried look on his face.
“The guys are probably fine… probably” Thought Jeff still a little out of it, trying to get a feel of Ed through his connection, “I mean Ed can't die, and he can take a punishment, so he is probably fine, Cliff on the other hand… I have no idea what he can be up to, the way his brain works even while turned into the perfect Janitor, he probably is doing something dumb, like trying to shove something too big on his mouth, choking on it or something," thought Jeff. Still, they can probably wait for a few minutes. Since he was just getting started on the 2 idiots near him.
In the security annex of the building, a security guard was snoring away on one side of the room, while the other security guard made a recording of the live feed shown by the security cameras, finishing up his latest one, to add to his growing collection of blackmail tapes against the director.
"I got you now you stupid old man" whispered an angry Patrick Bamer, the 5'8 foot tall, 35 year old security guard, while he looked at live security footage, "I've seen you playing around with that kid for months now, and I finally have enough proof to ruin your life" thought Patrick, as he checked the security cameras installed in the classroom building, plus the ones on the patio that looked inside, showing a clear view of the naked Director giving a blowjob to a student. "The papers will love hearing about this, -Breaking News! Sex scandal at a local high school, is the Director a pedophile??- hell I can even sell the tape to a porn site ha-ha" thought Patrick with an evil look on his face. "Damn faggot, you get what you deserve" he spatted, making the guy next to him *groan" and turn in his sleep. "F€#&" thought Patrick, "I need to be more careful, or Paul here will want to get in on this even more", thought Patrick, "I can just keep the best tape for myself, no need to share it with him" thought Patrick greedily, despite the fact that they had agreed months ago on sharing the spoils of blackmailing the director, having taken turns to keep tabs on him and his little 'hobby'.
Still Patrick couldn't help but wonder why this was happening, he had worked at the place for over 5 years now, and this was the first time he had ever seen something like this, he couldn't believe his eyes when months ago the manly director had cornered that boy in one of the sides entrances, and when he thought no one was looking, started kissing him out of nowhere, like a man possessed. "And now I find out even my supervisor is in on it" mumbled Patrick quietly, watching the bulging security guard on another camera. "No wonder no one realized anything weird was happening" thought Patrick angrily. "This goes all the way to the top; the whole place is rotten" he added in his thoughts with an angry sneer on his face.
In a struck of genius, or after months of staring at the obvious, Patrick thought “It must be something to do with that kid, I have seen him talk to the Janitors a lot too, and if I was a betting man -which I am- I would bet he plays around with them too, even though I've never caught them in the act” he thought frustrated.
Despite not being a computer whiz at all, he was forced to check the cameras by his "supervisor" for years now, having gotten quite good with them despite his lack of a knack for technical stuff, even training Paul on how to use them when he joined the team about 3 years ago.
"That crazy old man" muttered Patrick darkly, as he thought about Karl, who insisted on doing all the work, except for any involving technology, dumping any techy stuff on both he and Paul for them to deal with. So, here he was, stuck in this room most of the time while he was on the clock, stuck with lazy ol' Paul Grover, his roommate, who slept through his day shift and partied all night every day, not caring about the job at all, or having a career, or much of anything other than partying. Still the pay was good, and so, both stuck it out. Plus, the benefits of freely using the school's state of the art gym and other amenities had made dealing with the crazy old man almost bearable. "But now that I know he is a sick asshole I'm not sure how much more I can bear" thought Patrick as he saw his supervisor calmly standing in his usual guard pose as the 'show' happened right in front of him.
Patrick was a generic looking man, if a fit one, having taken notes of what his crazy supervisor did to himself and doing only what he deemed safe, since the guy only talked about his gains or his security guard passion. Still, the results spoke for themselves, and Patrick was shredded, with short golden hair (up to regulation, to keep the crazy freak at bay), deep green eyes and a great looking smile. And thanks to his lean muscular 200-pound body, he gave off a feeling of "boy next door" that made the girls go crazy for him. And he used his looks well, charming all the ladies in the area, until they got bored of him, finding him all looks and little to no brain.
And so, Patrick wondered what the hell was up with the kid, looking him up on the school database and finding out that he was 18 years old, "At least the director isn't a Pedo, freaking disgusting man" thought Patrick as he read Jeff's file. Not finding out anything too unusual. "Both parents still around, he has 2 older brothers… no sisters, pity" mumbled Patrick to himself as he decided on doing a little google search to see what came up, since he wanted to distract himself from the horrible thing he was recording.
"How to change a man so he would fuck you" he typed on a whim, not really thinking he would find anything, but having the feeling that this Jeff kid had done something to the director, having no other explanation for his sudden weirdness.
He found mostly nothing, just lame gay porn, which he ignored, keeping the recording going but trying not to look at it too much for fear of puking his guts out. And just when he was about to give up, he finally found something interesting, a website for a product called "The Chronivac" and as soon as his mind even touched on the possibility that Jeff had used the thing on the director, he felt the most curious sensation.
As Patrick Bamer sat there he didn't take notice of the way his body expanded, tripling his body weight in a manner of moments, nor the way he suddenly felt so very hungry -remembering that he always was, and so it was relegated to the back of his mind-, nor the way his clothes shifted and turned into a similar looking uniform as the one he was wearing, but made off of far better materials, as if tailored, and gigantic in every way, while strangely puffy on his waist. Stains rapidly forming on his armpit, and over the many folds on his body, from his daily sweat, rather than any slobbines on his part. His golden hair thinning out at the top -in clear male pattern baldness-, as a trendy looking ducktail beard appeared on his first chin, covering the second and third ones below, adding such extra volume to his face, to make him look even more ridiculous.
He couldn’t notice anything out of the ordinary, as he was way too enraptured on the show his boy Jeff was putting up just for him on the screen, since in an unexpected twist, the Director was naked on his knees giving out a very enthusiastic blowjob to Jeff. "Now this is a surprise" thought the newly minted Pörk Gammer, aka Gamer-Pig or simply Pig, as was his online moniker, while grabbing onto his many chins -in his usual thinking pose-, “I was almost positive that Mr. Cowbell was a top, giving the way he fondled my boy Jeff all this time" he thought wistfully, while fondling himself with his other pudgy hand over his diapered pants, feeling his smallish cock jump in delight, drenching the inside of his diaper, that he wore just so he wouldn't need to ever get up from his chair, and miss on something interesting.
Pörk Gammer is a 40-year-old, 600 pounds of fat, 5'4 tall, proudly gay pig of a man, millionaire entrepreneur, with average looks -distorted by his weight- and golden thinning hair, with big and stinky size 17 feet, who is laying low on the place of his birth after running an NFT - Crypto scam for over ten billion dollars. With his wicked nature and incredible intellect, he had made short work of the "crypto-bros" scamming them for all they were worth, being forced to flee from his New York home 6 months ago, after the address was leaked online and hundreds of idiots had turned up at his door. Now returning to his hometown and alma mater, finding the place unchanged and still full of hunky guys. "How could I not return to this place?” thought Pig, “No one knows I came from here - I made sure to scrub all records, learning from past mistakes- and the place is still chock-full of meatheads and blue-collar folk, perfect for my hobby" he added with a lustful look on his flabby face.
Pig was a voyeurist, meaning he liked to watch, and watch he did. He loved nothing more than to spy on big sweaty and manly men going at it with each other, he could even stomach -females ugh- if the guy was hot enough. And with his perfect memory, born from his hyperthynesia, he only needed to watch it once and he could recall it over and over in his head, not needing something as crude as a recording to ever need remembering something important, like his boy Jeff.
As Pig was lost in reminiscence, the place surrounding him changed slightly, as the already decent computer equipment turned into a state-of-the-art surveillance station, instantly quadrupling the numbers of cameras on campus, plus adding quite a few around town, just for the fun of it, including of course Jeff’s house, the janitors house, the local gym, police station, constructions sites around town… you get the gist.
All of these was possible thanks to a VERY generous donation Pig made to the school, simply asking to be assigned as a security guard, just so he could indulge on his hobby, plus happily agreeing on installing a new security system for the whole campus, seemingly wanting to work there on a whim for some time. The school board was all too happy to accommodate him, being thankful for his many donations over the years, and more than willing to assist an alumnus, since a lot of them found their way back to the school at some point during their lives. And so, in short notice, Pig had returned to his alma mater, finding the same security guard in charge after all these years, his first crush, Karl Sobaka. And he was looking better than ever -in Pig’s opinion-.
Pig loved the way Karl looked like, and gushed over him constantly, much to the chagrin of the stern security guard, who only humored him on strict orders from up top and in thanks to the updated gear he received, as Pig was big on doting on guys he liked, especially now that he had all the money he could ever want or need. And speaking of guys he liked, his boy Jeff had just made a nice deposit down the old man's gullet "Oh my, what a naughty boy! Cumming down the throat of gramps there so selfishly" Thought Pig as he masturbated over his diaper, smelling the putrid smell of his sweaty feet through his sandals, and watched his obsession -his boy Jeff- as he thought of him, who was very unlike his usual targets, much younger and with less muscle definition, but he just couldn't take his eyes away from him. "There is something about this boy, something important, I must help him rise to greatness" thought Pig, maybe a scholarship? A new car? A house in the Bahamas? Nah I want him right here, where I can watch and keep tabs on him" said Pig selfishly, I'm sure I will think of a nice present for him, I can't wait to see his surprised expression from the random gift from a stranger, said Pig as he finally came at the thought of making his boy happy, , “even if he never finds out it came from me” -he said as his little dick let jumped up again at the notion-.
While Pig sat in front of the monitors, Paul stood stiffly to the side wearing his usual formal looking Butler uniform, standing at the ready in case his employer needed something, all the while holding a tray full of fatty out food for him in the picture-perfect proper butler pose.
Paul Grossir is a French American immigrant, 48 years of age, looking to all like a prime and proper Butler, with short styled black hair, impeccable mannerisms, tone of voice, and a nice firm body, not too developed as to draw attention to himself, but fit enough to carry on all his duties, chief among them, to pick up after his obese employer. He has handsome enough features, if forgettable, with his dark black hair, brown eyes over a thin nose, unblemished skin, and a strong pointy chin, the only thing of note on his face being a pencil thin mustache on his upper lip that didn’t quite suit him, but fed into the stereotype he was going for. And of course, big odorous size 15 feet, encased in immaculate black dress shoes.
Since what only Paul knew was that he was a grade -A- pervert, even more so than the man he happily served, using all the days off and the generous paycheck of his swine like employer - who was only too happy to have finally found decent help - to indulge in his fat fetishism, ‘helping’ dozens of men and women over the years to achieve his ideal for their bodies. His current target being the man beside him, since after the sad passing of his former employer, dead too soon at the age of 60, just after reaching 700 pounds, he needed a new job. And wouldn’t you know it? A reclusive obese millionaire was searching for permanent help, and with his impeccable resume and after an outstanding job interview, he was quickly hired to manage the household of the man who would end up becoming his ultimate obsession, Pörk Gammer. The guy was a genius, seemingly impervious to all his usual methods, perfected over decades, to trick people into letting him manage their lives. Even after years of being at his service, Paul wasn’t even close to make his ‘Piggy’ – as he lovingly thought of him – any more dependent on him. But he was a patient man, and little by little he would feed the man to bursting. In the meantime, he would enjoy the presence of his ‘love’, always by his side, as he expertly hid the massive erection down his slightly too big pants, cupped to catch all the pre, ensuring he wouldn’t stain his immaculate dress pants.
Paul was an insidious man, with a charm capable of disarming almost anyone, his calming voice dampened the mood of even the iratest man, facilitating all his duties as a Butler. The only other person he cared about, besides his employer, was his -boy Jeff-. The first and only person he has ever seen whom he didn’t want to ruin, as not even his parents were spared, both long gone now after gaining enough weight between them for a family of ten.
The few times Paul had stared at Jeff, when he rarely glanced away from his obsession, he had felt a strange calmness overcome him, an urge to ensure the boy before him would never come to harm. And as a man who indulges in his urges, he would ensure that anyone who dared hurt his boy would end up ruined in such a way that they would never hurt him again.
“My lovely piggy seems to be enjoying himself tonight” thought a blank faced Paul as he stared at his obsession, briefly glancing at the screen to catch his boy Jeff playing around with the Principal, not feeling much of anything as usual, except for that strange pleasantly warm -if distracting- feeling he always got when looking at Jeff, and as he noticed his boy having an orgasm, he felt himself climaxing suddenly, as if his body wanted to share the ‘joy’ his boy must be feeling. A brief fluttering of his eyes being the only sign of his orgasm, the first in months, since he only came when he indulged on his fetish, having been unable to the last few months as him and his piggy settled into the town. His face made a genuine smile for the first time in years as he stared at his boy, giving off a proud fatherly feeling, made creepy by his empty eyes. “My boy, I’m so proud of you, you should use others like this all the time… I will teach you all the ways to do it once we meet, this weekend I will finally have a day off, I can’t wait to meet you” he thought as he felt his 10-inch cock rising once again, pleasurably constricted down his pants.
‘…I'm sure I will think of a nice present for him, I can't wait to see his surprised expression from the random gift from a stranger’ heard Paul, as he swiftly glanced at his obsession once again, realizing that he had been so focused on Jeff that he had taken his eyes off his piggy, missing on his one and probably only orgasm of the night. He almost frowned at the sight, a rare feeling of frustration bubbling up, quickly squashed as he realized that staring at Jeff had been worth missing out on his piggy debauchery, as he would undoubtedly cum again, if not today, tomorrow.
‘…even if he never finds out it came from me’ Heard Paul from Pig, as the obese man stared longingly at Jeff trough the screen. Seeing a rare opportunity, Paul jumped at the chance, “That may be easily arranged Master” he said to his piggy in his perfectly practiced butler voice.
Pig blinked as he heard his butler, having forgotten the man was even in the room with him, as he briefly glanced at him before turning back to the screen, not wanting to miss out on any of his boy Jeff escapades, nor caring if he saw him debase himself, he had seen worse after all, in all the years they had been together. “What do you mean by that Paul? Said Pig to his butler, “I do not wish to intrude on my boy’s life, he is perfectly capable of handling himself. I will ensure his future without his knowledge, I will even leave him my entire fortune when I pass -having already made all the arrangements-, but he must grow on his own, I would only spoil him if he became aware of me, I am quite sure I wouldn’t be able to say no to any of his requests, no matter how outlandish” he said with a pout, “I am truly glad we came to this town, finding my boy Jeff has made me the happiest I have ever been”, said Pig with a yearning look in his eyes. “And I must ensure the best possible future for him, and that one sadly doesn’t include me” he said in a rare show of selflessness “I would spoil him rotten, I would turn him into the same sort of man I despise, rich self-absorbed types” he said without an ounce of self-awareness. Making even Paul almost splutter.
Quickly recovering from his surprise, with a renewed sense of ‘love’ for one of the few men that had kept him on his toes over the years, Paul said: “What I meant to say master, is that I can make arrangement for a present to be delivered to him, an anonymous one of course” using his most convincing tone, one tested and tried over decades to persuade even the most obtuse target. As he heard him, Pig briefly glanced at him, unconvinced, quickly looking back to the screen, seemingly done with the conversation.
“As always, it didn’t work” thought a ‘happy’ Paul, feeling his spent cock jump at the silent rebuke of his piggy, hardening to full mast once again in its confined space. “The chase is still ongoing my little white whale” he softly whispered while staring at his obsession, too softly for his target to hear him.
After staring at the screen for a few minutes -and seemingly as an afterthought- Pig said: “Don’t even think about talking to Jeff, I do not want you anywhere near him, your creepy little eyes would scare the wits out of him”.
Paul thought “%#$/&”.
And so, the Chronivac did as requested, ensuring the safety of his user, while making the most useful daddies for Jeff, a 'rich one' and 'a dangerous one', both always watching and ready to jump on his defense, ones that would only contact Jeff if they deemed it necessary. Once again twisting the words of Jeff for the best possible benefit to him.