Football Chronivac Part 04

[This one got a bit different than what I normally write at the end. Hopefully that's not a bad thing... 😅😅🐷]

“Can’t I have my phone back yet?” Alex whined as Nick dropped him off at his dorm room. He’d been reaching for it off and on while they were out at the club but Nick was just toying with him. It always just stayed a finger tip out of reach.

“Not yet,” he kissed the other guy on the lips, pushing him against the wall. His strong body easily held the other man down as he pleasured himself. “I’ll give it back to you soon, alright?” Nick sauntered off giving a wink over his shoulder. He purposely showed off his ass all the way down the hall. Alex’s eyes bounced back and forth each time he swayed his thick perky butt. “Promise!” he shouted down the hall.

Alex’s face blushed a little bit as he heard the sound. Nick loved making him a bit embarrassed. There was just something about him that he loved being a power bottom for. Just the way he tried to act coy about not wanting it while never looking away. It was hard not to try again right there. All he’d have to do is whip out his firm butt and Alex would probably have been ready to go again. But he could tell the little guy was getting tired. No reason to keep him up all night. 

Plus his dad would be waiting for him to get home. “Shit…” he groaned as he hopped into his old pickup. He looked down at the phone again. “Why the hell not?” he grinned as he started typing. ‘I have a brand new truck.’

Instantly the chipped red paint turned solid black. The old style truck started to grow bigger with two large bright headlights out front. Even without the brights on he could see far better than what the old truck could ever do. He headed home and then opened up the front door. The porch light was off but he could hear the TV.

It didn’t matter how slowly he opened the door as his dad was sitting in his chair watching the recap of some football games on the sports channel. “Yer late,” he growled. 

“I’m 21 dad.”

“Yer also in my house. You gonna stay here, then ya have ta follow the rules. Got it?” He looked over his shoulder at Nick, glaring. “And if I hear you went to that damn gay club again…”

“Then what?” Nick shot back. The threat seemed to have sent him over. He’d heard it before but this time it pissed him off. “Forget it. I’m going to bed,” he muttered then started typing into the phone again.

Nick’s dad, Joe, felt a tinge of fear for a second. It was the first time he actually felt a bit of a threat come from his son. For some reason he’d always known that his son was so big, but seeing those fists clench up, it sent a shiver down his spine. He shook his head trying to ignore it. But that fear didn’t seem to go away.

“What’s gotten into you,” Joe laughed at himself. Never had he let guys disrespect him like that. When he was working in construction he’d never let another guy tell him off. Even the foreman was a bit afraid of him. Of course that was a few months ago now. He’d been fired after one of the contractors had complained. ‘Fuckin pussies,’ he screamed at the company. He’d almost tried to start a fight but all the other guys had the foreman’s back. ‘Just take the severance package,’ his boss had told him.

He had taken it but after that, didn’t really look for a job. For some reason everything just seemed to piss him off. Even filling out the application, he would end up getting angry and end up quitting. And over the next few months he’d found nursing beers to be far more enjoyable than looking for a job. 

“Damn,” he cursed as he felt the emptiness from his beer. Kicking the leg rest down to raise up his chair he headed for the kitchen. Though the moment he passed through the passageway, he couldn’t quite remember what he was going for. He looked around a bit but couldn’t quite seem to grasp what he’d gone to the kitchen for. Obviously it was to get something but he didn’t know what it was.

Joe walked forward a bit and caught his reflection in the chrome on the fridge. “Is that me?” he wondered, then tried sucking in the heavy belly he had. Though when he exhaled it didn’t seem to go out as far as it had been. Since he’d been laid off, that belly only seemed to have gotten bigger by the day. Now, it started to shrink? 

He looked over it again running his hand down the hard round belly he had. There was no denying that it felt different. He sucked in again and let the air out. It was smaller. “The fuck?” a grin was growing across his face as he saw it deflate even more. His hand couldn’t seem to let go as he rubbed it again.

The round belly pushing out in front of his was deflating. He could almost see the heavy amount of fat disappearing. Each second carved another inch off his waist. He gripped his now baggy pajama pants then let them fall. “Fuck it,” he flexed his arms in almost a celebration. “That too?” he looked over the solid bicep and strong forearms. “Shit… The guys at work would be so fuckin jealous.” 

Veins ran up and down his arms. The dense nature of his muscles seemed to push them out further than usual. He could see the rugged nature of his skin from working outside so often. Mud, dirt, sun, it all seemed to tear away at his skin little by little but then it’d be stronger the next day. Deep calluses formed on the palms of his hands. He could almost feel them on the bottom of his feet too. Having those heavy work boots on all the time seemed to be bad for his feet. Now with the cold tile there instead, it was rather cooling. 

Joe balled his hand into a fist again; watching the rippling muscle tighten. “Let’s see if that son of mine wants to talk back again,” he threatened. Though, 'son of mine' was supposed to be just one word instead. He didn’t notice that he didn’t use a slur, as he was far too distracted by the heavy amount of fur running on the back of his hands up his arms and then across his chest. He caught a glimpse of the thick long beard covering his face. A few touches of gray filled it but he thought it just made him look more distinguished.

“Damn right,” he growled at nothing in particular. He felt pride in his body all of a sudden. Even if he wasn’t near as big as his son, he still was in really good shape. Even had abs sticking out from behind the heavy amount of fur covering his abs. Those hadn’t been noticeable since he’d had his sons. Now he could feel each of those six little bumps. 

His attention was caught by an alarm going off from his phone. ‘Showtime,’ it was set for this late at night? Joe looked it over again, not sure what it meant. Though his subconscious seemed to be leading him towards the computer. He took his seat and booted it up. Looking through the favorites bar at the top he didn’t seem to recognize any of the labels. “The fuck?” his excitement was starting to turn to confusion as he moused over them.

Several of them even had the word gay in the title. But he found his mouse hovering over one in particular and then clicked. Joe’s eyes went wide as he saw an array of half naked and fully naked guys covering his screen. Each picture was another guy flexing or showing off more than he would have ever wanted to see. But his mouse didn’t click away. 

It hovered over the top left with an already logged in account. “Nick,” he growled. Then clicked. “No I don’t..!” he tried to keep his voice down but was shocked to see his own picture plastered on the screen. It had all of his information listed and several pictures of him posing in very compromising ways. Several poses would have easily gotten his account suspended on a normal image sharing website. This obviously wasn’t that kind of site.

The alarm buzzed again. ‘Showtime!’ his mouse hovered over the red circle and clicked. That’s when he noticed the camera sitting in front of him. His dumb face filled the screen as about a dozen people said, ‘hey’, in their own special way. 

“Hey,” he grunted back. A weird amount of confidence came out of him while he tried to figure out what was going on. His eyes scanned the screen but everything he saw only made him more pissed off and then scared. No matter how angry he was getting he couldn’t move from that chair. “So whatcha bois wanna see tonight? I had a really good work out and really hungry right now…”

He held up his arm and gave a flex. The dozen or so people watching filled the chat with a series of hearts and excited emojis. “That one’s on the house,” he stated. 

It seemed to be enough incentive as it wasn’t even 30 seconds before the words, ‘HunterDunker donated $5!!!!! Donut,’ flashed on the screen. It flashed between red and green and then disappeared. Joe felt his throat close up. ‘What did that mean?’ 

His body seemed to know perfectly as he reached over to a large box of donuts and pulled one out. The sugary glaze stuck to his fingers. He slowly pulled it closer to his mouth, then took a massive bite. Then another finishing off the sugary treat. ‘The fuck!?’ his eyes went wide as he realized the assortment of food around him. None of it was for the bodybuilder body he had.

He turned back to the computer and noticed the messages had changed from celebration to calling him their fat little piggy. Each time they chanted ‘oink oink’ he could feel his dick pulse. His mind went a little fuzzy. “What’s next?” he goaded the audience. The words just fell out of his mouth. He wanted to say that was it. Or that this was fucking crazy, but fifteen more dollars were donated.

‘Pizza!’ 

In the mini-fridge he found several slices of an XL pizza that he’d obviously ordered for the night. He took it out of the small plastic container and heat it in the microwave. The smell filled the room. ‘Fuck…’ he stared at the greased soaking into the paper plate. His hand picked it up then he sat back down in his chair, leaning back. The plate sat on his lap. As the pizza traveled from to his mouth several drips of the grease dropped onto his bare chest. He didn’t react, only letting the pizza slide down into his mouth.

Looking back at the screen he could see the dozen or so people still cheering him on. They were typing in their pig noises with pig emojis right behind it. Moreover donations didn’t seem to stop. He had two more lined up. ‘Flex arms,’ that was an easy one. He raised his thick arms up and gave them a powerful flex.

The thick balls of muscles bounced and then returned to their size. But the second was a far more sizeable donation. ‘Pizza and Protein Drink.’ Joe’s eyes went wide. Did it even specify how much of a protein drink he was supposed to have. But there was his shaker bottle and the fridge had a full gallon of milk waiting for him. He started pouring it into the bottle. 4oz. 8oz. 16oz. ‘FUCK!’ Joe couldn’t believe how much was in there. It was almost the whole bottle. Then four scoops of the actual powder? What the fuck was wrong with him. 

The microwave dinged, distracting him for a little bit. But then he looked at the pizza again. ‘How am I supposed to eat this?’ but his body didn’t seem to care. He felt the pizza shove into his mouth followed by a drink chaser. Each new bite of pizza he could feel his stomach filling up more than it needed to be. He wasn’t even hungry when he started. Now he’d already had two massive pieces of pizza. 

‘Donut!’ the computer dinged with another donation. But as he was shoving the crust of his pizza down his mouth he saw the donor say something else. ‘I’ll triple it if it’s all in one bite!’

Greed seemed to feed Joe’s desires more than anything. He was barely even chewing the pizza before washing it down with the drink. He grabbed the donut, grinned into the camera and pushed it all into his mouth. His fingers shoved it to the back of his throat and compacted it into his cheeks. He could feel the sugar glaze costing his teeth.

‘Wowweee!’ the donor commented in his next donation. ‘Wasn’t sure our little piggy could do it!’

“Little?” Joe growled. The word seemed to dig into him. No one ever called him little. “You think this is little?” he stood up and flexed his muscular body for the crowd. He could have easily gone on stage if he wanted to. Other than the slight bloat he had right now from eating so much, his muscles were large, defined and tight.

The audience seemed to have celebrated with another series of smaller donations. Each one happy to see their ‘little piggy’ showing off his hairy body for them. That’s when Joe noticed the red bar on the side of the screen. It was rising up with each new donation. He felt his heart sink as to what that goal might be. But his dick throbbed with anticipation. He ran his hand over to massage it. ‘Is this what they mean by little?’ 

Joe’s knees went weak as his dick sent the answer to his brain. It was like every bit of him was screaming, ‘CORRECT!’ But it didn’t last long as people had already started donating more. He could see the different foods they were asking him to eat. His hands reached for them and shoved them into his mouth. Crumbs, grease, glaze, it didn’t matter where it landed as long as most of it was in his mouth. Plus the mess made him feel like a dirty little piggy.

Each new food he could feel his belly fuller and fuller. He’d already felt full when they started, now it was just torture. But somehow he didn’t mind. He didn’t mind the bloated feeling as he downed another large protein drink. Even as his belly pushed back out in front of him he couldn’t help but feel good seeing those six abs still plainly visible.

The bar measuring his donations was almost to the top. “Oh man…” he burped loudly for the donors to hear. “I don’t know if I could eat another bite…” his hands rubbed the belly sticking out in front of him. But deep down he knew it wasn’t up to him. Whatever mysterious force was pushing him to do it. And each time he complied it sent a trigger to his mind. 

But then someone pushed it over, asking for a video of him playing with his feet. “Feet..?” Joe stared over the belly he’d gotten from eating so much in such a short time. He could feel the extra weight making it hard to bend over. Each time he tried to lean forward he could feel the belly pushing him back. Nausea seemed to have taken over if he moved too quickly.

He eventually realized he needed to lean back and kick his feet up on the desk. Though that didn’t make things too much easier. He forced his weight forward, sucking in as much as he could, then ran his fingers through each of his toes. Each wiggling at the ticklish sensation. 

The chat seemed to roar in unison. ‘We made it! Oink! Oink!’ Joe looked over to see whatever the bar had passed it’s goal. But what now? The thought ran through Joe’s mind over and over. He could feel his body moving towards the other room. He grabbed a large bucket and a large ziplock bag. Inside, he had no idea what it was. It was a dark brown mess with chunks of fruits and vegetables giving it a bit of extra color.

“See this? For being such good donors, I’ll each all of this,” he dumped the brown slop into the bucket. “But first…” ‘What would be first!?’ Joe screamed in his head. His body was moving around the room again and went to a drawer. Inside was a small pink pick nose and curly tail. But attached to that curly tail was a plug. ‘No! Wait!’ he tried to stop his body but nothing seemed to work.

The cold metal pressed up against his ass and then slid in. “Hgneh…” he moaned. Then put the piggy face over his nose. He made sure to let the audience see everything. “Alright everybody. Time to eat,” he bent over and forced his head into the bucket. The slop filled his mouth and he kept licking each and every side of the bucket. 

Despite how full he felt, his body went just as hard as it could to get each and every drop of food out of that bucket. Even going so far to nearly knocking it over. But it was each ding of a new donation that pushed him to keep going. Each ding was a justification to what he was doing. And each ding sent a wave of pleasure from his dick all the way to his brain.

Even as he ate the slop like a dirty pig, he couldn’t help but feel amazing.

The slop was finally gone and Joe took a moment to relax. He flopped onto his ass and held the bucket up to his adoring followers. “All… Done…” he burped. The followers celebrated with their, ‘oinks’ and pig emojis, then started to log off. A few more donations came in. “Save them for next week.”

Joe closed the window and fell on his ass again. The pig tail shoved a little deeper inside. He let out a groan and then pulled it out. Thoughts about how much money he’d just made ran through his mind. “They love me…” he moaned then felt his dick throb to attention again. Each time they chanted oink or showed another pig emoji he felt their attention. 

His thick hand rubbed a little faster. “Fuck,” he grunted thinking about all the humiliating things he’d just done. But he enjoyed each one. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted their attention. “Fuck!” he roared as his dick made a mess on the desk in front of him. His body was on the floor as he fell completely over. 

The sensation seemed to have clouded his judgement as he no longer felt ashamed. Sure a bit humiliated, but he couldn’t wait until next week rolled around. Till then he’d have to work off all those calories he’d just taken in.