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Dalton had been going through a rough patch lately. He'd recently lost his job, forcing almost all his budget to cover his bills stuck in a part-time while job searching. He barely had any money left for food.

He couldn't have been happier when Sid offered to come over and cook for Dalton. He had no room to decline, the next night Sid taking over his kitchen. It was awesome food, enough to give Dalton a meal for the next two nights. It slowly became regular, whether takeout or cooking, each night the food seeming better than the last.

It wasn't long before Sid was coming over every night, cooking for a family each time. Dalton's appetite only kept up, managing to finish the family sized meal before the next visit. He couldn't help but notice the portions seemed to grow bigger each time, his stomach growing accustomed to the inflow of food, the constant aroma of the food in his house compelling him to eat. His stomach had even learned the habit, his hunger pangs increasing with each minute that grew closer to dinner.

His body only grew with his appetite. His old work clothes no longer fit, forcing him to size up in the expensive uniform. He managed to still fit into his old clothes, but when he needed to size up his uniform again they stood no chance. He had no money for personal clothes, forcing him to stay stuck inside at home in nothing but his underwear, only aiding his continuous growth.

He couldn't hide his growing body any longer. His torso had ballooned, his frame filling out with pillows of fat. He could hardly lean over, a huge belly attaching itself to his front that forced him to sit back, his chest wider and wider as two fat tits hung creased below his sausages for arms. He was an idol of gluttony, his neck and face disappearing behind a fat chin that stretched from his cheeks to his chest. He was a massive mound of fat, a black hole that consumed every bit of food in his house.

He was stuck at the table every night waiting for Sid to arrive, his huge stomach gurgling hanging in the open air. His piggish eyes could only watch the time on his phone as it grew closer and closer to his feeding, mouth salivating at the solitary thought of food. He was nothing more than a fat pig waiting to be fed, and he couldn't escape.