Lardfill story ideas part 10

THE BIG JOB

"What would you say your weaknesses are?" 

Gary loved asking this question during an interview because it showed him who a person really is and he felt like this young fat man sitting in front of him would give him a passing answer.   He had been so honest and frank about himself so far, painting a portrait of a hard worker who was in need a job to upload his simple little life.   From the sound of it, the fat slob was only working to support his lifestyle of doing nothing.    He was perfect, and Gary's cock throbbed to life when he heard the obese man's response.  

"I, uh, I'm not a leader.   I'm a follower, and I'm happy being a follower.   I would rather take orders and do them than to have the responsibility of leading others.    I like my life, and I don't want to mess it up by tipping the balance, you know?" his fat chin jiggled as he talked.

Gary was imagining what he was going to do to this young man, picturing his weight skyrocketing as he was led down a dark path for his paycheck.    He guessed he was nearly 400lbs already, and under his wing he knew that he would end up so much fatter.    He let a giant smile slide across his face as he fantasized.   

"Well, to me, you're perfect - uh, Joe," Gary said, remembering his actual name, and not one of the taunting "fat" names that were swarming in his head.   He wanted to call him "fatty" or "piggy" and dive in to suck and tug on his fat nipples and rub his soft fat belly.    But he held his strong hand out to the young man, and shook his soft weak hand with a eager smil instead.   "You're hired."

"Thank you so much, I won't disappoint you, sir," Joe said, blushing as he shook his new boss's hand.    

Joe was aware that he wasn't the best candidate, and was a bit shocked to have such a positive responce to his underwhelming interview.   He was squeezed into the biggest dress shirt he could find and knew he looked ridiculous and had practically given up on expected on getting hired after months of job hunting.   Now, this trim and lean man was hiring him and calling him perfect for the job so Joe was still a bit in shock when he heard he actually got the job.    He wasn't even aware that his dress shirt had come untucked and his underbelly was hanging out a few inches from under the bottom.   

Gary's cock throbbed as he wrapped up the interview with small talk, keeping Joe standing at his office door as he let his erection rage, hidden from view under his desk.    He soaked in Joe's form and had to keep himself from looking like he was fucking the young man with his eyes - but he was.   In his eyes, he was forcing food into Joe's mouth with his cock, pushing it deep down his throat and pulling out to cram more food in his pig face with his fingers, and then plugging his lips with his cock again, pushing more down his throat like an assembly line.    He wanted to nibble his teeth on Joe's underbelly, chewing the soft fat gently with his teeth, letting it slip and slide along his lips.    Gary bet Joe's cock was tiny, just the right size to suck on like a half finished lollipop, the fat swallowing up everything but the head.   His mouth was watering.

"We'll get you all set up at the end of this week, Joe," Gary said as he mentally undressed Joe.   "Don't worry about dress clothes, we give you some shirts with our logo on them.   They're just polo shirts, so they're  casual and comfortable.   What is your size, if you don't mind me asking?"

Joe blushed again, embarassed over the size he was now wearing.

"I think it's 5xl," he replied, not looking Gary in the eyes.   

"Well, we have that size, so no worries!   We actually have up to 10xl, if you can believe it," Gary informed with a big smile.   "We had some past employees who put on some weight working here, so we have all sizes."

"They must have been pretty huge," Joe replied nervously.

"You have no idea," Gary said, his smile steady across his face.  

Joe was shy about his weight, but not ashamed of it.   He actually liked it a bit, he found it comforting and sensual, but gaining weight wasn't something he had goals or an outlook for.   The thought of fitting into a 10xl shirt was quite alarming and disgusting to him, but he also figured that a call center job involving a fast food chain was bound to cause some people to let themselves go.

Joe left the office and waddled home, ecstatic.   Not only was his new job a low stress, 9-to-5, Monday to Thursday job with decent pay, there was also a long list of benefits and bonuses for its employers.  After two years of good performance, there was even a possibility of working from home!   He was also delighted with the news that the company also gave out discounts to their fast food chains.   It was the perfect job for him.

Gary jerked off and shot a load of cum onto the windowpane as he watched Joe slowly waddle away fromt he building.   He knew he had hooked another good employee, one he could control and fatten beyond his limits.   He couldn't wait to have him so obese that he would start working at home, and then it would be all downhill for poor "little" Joe.   He would be in Gary's mercy, begging for the new fat to stop growing all over his body, pinning him down in bed.   He couldn't wait to feed his immobile face, and turn him into another pet.   The last one went so well, and it had been so long since that one.    He came again, picturing his last pet worker...  the 10xl shirt so small on him that it didn't even cover his giant tits.  He had ordered him to eat so much that day, his thin frame dressed in full suit, his pet's bloated mass of lard gorging away at his command with the company logo stretched to the max over the blubber before the shirt tore up the side.    

He needed it again like an addition.   He could only fuck someone when he had made them so fat that they couldn't stop him if they tried; it was what turned him on.   He had had sexual experiences with men who weren't fat, and not under his control and he hated it.   The first time he hired a weak fat butterball, he found a new life surge into him.   He fattened the young man, eventually getting him so obese that Gary starting having sex with his bloated mess of a body, and they learned to love it.    Over the years, they just got fatter and weaker, and Joe would be the best of them all, he knew it.    Gary went home early that day so he could spy on Joe's home address and watch for anything he could use to control him even more.   

Gary was dangerous.   He knew he was a monster, and he wasn't afraid to nurish it.   He embraced it and it had only made his life better.   He knew he should feel guilty over destroying so many young men, making them into spectacular failures instead gave him such pride and strength.   He loved how they so willingly would become immobilized b their own fat and then grasp at someone to save them - it gave him such a power and strength to take that from these men.   They all ended up addicted to food so much that they had no will power left, and they'd do anything to eat more.   Gary would simply take advantage of his creations, making them love getting fucked and prodded just to get the chance to fatten up even more.    It was a trap that left them pinned down and grasping at a chance to pleasure Gary, and he reveled at how far these men would fall.     Joe was going to fall the hardest, he was going to make sure of that.    He was cute and good at heart, and pulling him into a deep pit of pig-like gluttony would be incredibly rewarding.