The App #MARKUS - Photoshoot of Fatness

Sat in the large white room, surrounded by beautiful images of guy in tight underwear and designer clothes, Markus had been waiting for hours. It was the part of his job as a model that he really hated. The waiting. He was told that morning on the phone that they had work for him, so he’d made his way to the office in the center of town, a good hour away from his flat, where he had now been for 3 hours. Finally, a woman poked her head around the door and waved him over. “Ah Markus, sorry about the wait” She handed him a small sheet of paper. “It’s a beach shoot down by the dockyard. They wanted someone with your talents and we-“ he’d already stopped listening. The paper was of a set of guys, in just their boxers, on a beach, followed by an address. It wasn’t hard, but he was polite enough to stand and nod as she explained, he wasn’t paid enough for this. “-and once your done just head back here and we can arrange payment, with agency reductions that’s…five hundred and forty.” Markus gave a fake smile, but knew deep down that was nothing, if jobs were going to be weeks apart like this he’d be broke before long. Good looks only get you so far. “Thanks, sounds great” He turned and slid past her, towards the front door “I-er better make my way there, traffic and all that” as he slipped away, not giving her a chance to answer. “Not that she’d have had anything useful to say anyway…” he muttered under his breath. He was 6ft, board shouldered, most of his shoots had him in tight boxers, mainly in pools showing off his body rather than the actual product. He beeped his keys from his pocket and saw the red sports of his car lights flash in response. He open the thin door, sat down and grabbed a yellow and grey striped workout top from the seat next to him. Pulling it on he felt slightly better, he was proud as hell of his body but he didn’t need the attention 24/7. He pulled out his keys, then started to drive, following his phones GPS to the beach location.

He could only have been driving for about 10 minuets when his phone screen suddenly died. He only looked away for a second, trying to drive and also restore his only means of getting around the huge city, a car beeped behind him. Starting to worry he was going off course, he glanced ahead and noticed a set traffic lights “Yes!” He yelled, he’d never been so happy see a red light. The car slowed to a stop in the line of cars and he grabbed his phone. Now annoyed. The screen had turned bright red now, that was probably a bad thing, he thought, so he held the off button hoping to hard reset the device but still, nothing changed. “I don’t have long damn-it just work-oh…w-what the?” He watched perplexed as bold white writing faded into view, a small text box he could fill himself appeared under it.

ONE WISH TO CHANGE YOUR LIFE?

“I don’t have time for these bloody pop ups!” He franticly filled out the box, not caring what it was, only that it needed to be off his screen or he’d be late for the shoot. He couldn’t afford to lose his income, or be arrested for using his phone in his car, over a silly pop up post from Facebook or some damned advert. He paused, but only to think what was the harshest response to really get across how angry he was to whoever had sent it. Assuming they’d see his reply. The lights ahead turned yellow, he only had a few seconds. “I wish I didn’t have to drive to work and deal with this bull shit every day!” and smashed enter. The lights went green and Markus was only more furious when the red screen remained. Now showing just his name and age.

MARKUS 25.

“Oh jeez, I’m gonna be in so much trouble-“ he tried in vein to remember the directions,but the map only showed so far ahead. He gave up, pulled the steering left and headed for a side street off the main road he’d ended up on. He’d need to park up and sort this out, he had no choice. Pulling up by a kebab shop, in a slightly run-down part of town he’d never been in before, but that didn’t matter right now. He took his phone again and was about to yank the battery out when it began to ring, the buttons to answer still appearing over the top of the unknown app. Calling: The Agency. “Works calling? No way, they can’t be complaining I’m late already-can they?“ He tapped the small green button. “Hey, what’s up?” His bosses voice came through “Oh hey Markus, change of plans. Need you to head toooo-“ his voice trailed off as Markus heard him shuffling though paperwork, as if it had just that moment ended up on his desk.  “-AH! Here it is, down to the lower side of the City Centre, they wanted some long-term work and I remembered you saying you were after all the hours you could get.” Markus was a bit shocked, not just was this sounding like a serious long term job but he was, by chance, in that exact area, so he could be early to this shoot and make a good impression! Maybe his day was going to be ok after all. “A-awesome! That sounds amazing thank you” His boss finished by explaining the location and sending it to his phone, but very little else before hanging up on him before he could ask questions. Markus lowered the phone and was amazed to see the red screen peel back to allow him to use his GPS again, but only for this new location. “Well least my phone is playing along…that’s something”

When he’d assumed he was close by, really wasn’t wrong. It was 4 streets from where he’d pulled up and down to the bottom of a long alley he found what seemed to be a large industrial estate. It had a massive lorry pulling out from it and Markus’s nice sporty car was looking more and more out of place. He checked the GSP screen. It 100% said straight on and turn right, into the industrial estate. “Fair enough, whatever you say GSP-overload” trying to joke to himself as he put the car into gear. He eventually parked by MOT service center and got asked twice if he wanted his car looked at before he managed to explain he was here for a shoot of some kind. The oil covered men had no idea but luckily a voice shouted from above. “Oi mate up ‘ere init!” Markus stepped back from the garage door and saw an open window two floors up, with what can only be described as a thug hanging out the window. “Can I help you?” Markus asked, with an air of politeness of course, but he was starting to want to leave and check his GSP. “You Markus? Ya early cuz” His heart dropped a little, this WAS the right place. “Y-yeah that’s me, from the model agency.” He couldn’t help but notice the two bulky car workmen were laughing under their breath at the very idea of a male model as he walked around towards the window high above him. Following the thugs hand gestures towards the rear of the building. “Head round back init, we’ll let ya in” “Ok” Markus replied, half to himself as rounded the brick wall. It was dark, even for the middle of the day. The buildings had huge pipes that went over his head and the smell of oil from the cars around him was overpowering. He approached the only set of stairs he could see and followed them up to the roof onto what seemed to be a couple of dingy flats packed in above the garage. One of the doors, with “KUNT” written across it, swung open with a loud thud. “Mate there ya are c’mon we got shit to do fam”

Markus soon found himself stood in the dingy flat, it smelt badly of weed and the kitchen, what he could see of it, was covered in beer cans and food that had been left to rot. It looked like a drug den off the TV. “You er, got a place booked for this shoot then?” He finally managed to ask as he was ushered into the living room, even darker because of the thick fabric curtains. “Na, got everything here” and the Thug gestured to one other guy with a phone on a tripod with a cheap looking light ring around it. He was getting worried, but they wouldn’t send him to some shit hole for no reason. “So what’s the job? You need a model so-here I am” he said brightly. The thugs grinned at each other, the larger one he’d already met stepped forwards, pulling out his phone. “I’m Jank and this twat with the camera is Kev. We test bondage gear and need a guy for shoots. We got your advert-” Markus couldn’t quite see his phones screen from where he was stood, but he swore he could make out a red glow not unlike his  own phones screen glowing in the dark. Jank spanned out of it and put his phone away “Well? Get on over here and we’ll see if it even fits first”

Markus was led round the small L shaped room to reveal a wall with two hooks and several weird shelves above. “Stand there init” Kev pointed from behind the camera. Was he already recording? Markus walked over and put his back to the wall where he’d pointed. He felt a firm grip around his wrists as they were lifted up and chained firmly into cuffs attached to the hooks. “Oh-hey that’s tight man!” Markus protested but seconds later Jank was done, standing back, key in hand. Leaving Markus stuck, arms held bent by his head and chained to the wall above him. “So this er, is this how you want me for the shoot?” But Janks grin only widened, revealing a missing tooth. He turned his baseball cap around and grabbed something from behind Kev on the wall. Kev was only focused on his camera screen now, he WAS filming this. “W-whats going on?” As Jank approached he suddenly felt very vulnerable. “Listen-MUHPMUH!” He barely got a word out as Jank reached up and shoved a gaged tube into his mouth, tying the thick leather strap around his neck. “There we go, now the funnel Kev!” Kev reached back from his seat and threw a large black funnel with a curved tube attached towards them. Jank caught it, turned and without pause attached it to Markus’s mouth gag. He tried to struggle out of it but he was basically powerless, they’d tricked him! “MUUUHPH” was all he managed as his muscled legs kicked out. “Oh he’s a fighter init” Kev jeered while the larger Jank walked out of sight for a moment. Markus heard the sounds of something being poured before he came back with a huge jug from somewhere on the floor. He sloshed it back and fourth, the sheer weight of the massive jug causing it to sway massively in his arms. The contents was thick, yellow and gloopy just like a shake. “Let’s get that fight out of you lil’man” Markus tried to hold back but within seconds he was swallowing. It was so thick, maybe ice cream was involved, he could barely think as more and more kept coming. After a while he got into a rhythm, finding space to breath through his nose. “MUUUPHHHUMP” “Yeah man ya doing good, see!” He felt the thug slap his belly and laugh as he kept pouring. “WAIT BELLY?!” Markus scremed in his mind.

He tried to kick back again but his legs didn’t move much, barely at all in fact?! They felt sluggish and heavy, they didn’t seem to move the same way they didn’t when he arrived. He shifted his weight painfully as he felt his striped shirt being lifted up by Jank. He could feel the cold air against so much more skin that he was used to. “The fuck is going on?!” he begged to no one in his head. Still chugging the thick shake still filling the funnel.

“Your gonna be perfect for this shoot dude, just gotta work on this skinny body of yours ay piggy” giving his now even larger belly a slap. It wobbled like jelly, worse, he felt his tits and sides wobble with it as the wave traveled his body. His six pack was long gone. It was ballooning outwards now, on the very brink on loosing to gravity when finally the shake ended. Gasping for breath through the tube Markus could barely move. His arms ached, not just from the fat they’d gained, but the muscle he’d lost made it painful to hold them up for long. “Oh wow look at you sweat pig, just from standing there fuck mate that’s bad” Markus couldn’t lower his head far because of his chest pressing back but he was feeling the burn. His legs struggled as his belly gurgled loudly. He could feel his insides bulging and shifting as the huge, thick shake settled as fat in every part of his body. He felt a slap against his face “Oi don’t flake out on us mate! We ain’t done yet not by a long shot” he looked over at his cameraman.

“Kev…get the Keg” he said it with a dark tone like he’d said it many times before. Markus could only squirm while Kev dragged a steel keg along the floor. It was labeled “BEER+” with a messy black marker. It had smaller “4 da pigz”, “FAGGOTZ” and such other foul graffiti all over it too of course. Worse, it was almost dripping, sticky looking, like it had refilled over and over with very little care for keeping it clean. Then, almost more terrifying, was the surprising show of strength from Jank as he lifted the huge keg that Kev had to drag with ease. Placing it onto a steel rack just above Markus’s head. He couldn’t look up to see himself, but Kev got a great shot. The tap on the bottom corner of the beer+ keg being lined up above the funnel, once it was opened. The whole keg would drain slow and steady into their hostage.

“Your gonna like this” he muttered while Markus stood in painful suspense. He wasn’t given any warning either as he heard the squeaky turn of the tap, then his mouth was full, then his throat was full, but it kept coming. He gagged, but it didn’t stop. It tasted foul, he hated beer and whatever else was in it made it sour and harsh on his nose. His belly felt tight, soon it started to push outwards again, but now much faster. His whole body began to fill, almost like liquid, which made sense. He could feel his gut starting to give in and hang, his nipples were rubbing on his vest and felt like they’d been tied to weights as his pec pulled down and apart over his massive gut. “Like the taste bitch?” Markus could only swallow unendingly but watched as Jank pulled down his joggers to reveal his fithy jock strap. He grabbed it with a large hand “Straight from the pisser, probably bit stale now though” Kev laughed and they fist bumped as Markus realized it was beer…and piss, this thugs piss! He regained his struggle, harder than even but only managed to make his stomach rumble. His ass pressed out against the wall and before he knew it “PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUT” He kept swallowing, he had no choice, but still even Markus shocked by the loud fart. The smell however, was much worse.

“Oh wow that is bad, I thought mine were bad fuck” Jank covered his nose comically as Markus felt another one brewing. He tried to hold it in but his muscles just weren’t strong enough anymore and it pressed past. “PFFFFUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHUP” Now Kev was covering his nose “Ho oh hell naw, make it stop man” he was laughing but audibly disgusted. Markus felt it, he was sweaty and hot, his gut was now becoming so large and tight it was hurting and now, he couldn’t stop farting as the gassy beer and piss built up inside him.

He almost didn’t notice when the beer+ stopped, he’d been sucking so long he only realized when the familiar feeling built up but instead headed up. “BURRRRRRAAPPPPPPPPPP-HIC” he bellowed into the empty funnel. “PRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFFRRRTTTTT” followed out the other end. “Get the plug dude, I got an idea cuz, he ain’t gonna like it though” Jank shouted to Kev as he began to untie Markus, one click and he fell to the floor from his own mass. He slapped the ground, his sweat dripping onto the floor as he pushed himself up onto his belly to try and stand only to be pressed back down by a foot on his back. “You fuckin stay there pig” as Kev threw the huge butt plug towards him. “Yeush Siiiir” Markus managed to mumble into his pipe before he could stop himself. “That’s better, hold still ay” and Markus did. His whole body holding fast just like he’d been told. “W-what the fuck is happening to me?! Fight back!” but his mouth didn’t move.

The cold tip of the huge plug pressed between his ass cheeks. Markus yelped as he felt the huge girth being pushed deeper, sliding between his flabby ass before it reached his tight anus. Markus could feel it, the feeling again, building up in his gut and pushing down. What would his master say if he farted now!? “W-ait, no I need to get out of here!” His ass pressed back against the plug but the Thug wasn’t having any of it. He yanked his ass apart, spitting into the gap “Fucking gonna take it mate, so get used to it” slapping his ass as it slid a small way inside. Jank took his chance and pushed hard, it pulled his hole open and around the huge ball. Markus wanted to scream but part of him, it felt good to be so full. “Ooooooooo” he echoed down his funnel as Jank, with a final shove, won the fight against his tight ass as the plug popped inside. His hole tightly gripping the base, it ached and he felt even more full than before. “I think he likes it cuz!” He heard Kev laugh from the cameras direction as the straps from the funnel were undone and he finally got a break to catch his breath. His new chins slapping up to meet his face. He felt another fart, it loudly gurgled inside his gut and he felt it press downwards. His face strained as he tried to release but the plug sealed him shut.

“I-it hurts-“ He managed to gasp as his stomach rumbled again, expanding with trapped gas. “-s-so good!” Jank and Kev laughed at their pig, almost immobile on the floor and only getting larger by the second. “Help me flip him over man” Kev walked out, even he could see that Jank would need help. He threw down some blankets next to Pig before they both pushed. It was like turning a whale, his sweat and hair made him slippery while the plug did nothing to hide his skink. “BURRRRRRAAAAAAAUUUP-HIC” Pig belched as his insides moved and shifted as he was rolled onto his new blanket.

“Help-HIC-so full-“ Was all he managed as his head laid back, his neck folds more than enough to pillow him. His pecs were like slabs of fat, rolling down his sides. Now his gut was stuffed from one end, every time he farted he only swelled further. His belly didn’t hang now, probably never would again. It stuck out and pressed against every part of him, pinning him to the floor. “Help ya?” Jank finally answered as Kev started to put away the camera and set it up by his feet. “You’re the one who wanted a live in job, now ya got one” he held his own phone towards him and revealed a RED advert with his name. A picture and list of kinks and jobs he would do. “B-but I-my-pig’s phone” he managed to get out between another large belch. Jank walked over to the tattered remains of his clothes and picked up his phone. “This? Just says PIG mate? You really were keen init”

Pig managed lift his head just enough to see that his phone was still red screened, but now showed the word PIG where he name had been, and his age said he was 30. “I-HIC-but-MUUUUMPH” Kev finished setting up the camera, and now moved to his head, gagging him mid sentence. “Pigs don’t speak, Jank you wanna get some food and do this guys shoot later?” Jank watched Pig squirm as he dropped the phone and stood on it. It shattered and the red screen died with it. Pig could only watch in horror.

“Yeah, we paid for 3 years and we’re gonna make that easy selling the videos. Plus he can’t move, he’s fucked. Least he got a decent job though- I’d be fucking chuffed to work from home init“ he joked, punching Kev in the shoulder as they walked out the door.