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Brad was a very buff young male, around three hundred and fifty pounds and he was practically always at the gym. Part of that reason, is that he didn't have a job! Until now he had been living off his parents until they decided to no longer take care of him unless he found a job. He's been searching but no one will hire him.

He was searching through the newspaper looking for possible job options when he saw an add for a cook at a motel restaurant called The Greasy Hog. The job didn't seem hard at all and it was great pay! He settled the paper on his kitchen table and decided to check the place out the next day.

Brad woke up and drove straight to The Greasy Hog. Brad would never step in this place if it wasn't for the job; all the fattening foods were horrifying to him! He finally found the manager and asked about the open job.

The manager practically handed him the job! Brad didn't even need to say anything and he got hired. As he went to follow the manager a four hundred and twenty-five pound trucker sitting at the motel bar spun on his bar stool.

"What's a guy like you doing here? Don't seem like a place you'd take too."

He spits a wad of chewing tobacco into a golden urn on the floor. His body reeked of smoke, beer, and musk. His hair long and very matted with grisly unkempt bread.

Brad turns towards the pig trucker, "At least I'm here to better my life instead of just sit on my ass making it bigger. You lazy bastard."

Getting mad the trucker clutches onto his fork as he watches Brad walk into the office, "Go on and enjoy it while you can. I have a plan for you."

He climbs off the stool and heads into the lounge area. With Brad stepping out and the door shutting the trucker wakes up from his slumber. Hearing the two speak he leans around the corner to hear well.

"So if you wish you will always have a room here for you stay at if you so choose so Brad." He is handed a set of room keys with a set of kitchen keys. "Think of this as your second home if you will." As the two converses a little more with the manager points towards the elevators. Seeing the trucker gets an evil grin and follows Brad. As he pushes on the button the elevator doors open as the trucker makes his way to the other empty elevator as they both rise to the correct floor. Getting off, he sneaks behind Brad. For being such a big pig he has quite feet.

Eventually Brad reaches his room and opens the door. Having it close the trucker stands in front of the same door as he chuckles and reaches down into his pants and pulls out a vile. "I've been waiting for a chance to use this." Pulling out a credit card he swipes it where the latch it and wriggles it until the door clicks open. Stepping inside, he moves further in hearing the water running in the bathroom. Looking around he sees a jockstrap lying on the floor. He quickly grabs it and shoves into his face and takes a deep whiff of it.

"Oh yeah.... That never gets old."

With that he hurries out of the room closing the door and heads back down the elevator.

Later a knock comes on Brads door as he opens it wearing a towel around his waist with his upper body being bare with his chest nice and full followed with beautiful set of abs. At the door was the manager. "Sorry but I forgot to tell you about the rules: it isn't very complicated just you must wear your uniform at all times during working hours and you may have any burgers, fries, etc. during lunch break or after your shift...for free."

Brad was fine with everything and agreed joyfully. Finally, the manager handed Brad a uniform consisting of a shirt with a picture of a hog and the restaurant's name, and black pants. It was a very easy little outfit so Brad was generally pleased. He then agreed to begin with hours from 4pm to 1am for all days of the week. His shift started the next day and he was excited to make some money.

The trucker eventually made it back to the main floor as his breaths heavily being filled with adrenaline and fear as he heads for one of the bathroom stalls with the jockstrap in his grip. "Make a fool out of me will ya." Heading into one of the smaller stalls he takes another heavy whiff of the jockstrap as he moans again with his dick now pushing against his jeans.

"Yeah, let me get this snake out." Undoing his jeans and drops them with his cock looking even bigger under his huge belly as pre stains his already dirty briefs looking a dingy yellow color. Tugging down his briefs releasing his fat sausage like dick as it wagged and his balls bounced with his thick wide thighs wobble. The trucker chuckles as he shoves the jockstrap around his dick and begins to stroke with it as he moans and pants hotly.

"You dumbass jock... no one's... makes a fool... out of me.... And gets away with it...." Not taking long the vengeful pig trucker blows his load into the garment as he sweats and breathes heavily. Lifting that vile with the liquid he opens it and pours it over the piece of spooge covered clothing as it soaks in and has everything appear to vanish from off the garment.

"Nice, now let's see how you like it here mister jock."

Brad woke up bright and early, got out of bed and took a shower. After getting out he looks around and finds his jockstrap from last night as he puts in on adjusting his very well endowed junk making sure it fits.

"This jockstrap feels like it just came out of the wash but I didn't do any laundry. Weird." He puts on his uniform, which was a bit snug but didn't bother him. Today as he went down to the main lobby and into the bar area he sees the pig trucker.

"Wow! You sure don't ever move from that spot do ya."

The pig just grunts and sneers back, "Like ya said. My ass is just too big to move."

As Brad and the trucker continued to look at each other a strange feeling coursed through both of their bodies but it was felt stronger by Brad as he shook his head.

"I gotta get to the kitchen and see what all I need. Hope you enjoy your stay here."

Those words coming out of his mouth the trucker tilted his head some, "Did he just say something nice to me?"

As the day went on Brad would do what he could to get the kitchen ready for lunch time as he prepared all kind of food for the buffet line. Seeing all the fattening burgers, fries, and a coke for lunch he did his best to tell himself this was just a job to help him stay on his healthy lifestyle. The more he cooked the food his stomach began to gurgle and growl for it.

"Quite you, I know you're hungry but I can't eat this."

Moving the big food trays full of all the tasty and fatty foods onto the buffet area he sees the trucker now in the dining hall as he watches him. Brad turns and catches the pigs sweaty greasy shirt as his lower belly is now exposed some. The trucker wondering if the liquid is starting to take effect, he waddles towards the beefy human and grabs a burger taking a big messy bite. Food falls from the sides as he smacked his fat lips together. Brad almost dropping the tray as he watches the pig eat a soft groan sounds from his mouth with his stomach growling even louder.

"Seems like you're hungry. Let me help with that."

He grabs the tray and sets it in place on the buffet. Turning back around Brad is gone.

"What the fuck was that!? Why did I find that attractive? I've never found obese guys like him cute or sexy. And why am I so fucking hungry!?"

Saying those words he tears into all the fatty food he had made in the kitchen doing his best to quell his hunger. After devouring most of what he made with his abs now being pushed out looking like a small ball he grabbed his midsection and groaned from all the pressure inside of it.

"What the hell.... Why... did I do that...." huffs and puffs sound from the bloated jock as he slowly came out of the kitchen to once again see the trucker who was just smiling at him.

This routine happened again that night for dinner and the follow couple day till he called the manager from his room saying he didn't feel well. During this time he tried to go to the gym as much as possible but it was just so hard! He would try and go early in the morning but all the free food from his previous gorges would incapacitate him. His uniform was already a bit tighter and snug just about everywhere. He tried to shrug it off but not going to the gym was starting to sound more like an option.

Getting out of bed he makes his way to the bathroom and turns on the faucet water. Splashing his face a few times to wake himself up he stares at his reflection. With his new eating habits it's started to affect his dress and hygiene.

"Whew...." after smelling his pits and rubbing his face with the start of a beard growing out. "Guess it has been a couple days." He grabs for his toothbrush but stops when he now noticeable ball belly. "What has gotten into me? My abs have started to vanish but... I can't shake this feel..."

A knock comes from the door as Brad heads back into the bedroom and grabs his jockstrap strapping it on with his butt now beginning to push further out and his hips hug the waist band. "Ugh... I'm gonna need new clothes soon." He opens the door with the pig trucker not stopping as he barrels his way into the room.

"Hey buddy, thought you could use some company when I heard on the phone you weren't feeling too well."

Brad started to get upset until the aroma of food caught his nose. Sniffing the air he moved closer to the pig as his stomach rumbled more and louder. Knowing he has him he reveals the package.

"This is just something I whipped up. I call it the Winning Hog." Which was a HUGE meal that only someone the truckers' size could take down. It was filled with multiple fried chicken pieces, four pounds of mashed potatoes, two pound of fries, five biscuits, and five pounds of chocolate pudding. Then he brought out a three gallon jug of whole milk. "Looks like you got some work to do."

Brad horrified at the size of all of it but his stomach begged for all of it as he reached down and picked up a drum stick as he tore the skin of it with his teeth.

The trucker watching as Brad scarfed the food down his mouth and ate as fast as he could. By his fourth piece of chicken, he was starting to fill his stomach get stuffed and almost ready to give up. However, he looked over to see the pig grabbing a big spoonful of mashed potatoes and bring it to his lips.

"Come one you fatty. Yes, I mean you."

Hearing those words made Brad so happy and gave his swollen belly a good pat. Although that wasn't the end of the feast that day, the pig continued to feed his new friend as he pushed him more and more as his ball gut began to grow round and bigger looking more like a belly.

"Ugghhh....,' groaned Brad as his cock is now erect and leaking pre onto his jockstrap. "Help.. me..." moaned the bloated now former jock as he reached for his wet garment.

"Seems like you've changed your tune for a few days ago I see." The pig grabs the clothes member and squeezes it making Brad flex his muscles as he moans. "What an improvement I must say too. Love your stink and that beginner's beard." Buries his face under one of the armpits and takes a deep whiff as he exhales a groan of his own with his dick getting hard and horny.

Getting out of his clothes in a hurry he pushes the human onto his bed as he strokes his swollen cock. "You ready for this pig meat." Brad just moans as his head swirls with his belly now looking like a mound as it pushes into the air. "Good boy. Guess my little magic trick has worked on you." Lifting the thick muscular legs of the overfeed stud he jams his member deep into his beefy ass without warning.

"AAAHHHH.....," cried out Brad as a wad of cum spooges from his jockstrap.

"I can tell we are gonna become real good friends. The names Clyde." With that he continues to fuck Brad's ass until they both pass out. This ritual went on as a couple weeks went by. Not only had Brad gained a couple hundred pounds with his being a huge slob just like Clyde the trucker. Having grease stains all over his clothes and his now massive belly hanging out with a nice pair of mobs to match. Didn't take much either for his back side to get some loving as his jeans never could cover that top section. Eventually Brad had to get suspenders to help support his now sever hundred and eighty pound girth. Those muscles from way back were still there which allowed him to keep mobility and shape but they had been buried.

"Brad! Lunch almost ready?" Brad waddles around as he now serves super rich and fatty food with every guest leaving just a little bit bigger.

"Almost Clyde. Hang on." There was another side effect to that liquid. Since Clyde came in full contact with Brad the more contact he had with him the more he started to change and grow with his new partner. The two not looking too much different than the other except Clyde's beard was a tad fuller and gritty looking. "Alright, here it comes." He comes out with a super version of Clyde's Winning Hog meal.

They dug in as soon as they sat down at the table. They pigged out so much that their stomachs seemed as if it was about to pop!

"Man, you're really filling me out, I mean look at that gut,' exclaimed Brad.

A sigh of bliss replied Clyde. "I know but it seems what happens with you comes to me."

He guessed he was right, Brad just continued to eat. "Don't forget I need to get bigger clothes today." But when he asked Clyde what the next size up would be, the manager said, "Your gonna have to make special orders now and the shipment would come in about a week's time."

The two looked at each and giggled.

"Shall we head to the room Clyde."

"I don't see why not. I have something I need tending too."

Back in the room Brad strips down with nothing but that same jockstrap with it being super musk and covered in many layers of cum over the past weeks. His ass being stuck inside of it as it gets squeezes together and his love handles spilling over the waistband.

"Now that's what I enjoy seeing. That belly looking stuffed and you ready to be tenderized."

Hearing those words Brad assumes the position as he climbs on the bed with his body giggles and that huge wide ass bounces like the bubble it's become. Getting on all fours he shoves his face into the pillow allowing his ass to stand high in the air as a heavy fart rips out of it.

"Gonna be a good one today." Clyde plows his face in-between those huge cheeks and he rims that salty musky hole. Brad cries out in pleasure as he gets worked as always by the huge beefy pig. Clyde makes sure he lubes that hole nice and slobbery with his saliva as another blast of hot gas hits his face making him swoon a little before coming back. "YEAH!" He slaps the ass hard pulling himself up and rubbing his even fatter dick now between those cheeks feeling that entire warm wet hole against his member. "This never gets old Brad...." There heavy musk and man stink fill the air even more as the pig starts to fuck his human lover. Sounds of muffled moans and loud grunt and panting boom and cluster together becoming a symphony of lust and grungy sex. As always it doesn't take long for Clyde to climaxe inside of Brad as they slump together onto the bed groping each other's body.

"I love your Clyde," whispers Brad groping one of his mobs.

"I know you do Brad. I know."

Brad falls asleep as Clyde looks at the jockstrap on the floor and grins. "Now who's the lazy ass."