The Purpose Of The Next Days In An All Inclusive Hotel Is To Stay As Stuffed As I Possibly Can

The purpose of the next days in an all inclusive hotel is to stay as stuffed as I possibly can

Introducing guinea pig 011. Let's see how fat we can get this one before he fails too.

Feeling hungry… go on get me something to eat and I’ll let ya rub it~😈

The side job

GAY WEIGHTGAIN

With the toothbrush still in his mouth, Max looked over the light pink flesh of his stomach at the digital numbers on his scale. 276 pounds. He frowned and turned back to the sink. His moobs moved violently while brushing his teeth and washing his armpits with a bar of soap. In the mirror above the sink he examined the scratch on the side of his left breast. He didn't know it was there and had just seen it by chance. It must have happened during his sleep, because he had not worn any outer clothing today and he had not encountered anyone on the way to the bathroom who had scratched him without being noticed. It often happened that he suddenly had a scratch or a small wound, so he didn't pay too much attention to it. He quickly washed the underside of his breasts and stomach, then pulled up his jeans and buttoned them. It wasn't as tight as the last time he wore it. He even had to buy a belt to keep his pants from falling down. Clothes, he didn't care about them at all. He wasn't like the popular boys at school, who always wore the most expensive clothes to impress the girls. 

He would rather spend what little money he had at the Bacon Factory, a fast food joint a ten-minute walk from his room. He thought for a moment to make sure he hadn't made a mistake. Today he had a day off. Yes, there were no classes today and he had agreed with himself to look for a part-time job. His mother's new boyfriend had been difficult from the start about her contribution to his studies and home. Last week she announced that she would partially stop making that contribution. She would continue to fund his studies, because that was important for his future. He would be responsible for the living space himself from next month. Nice, such a mother. If only she had some more guts, she would go against that friend of hers with his strange comments and ideas. Max hadn't liked him from the start, that flashy Judo teacher. That he will bore his own children. But they have not had contact with him for some time. That will also have its reasons. He could no longer ask his father for help. He had died suddenly of cardiac arrest five years ago. As Max opened the gel jar, there was a loud knock on the door.

“Will it take long?” came a catty female voice. 

'You don't live here alone. I have to join too!'

It was Clarissa, he recognized the voice. She was often the one to get up first. Not only because she temporarily had the house including the bathroom to herself, but also because her lessons started early almost every day. She was the type of student who didn't want to miss a single class and would rather be there an hour early than 5 minutes late. She was also the least friendly of his housemates, he thought. Cold and hard and incredibly meddlesome. Before she left the house, she assigned tasks she made up herself and left them on pieces of paper on the kitchen table, even though she herself was always too busy with her studies to help with those tasks. Without contradicting her, Max opened the bathroom door and a thin, young woman with dull brown hair stepped in. She smelled strange as always and her clothes seemed to be from a time long gone. Clarissa was the 'very eco responsible' type, complete with veganism and a hard fight against animal suffering. Max quickly put a dollop of gel in his blond hair and shook it into shape with his hands. Yes, this is fine. He never spent much time on his hair. They never stayed in place the way he wanted them to and now that Clarissa was there he wanted to leave the bathroom as quickly as possible. 

“Can you hold that belly for a moment?” she said, looking at his body with a dirty look on her face. 

She had never hidden her disappreciation of a fat body and tried to walk behind Max to get her smelly organic perfumes, which were on a rack in the corner. Max, in turn, had no use for a body so thin you could count the ribs through a dress. And he wasn't into women in general.

“I just found out I've lost 20 pounds in the last few weeks,” he said, holding his still-present belly over the sink so Clarissa could pass him. 

He did not wait for an answer, because no matter how kindly or well he tried to do it, Clarissa always gave a mean answer in return.

It was quiet in the hallway. Did the others also have a day off or did it start late? It was not usual for the 5 housemates to share their schedules with each other. And that wasn't necessary. They were roommates, not friends. Ah, Joseph lay with his muscular body on his bed with headphones on, he saw as he passed through the slightly ajar room door. He was glad not to be alone with Clarissa. Normally he didn't wake up very early either. His lessons started later and he didn't have to attend them all, he thought. Lying in bed is much nicer, but the tension of looking for a part-time job had woken him up early this morning. He had a room to himself, which had been his only requirement when he started looking for a place to stay while studying just over two years ago. It was a small room with only a bed, a desk and a wardrobe, but that was all he needed. Max was not a cleaner. There were more clothes on his bed and on the floor than in the closet. His trash can was overflowing with empty bags of chips and packages of cookies and cake, but he wasn't interested in that. If it got too messy, he would clean up after himself. That didn't have to happen every day. He opened his laptop and hesitated for a moment about putting on a shirt. It was hot and no one saw him behind the laptop, so he left the shirt off and immediately started looking for work.

*

Warehouse worker… No, he did not aspire to a physically demanding job in a warehouse either. It was not easy to find a nice part-time job that also paid well. Max had seen many job vacancies. Window cleaner's assistant, which seemed too dangerous to him in a metal container hanging from a high building. He didn't become a lifeguard either. Not that he was ashamed of it, but not everyone needed to see his whale body. Sales employee in a furniture store… No, that seemed too boring to him and besides, it earned almost nothing. Cleaning in a hotel did not pay well and was also hard work. Max had hoped that something would be available in an office, but that required a lot of experience. And something about video games, there was no offer. It was five in the afternoon when he closed his laptop and put on a baggy shirt that did little to hide the contours of his belly. It had become too big and wide for that. His stomach growled. He had been so busy looking for a part-time job that he hadn't eaten a decent meal yet. There were two empty packages of cookies and an empty bag of chips on his desk. Those had only been snacks to temporarily stave off hunger. It was time to go to the Bacon Factory and place a large order. He thought he deserved that after a day of looking for a job. Without saying a word, he walked past the kitchen, where his housemates had gathered to listen to a sermon from Clarissa, who wondered why certain tasks had not been done. In any case, Max couldn't listen to it today and was glad that his presence had not been noticed, so he could leave the house quietly. However, he had not taken the heavy downpour into account. He didn't dare go back to grab an umbrella. What if Clarissa saw him? He pulled his hood over his head and walked over. It was quiet on the main street of Carlhein, a suburb of Dwindledon. Normally there were more cars and cyclists. Maybe people stayed longer at work and school, waiting for the rain to stop. Max didn't complain. Now he could cross the street safely and without having to run too much. And the Bacon Factory was already there. 

Pink and green, the color of pigs in the grass. They were also the colors of the Bacon Factory. Large posters of drawn pigs and grass complete with the fast food joint's logo decorated the walls of the canteen-like space. The Bacon Factory was not part of a larger chain, Max had figured that out a while ago. Some Jacob owned it. Thanks to the rain shower, which became increasingly heavy, it was not busy. Max walked down the row of ordering posts to the young woman behind the cash register and greeted her. He thought that was the nice thing about often going to the same place. At one point he was recognized and that made it easier to contact the employees. He had also experienced it at the game store in town. 

“Just have a double bacon burger menu, with large fries and a banana milkshake,” he started his order after briefly talking to the young woman about the bad weather. 

“A double cheeseburger and two portions of fish fries.”

As he grabbed his wallet and the young woman took his order at the cash register, his eye fell on an A4 sheet of paper on the counter, held up by a plastic stand. STAFF WANTED, began a short piece of text typed on it and ended with the announcement that application forms could be collected at the cash register. 

“That's a good thing,” Max thought, wondering if this moment was really real. 

Normally he wasn't so lucky. Maybe this job wasn't for him either. What if the work, coworkers, or management were terrible. Then he probably wouldn't come back to eat there again. Oh well... He didn't have to work here even if he had filled out a form.

“You're looking for staff,” he said, handing the young woman money. 

She nodded affirmatively. A few colleagues had resigned and now they were looking for new ones. Max decided not to ask why the colleagues had left. It could mean that working at the Bacon Factory isn't very pleasant, but it was too early to make that out. With an application form and a pen in his hand, he took a seat at a table by the window. His order would be brought. In his mind he stared out the window at the few people walking through the large puddles left by the rain. His stomach rumbled again. It didn't take long before his food was brought to him by a tan boy. 

“New colleague?” he said, laughing. 

Apparently Max looked at him a bit strangely, because the smile disappeared and the boy walked over again with a contorted face. Tensely he started filling the form with his details. Fortunately, the burgers tasted fantastic again. That made the difficult task of telling something about himself a little easier and it made him feel less rushed. In the end, he had until after dinner to fill out the form. 

“It's not an exam!” Max said when he caught himself taking too long to answer the questions. It didn't have to be perfect. But secretly it would be nice if he could work here, in his favorite fast food joint. Half an hour later all the food on the tray had disappeared in his stomach and he nervously walked back to the cash register, where he handed the form to the young woman.

*

Max cheerfully walked past the ordering posts to the counter of the Bacon Factory. The day after completing the application form, he had already received an email stating that he had been accepted, with some instructions for his first day at work. He had not had a job interview at all. He didn't complain about it. This went easy, which is nice sometimes. He reported to the tall, lanky boy who was running the cash register today. Joe, he knew. A while ago he had had a conversation with Joe about the lizards he kept as pets. Max himself had never had pets. A goldfish in a glass bowl that was way too small, but he didn't consider that a pet. With a smile Joe saw him approaching. 

“Your first day at work,” he said. 

'I thought that was you. The boss knows you too.”

Max felt honored. Could they really have been talking about him? He looked around curiously at the attendees eating their burgers and fries at the tables. Then to his new colleagues in the kitchen. Who's the boss then? He decided not to ask for fear of making a bad first impression. 

“He's not here right now,” Joe responded, apparently noticing that Max was looking for him. 

'Come on, I'll give you the work clothes and you can start working straight away. It's already quite busy and it's going to get even busier. Saturdays are by far the busiest days.'

He opened a gate in the counter and walked past Max into the kitchen. He gestured with his arms for someone to take the cash register from him. In an office he pulled a shirt out of a closet. 

'I saw it said Large on your form. Try this one. They run a bit small, but I don't see anything bigger anymore.'

While Max changed shirts, Joe continued searching in the closet. Not much later he placed a typical Bacon Factory hat on the desk. He couldn't have found a bigger shirt. The large shirt was a little too tight, but it covered his entire upper body and with the cap on his head Max followed the tall boy to the kitchen. After a short introduction explaining the most important rules, Max could start putting fries into a special cardboard box. Joe turned out to be not only a cashier, but also a team leader. That was a nice introduction, knowing that his team leader for the day was a nice guy. It didn't take long before he met Laura, the young woman who had received his application form a few days earlier. She explained how the fryer worked, so that he not only had to scoop fries, but could also fry them. This first day seemed quite relaxed. It wouldn't make him very tired and although he had his lunch break later than what he had been told due to the crowds, Max kept it up just fine. 

With a triple hamburger, a banana milkshake and a double portion of fries, he sat at the same table where he had filled out his application form. The morning had gone well. He had received no complaints and Joe had been happy to see that he had quickly mastered the fries making process. According to Max, it was super easy. All equipment in the kitchen was already adjusted to the products they had to make, so with the push of a button the fries became golden brown. Most colleagues had brought bread to eat during the break. Max thought a hamburger was much better. It had been a pleasant surprise that he got a discount on his order. But then… He made the fries himself. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked into the friendly face of a man somewhere between 40 and 50 years old. He reached out his hand as he took a seat on the chair next to Max. 

'You're Max, I believe. I'm Jacob, the owner.'

Max hurriedly swallowed the fries in his mouth and introduced himself. Jacob didn't look familiar to him. He hadn't seen him at the Burger Factory before. Of course he will often be in the office to place orders, Max thought. And you can't see the office from the dining area. 

“Do you like it?” Jacob asked.

Max nodded. His mouth was already full with a big bite of the burger. He only had a fifteen minute break and then his food had to be finished. Jacob waited patiently until Max had finished his mouth. He didn't seem to mind that Max continued eating and listened with interest to Max's findings between swallowing large chunks of food. Max really enjoyed the work and Jacob was pleased to hear this. He said that not everyone appreciated this work. That there were people who thought the work was dirty and undervalued. He also said that he had no hesitation in hiring him after Joe reminded him what Max looked like. Jacob had seen him before at the Bacon Factory. Max thought more deeply, but couldn't remember Jacob. Max stood up, the break was over, but Jacob gently pulled him back onto the chair. 

“That's the advantage of being an owner,” Jacob laughed, after Max had made it clear to him that he had to stick to the break time. 

“I now decide that you have an extra 5 minutes break.”

Max laughed along with him. Of course, Jacob made the rules. Not Joe or Laura. And certainly not on his first day at work.

“I think you're a nice guy,” Jacob said. 

'Someone who stays here longer than one day. I don't have it with me right now, but I will give you a key to the building soon."

Max felt honored by this comment. So soon? And by the boss himself? Then he could open and close. Perhaps there was also a nice salary increase attached to it. 

“Then you can eat here as much as you want after work or school,” Jacob added. 

'Free'.

*

Jacob kept his word. He hadn't said too much about the meals that Max could pick up for free. He often ate it at the Bacon Factory itself. He didn't want to share anything with his housemates. They had to work for that themselves. Only when he knew he would be alone in the house did he want to take the bags filled with burgers, shakes and fries to his room. Sometimes Laura or Joe would give him something extra if it was about to expire or if it had been prepared incorrectly. The other team leaders he worked with were all young, nice people who didn't mind providing him with a snack or a drink. Especially when something new came on the menu, they wanted to know his opinion. Soon Max was working there not only on weekends, but also several evenings a week, after school. Sometimes he chose the Bacon Factory over his studies and skipped a day of school. The work not only provided an income, but also structure, useful use of time, nice colleagues and a hamburger or two. Max ate and ate and ate… After school, after work. He placed his orders there at least five days a week. Sometimes even every day. There were days when he would turn on the fryer and grill after closing hours and prepare a meal himself. He had the key after all. Occasionally he would place an order after work and came back the same night to make something tasty, when he could not fall asleep or when he suddenly woke up in the dark. No one said this wasn't allowed. Even Jacob, who was not present very often because he preferred to go on holidays and city trips with his wife and children, agreed with him. The opportunity was presented to him and he was pleased to see it was taken advantage of. Max grew steadily. Fortunately, Jacob had ordered new XL work shirts in time, because the shirts he received from Joe no longer fit after three weeks. Just to be sure, there was also a stack of XXL shirts ready on Jacob's desk. Unfortunately, he had to buy trousers himself. All the extra work meant there was no shortage of money, but Max hated shopping for clothes. He would have liked to order new trousers online, but he didn't have that time. His pants seemed to shrink by the day and the only pair of jeans that still fit him tore at his butt while bending over to pick up a dropped hot dog bun at work. That was a moment of shame, but even then he was supported by Carl, the team leader of that day, who gave him the afternoon off to buy new trousers. That was about a month ago now. Max really enjoyed it. He liked the job much better than he expected when filling out his application form. 

Max walked happily from the bus stop to his home. He was breathing heavily and his movements were slow and labored. The backpack filled with books he needed for school seemed small compared to his broad back. The new yellow jacket he was wearing was already tight around his body and the jeans were well padded with two sturdy legs rubbing against each other with every step. Today was a special day. Clarissa had left the house this morning. She could no longer tolerate her chores not being done and felt like no one was listening to her. No one had tried to stop her when she started looking for another student accommodation. They had even helped with the search, which was not appreciated. Max wouldn't miss her, with her mean comments about his weight and size. She suddenly even tried to decide for him what he could and could not eat, pushing for a vegetarian diet. He felt liberated, knowing that he did not have to avoid her when entering the house to avoid a sermon. He would leave his backpack in his room and then go to the Bacon Factory to get food. He was free this evening, so he could play games on his laptop this evening. That was a long time ago. The muscular Joseph sat at the kitchen table with the equally muscular Pedro. Max heard them talking about Clarissa's departure and how quiet it was in the house. Pedro came to live there a little later than Joseph and the two boys quickly became friends. Despite their different studies, they were welcome guests at the gym at the edge of the city center. 

“Gosh, how heavy are you these days, man?” Joseph asked as Max walked past.

With difficulty he moved his fat body through the narrow hallway, but turned back to the open kitchen door and looked at Joseph. What was he getting himself into again?

“320 pounds,” Max replied. 

“Weighed this morning.”

Pedro started laughing nervously. Apparently he was shocked by Max's high weight. Joseph started to talk about all the risks of being overweight, but Max cut him off. 

“I'm glad Clarissa is gone with her meddling,” he began. 

"You don't have to take her over, do you?" 

Joseph nodded understandably and quickly added that he too was happy with Clarissa's departure. Max had never had a good relationship with Joseph. He was a relaxed guy, but also a huge showman. And Pedro, he had no opinion of his own. He followed Joseph and tried to do cool things too, but somehow he always came across as clumsy. 

“Sorry, I didn't mean to make you angry,” Joseph said. 

'If you ever… um… want to go to a gym or something, you are very welcome. I wanted to let you know.”

Max turned back to the hallway with a thin smile. A gym? Not really. He had never seen the inside of a gym before, he was not sporty enough for that.

“320 pounds man, that's really heavy!” he heard Pedro say.

*

The alarm went off, but Max couldn't open his eyes. There was wool in his head and his body felt like he had been hit by a train. He turned over under the covers one more time. He tried to shake the sleep from his mind and with the help of the light of the morning sun shining through his window, his thoughts began to flow. He rolled back onto his back. What time was it? He had to go to work. He slowly opened his eyes and blinked to adjust to the light. Oh, only 7 o'clock. He still had time. He was expected at the Bacon Factory at 9 o'clock. Luckily he didn't have to open it, so he was able to stay in bed for a while. He had not had a good night's sleep again. He didn't know why, but he had been having trouble sleeping in recent weeks. He often couldn't sleep. Sometimes he would wake up in the middle of the night. Then he stopped by the Bacon Factory to get a snack. And there were those nights like now, when he fell asleep on time and didn't wake up during the night. But then he had problems waking and getting up. Maybe he had eaten too much the night before. His stomach was still full of it now. In addition to his order, he had received an extra bag full of products that would expire. He had shared the contents of that bag with Pedro and even Joseph had eaten a double cheese hot dog from it. Ilse had stayed in her room all evening. She didn't like being the only woman now that Clarissa was gone. Maybe the bad nights were due to the stress of school. The exams are coming again. He had already indicated to the team leaders that he would be less available in the near future. They didn't make it a problem because they understood that working at the Bacon Factory was just a side job. Half past seven. Max got up with a groan, but was pushed back onto his back by the size of his belly. With some effort he rolled to the edge of his bed, threw his legs over it and got up. His belly hung between his spread legs and his moobs rested on it. Not much of the underwear he was wearing was visible anymore. The fabric was hidden between thick lobes of fat. The day had barely started and his body and face were already sweaty. It was warm in his room and as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes he decided to go to bed without a blanket that night. Due to his big body he no longer had much room to turn around in the bathroom. No one could go behind him to grab anything anymore. His belly hung on the edge of the sink as he washed his face. Nice and refreshing, that cool water. Not only his moobs, but also a large part of his belly moved while brushing his teeth. The buttons of his jeans were no longer visible through the flesh hanging in front of them. He hadn't used the scale for a few weeks. Part of him was afraid that the thing would break under his weight. He  slowly walked back to his room and put on a shirt, after which he made a hearty breakfast in the kitchen. The others weren't awake yet. They used this Saturday to catch up on sleep. They were right, Max thought. He would also have liked to be in bed himself. 

It was already getting quite busy in the Bacon Factory when Max had positioned himself behind the grill plates. He was a little late, because immediately after arriving he had received XXL shirts from Joe. They fit better. Max hated shirts that were too tight, especially around his arms. He wanted to be able to move his arms freely, especially at work. Fortunately, Vanessa had taken over the grill plates in his absence. Not that Vanessa was the nicest colleague. Once again she looked at him with a dirty face, because she had had to work extra hard. Finally, she was also responsible for the fries today. Soon after the first meeting, Max had wondered where they had gotten her from and what she was doing there. She wasn't much older than him, about 19, with painted-on lips and a thick layer of makeup on her face. Her skin was sunbed tan and her long blonde hair was pinned up high. A popular slut, that's what Max thought of her. When Max wanted to leave the kitchen with a tray containing his meal to start his lunch break, she spoke to him. 

“Would you do that, eat that much?” she said. 

'You'll soon drop dead from all the fat in your body. And it looks dirty too.”

Max didn't know what he heard and placed the tray on the counter. Vanessa, however, quickly turned back to the fryer and, as if she hadn't said anything, continued making fries. Max walked to her and asked for clarification. What was the point of saying something like that and why did she work here if she saw the food she prepared as something bad? Patricia, an older colleague who always kept aloof for fear of doing something wrong, intervened and tried to calm the conversation. Max's voice was also so loud with anger that the customers at the cash register heard that an argument was breaking out. When Patricia could not deny that he had gained a lot of weight since his first day at work and that too much Bacon Factory was unhealthy, Max walked over. He took the tray from the counter and, his heart pounding with irritation and injustice, he walked to a table. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Joe watching from behind the register, but he paid him no mind.

*

“Here, two more hot dogs,” Joe said, trying to place the two paper bags that held the hot dogs somewhere on the already overflowing tray. 

'You deserved that. I think it was a bit of a bad day for you.”

Clumsily to prevent the hot dogs from sliding off, Max balanced the tray as he walked to a table. It had indeed not been a nice day. It had been super busy and Vanessa's comments really bothered him. And then that stupid Patricia. Why did she suddenly start getting involved? Luckily they both went home straight after cleaning. Joe had another drink with Laura at the counter. Then they would go too and Max would be allowed to close, he knew from experience. His mouth watered as he looked at the lavish meal in front of him. Four boxes containing his favorite hamburgers. Two double bacon, one triple cheese and one double cheese. There were also two portions of fries, a banana and a strawberry milkshake, a portion of fish fries, a portion of spicy cheese balls and unexpectedly two hot dogs. Max started eating it with pleasure. This food never got old. Grease dripped down his chin as he started the second double bacon burger. Joseph and Pedro cycled past, he saw from the window. They probably went to the gym. Fortunately, they had not seen him sitting with the mountain of food on the table in front of him. Otherwise they would probably make another comment about it. Max knew he ate a lot, but it was very tasty. A container of fries was already empty and a hot dog was already gone. He drank the banana milkshake in large gulps. With his mouth full, he waved at Laura, who left the building. Joe disappeared behind the kitchen into the office. He probably still had to process some paperwork. Max loved being alone in the large room after work. The tables had been cleaned and the chairs had been moved. It looked fresh again and the mixed smell of cleaning agent and fried fat cheered him up. One by one, the spicy cheese balls disappeared into his mouth, after which he opened the box that contained the triple cheese burger. First a sip of milkshake to wash down the last cheese ball.

Max ate the second hot dog. It still tasted good to him, but his stomach was overfull. There were only empty boxes and bags on the tray in front of him. He kept his legs spread to give his stomach all the space it needed. This had been a good meal, but those hot dogs were just too much. Suddenly the front door rang and Jacob's cheerful face appeared. Max tried to sit up straight, to make a good impression on the owner, but failed. The food in his stomach was in the way. 

“Good evening,” Jacob called as he walked to the counter. 

'Are you still there? Enjoy your meal.'

He leaned away from the counter and walked over to Max. 

“Enjoy your meal,” he said again as he sat down next to Max. 

“What do you think of the hot dogs?” I find them a bit too salty myself.'

Max liked them, although he understood what Jacob meant. He agreed with the idea of ​​replacing some salt with something else, a spice or sauce, because without salt the sausage was very bland. Max liked to be honest, but he wondered if it was wise to be honest with the boss. He was surprised when it turned out that he was not immediately demoted or fired, but that Jacob actually thanked him for his opinion. When Jacob talked about his idea for a new kind of sorbet and jumped up to make it, Max stopped him. He was already way too full from all the food. Another time he wanted to taste it so they made an appointment for the following Wednesday. Max had the evening shift again and Jacob would be there too.

“Why are you here now?” asked Max, who was sure that Jacob had not come back on a Saturday evening specifically to have a chat with him. 

If he wasn't mistaken, Jacob would be visiting his family on the other side of town with his wife and children sometime this weekend. There was a family weekend, or day, or something. He was right. Jacob chuckled strangely. He had indeed returned from the family weekend after receiving a call from Joe. It sounded important and he didn't enjoy the family weekend that much. He was actually happy that he could drive back after dropping off his wife and two sons at his parents' place. 

“And how are you doing?” he asked when he had finished talking about his annoying parents. 

“Your appetite hasn't deteriorated, so I assume the food here is still good.”

With a big smile, he gently slapped his hand a few times on the empty hot dog bags on the tray in front of them. Max did not deny that he still found the food delicious after all these months. But when he started talking about Vanessa's comments and how Patricia had supported her, Jacob's face fell. 

“Oh,” was all he could say. 

Nodding understandably, he listened to how Max had experienced the altercation, after which Jacob expressed his dissatisfaction. The Bacon Factory must be a nice place to work for everyone, regardless of age, sexuality, origin and body type. He was sorry to hear that these important rules had been violated today. He thanked Max for the conversation and reminded him that the appointment was set for next Wednesday. After that he got up and walked to Joe in the office. Max decided to go too. It was already late and the next day he would be back in the kitchen.

*

Sunday. Why hadn't he taken today off? He had had a lot of trouble getting up again this morning. For the first time since he worked there, Max didn't feel like going to the Bacon Factory. Luckily he didn't have to open the door today either and he had extra time to wake up. He had seen on the schedule that Vanessa would be there again. Where did she get the nerve to say that he was dirty because he liked the food there and had a bigger body. Even Clarissa had never made such statements. She wasn't nice either, but at least she let it be known in a gentler way that she didn't like fat people. It was a pleasant surprise when Max walked through the gate in the counter and couldn't find Vanessa anywhere in the kitchen. She must have called in sick again. Immediately he became a lot happier and started energetically grilling hamburgers. 

“Do you think you can do the fries today as well?” Joe asked.

'As you can see, we are missing someone. If it gets too busy, I'll help out.'

Max nodded doubtfully. In the evening he often grilled hamburgers and fried fries, but then it was not as busy as during the day. On a Sunday it wasn't as busy as Saturday, so Max went to try it. 

“Is Vanessa sick again?” he asked cautiously, because it wasn't really any of his business. 

Joe started laughing mischievously and his face showed he was hesitating to say something. 

“You have to keep this quiet for a moment,” he said softly and mysteriously. 

“It's not official yet, but Vanessa has finally been fired.”

Max frowned. Why? She should have been fired long ago, he thought. Why now all of a sudden? Joe said that this morning when she came in she was already met by Jacob. With few words he had made it clear to her that she could leave immediately and never have to come back. 

“But why?” Max asked curiously. 

“Because of you,” Joe replied, still softly. 

“You told Jacob she was acting so strange.”

For a moment, Max felt a moment of pride. It was amazing that Jacob had listened to him and that he had taken action because of this. There was no remorse for what he had done to Vanessa.

“Thanks,” Joe whispered. 

“That bitch wasn't in a good place, but she was pretty good with one of the other team leaders and I couldn't get her out of here.”

Joe hinted that he called Jacob yesterday regarding Vanessa and Patricia's comments. Apparently Patricia was now in Jacob's office, where she was told not to get involved in disagreements between colleagues, but to call in a team leader. Joe quickly walked back to his spot behind the cash register to help a group of waiting customers. Max turned to the fryer with a smile. It took at least an hour before Patricia appeared again. She said nothing and hardly dared to look at Max anymore. Jacob stood in the doorway of the office. He winked and gave him a thumbs up. 

That evening Max had eaten more than he normally did. He felt good and had a victory to celebrate. He had had to work hard to keep up with all the orders, but he had not needed any help from Joe and had therefore proven that they did not need Vanessa to run a good production. He had opened a few buttons of his pants to get all the food into his stomach and he staggered panting through the narrow hallway of the house. Joseph and Pedro sat in the kitchen. It looked like they had gotten into a serious conversation, but when Max wanted to continue walking, he was called. Fortunately, they made no comments about his weight, size or difficult gait. Joseph had found another home, closer to the gym. Apparently he had changed his studies some time ago and the new home was also closer to the new school building. Wow... Even though Max had little contact with him and Joseph wasn't his type of person at all, he was still a bit shocked. Two people gone in a short time. He hoped that the landlord did not suddenly increase the rent to compensate. And it was always a matter of waiting to see who would come back for it. Joseph himself did not mind leaving. There were many more girls in the other house. Beautiful girls that he wanted to be seen with. Judging by his face, Pedro thought it would be nice to take a look there too. Max kept aloof. Pretty girls weren't for him. Not pretty boys either. He was too busy with his studies and work to worry about relationships. He wished Joseph good luck with his new studies and new home and left for his room. Somehow he felt sorry that Joseph was leaving. He lived there before Max came and became something familiar, like the old sofa in the living room. He never sat on it, but he would be sad to see it go. After Joseph’s departure, Max would be the one who lived there the longest. If only he didn't have to accommodate all those newcomers. They were allowed to find their own way. His bed creaked violently when Max collapsed on it. Wonderful, this soft mattress. It wasn't long before he fell deeply asleep.

*

“This is really delicious!” Max exclaimed with delight as he tasted the new sorbet that Jacob had presented to him.

There was already a tray on the table in front of him with empty packages of bacon burgers and fries. Jacob watched proudly as the sorbet was quickly devoured. It was a new product that would appear on the menu from next week. A strawberry, orange and kiwi variant. Jacob was actually a chef who enjoyed experimenting and mixing different types of ingredients. He enthusiastically went into the kitchen to make another sorbet for Max to taste. It had been a good choice not to be scheduled this week, so that he had time for his studies and for himself. He still got the free meals, but nothing more. Today was his appointment with Jacob, in the evening after closing time of the Bacon Factory. Jacob wanted privacy. No one was allowed to know about his new products until they went on sale. He had sent the others home immediately after cleaning and locked the front door just to be on the safe side. Max still had to eat, so he prepared the fries and burgers himself, while Jacob prepared the sorbets. Max now understood why he got along so well with the different team leaders. The owner himself was a nice man who considered his values ​​very important, as was evident from Vanessa's dismissal. He had gotten into an argument with his wife by driving back to the business and leaving her with his parents last weekend. They turned out not to be nice people and somehow they reminded him of his own mother and stepfather. It was raining outside, he saw through the window. The sun had almost completely set, making the already dark sky even darker. Jacob appeared from the kitchen. On the tray he was carrying was a glass filled with the kiwi sorbet and four hot dogs neatly placed next to each other. Max enthusiastically tasted it. Besides the sorbet, Jacob was curious what Max thought of the new hot dogs. Less salt, but full of other flavors. Two hot dogs were approved straight away, the other two were still a bit bland. And the sorbet was good, but he liked the strawberries better. Jacob nodded understandingly. He wasn't angry at all, because Max gave honest answers. After a short chat about Max's studies, Jacob disappeared back into the kitchen. One more sorbet to taste. Max was overstuffed again. He shouldn't have eaten those four hot dogs. A few bites of each would have been good too. He laboriously lifted his underbelly to open a few buttons on his pants. In the kitchen there was the sound of the whipping cream beater and the sizzle of hamburgers on the griddle. Startled, Max looked at the heavy rain in the deserted street. Jacob wouldn't let him taste more new products, would he? He was slumped lazily against the back of his chair, pushed back by his swollen stomach, when Jacob returned with the last of the sorbet and three double hamburgers. He thought he had improved the recipe and was curious about Max's opinion again. Max got up with a sigh. He was not an accomplished food critic, but felt honored to be able to express his opinion again. Especially because he knew that his opinion was listened to. The intended few bites per hamburger quickly turned into a binge. All three tasted even better than they did before. Jacob looked on beaming, realizing that his recipes had been approved. Max asked himself why he couldn't just stop eating? His stomach ached from all the food it had to digest, but he kept eating. The orange sorbet was the best of the three, but after a few bites he pushed the glass away and fell back against the back of his chair. 

“You don't like it?” Jacob asked. 

Max made it clear with gestures that his stomach was too full to say anything. 

Jacob laughed and reached for the sorbet. 

“Open your mouth,” Jacob said, holding a spoon full of ice cream and whipped cream in front of Max's mouth and choking it down as soon as he opened his mouth.

Oh, how wonderful that was! Sitting on his chair like a bloated whale, Jacob shoved one spoon after another into his mouth until this glass was also empty. Jacob gently patted his stomach. 

“I'm glad you like it all,” he said. 

“By the way, I have something for you.”

Max tried to relax so as not to feel the pain in his stomach when Jacob disappeared into his office. Not much later he came back and threw a larger size shirt on the table. 

'Just try this one on. I'm curious if it fits well. If so, I'll order more.'

Max gestured with his hands that he should take a break from the meal, which Jacob understood. He had nothing planned this evening, so there was plenty of time. After a while, Max groggily reached for the shirt on the table, but his stomach protested, so Jacob handed it over. Max burped softly. Phew, all that food was heavy on the stomach. Groaning with effort, he tried to take off his shirt while sitting, because he could no longer get up. He would prefer to go home and sleep. 

“Did you eat a little too much?” Jacob asked with a broad smile as he helped take off the shirt. 

Suddenly he rubbed Max's leg and gently squeezed an exposed roll of fat.

“You fat boy!”

*

Max had closed his eyes and was too dazed to realize what exactly was happening, but when he felt a kiss on his cheek, he wanted to leave. He tried with all his strength to get up, but his stomach was too full and Jacob pushed him forcefully back into his seat by the shoulder. Suddenly his shirt was pulled over his head and he felt his stomach being played with. 

“What a nice body,” Jacob said, squeezing the fat with his hands, as if he were kneading dough. 

Max groaned. His stomach ached too much to say anything, but relaxed a little with the kneading motions. There was a rumble, then a burp. Another kiss. On his mouth this time. In disgust he felt a slimy wet tongue finding its way inside. He tried to push Jacob away, but he was too weak and he still couldn't get up either.

“You pig!” Jacob said, panting with excitement, after gently pushing Max's stomach away and sitting on his lap. 

He slowly started licking and sucking the two large, pink nipples. Max groaned again. This was not good at all. Jacob had a wife and children. He didn't expect this from him. Goddamnit! Why did this have to happen to him? He felt dirty and hoped someone would come and save him. That someone saw Jacob using him through the windows. Or that Joe had forgotten something and could be next to him at any moment to knock Jacob away. A tear slid down his cheek. Of course, Joe had known this for a long time, he realized. That's why he gave him so much food. He was like a real pig that had to be fattened for the owner.

“You've really gotten fat,” Jacob said with his mouth still on a nipple and a finger in Max's navel where it completely disappeared. Slowly his hand slid down the underbelly to the fat pad under his belly and he fiddled with the small glans protruding from it. It felt warm and sultry as Jacob squeezed the soft flesh. He kissed Max again, jumped up from his lap and pulled down his pants. The imprint of his erect penis was already visible in his underpants. Panting, he took it out and put it between two lobules of fat, while he held as much of Max's body as possible in his arms and started sucking on the nipples again. Like a dog Jacob moved his body violently back and forth. The fat surrounding him rippled vigorously. Max just let it all happen. There was nothing he could do but focus his thoughts elsewhere and hope this would be over soon. Suddenly Jacob started panting and moaning even harder and Max felt a moist substance squirt against his body. As quickly as the moment came, it ended and Jacob carefully pulled his penis from between the two lobes and patted it dry with a paper napkin.

“That was nice,” he sighed. 

“We should do this more often.”

Max remained silent. He still kept his eyes closed and heard Jacob pull up his pants again. Suddenly there was a firm pat on the back. 

“You understand that this will remain between us,” Jacob said in a serious tone. 

“Otherwise there will be… consequences.”

Max thought back to everyone who had stopped working there when he filled out his application form a few months ago. Now he understood why. Would Jacob want to fatten every newcomer to abuse them?

'I am leaving. We'll see each other again soon.'

Max heard the front door being unlocked and opened. After a soft click as the door closed again, he opened his eyes. He was alone. His stomach was still full, but he felt empty. He rubbed Jacob's semen away from between his fat rolls with a napkin. He left the new work shirt on the table. He won't need that anymore, because he won't ever work at the Bacon Factory again. He struggled to his feet and put his own shirt back on. Then he flopped back against the backrest and closed his eyes again. 

Max stared at the ceiling of his bedroom. He felt dirty. The first rays of sunlight shone through his bedroom window. Fortunately, he didn't have to work and he skipped school today. What was he supposed to do? Report to the police? He had no evidence to accuse Jacob. He thought it wise not to complain to Joe or other colleagues. They wouldn't believe him or even worse, they already knew that Jacob couldn't keep his hands off others. How could he have let it get to this point? Why hadn't he noticed earlier that something was wrong. Was he so addicted to the food there that he didn't want to see it? Did Vanessa and Patricia tried to warn him? If only he hadn't eaten so much, he would at least have been able to defend himself. He probably would have gotten up and walked away. For the first time, Max saw himself as a dirty, fat pig who no longer had control over his eating behavior. He felt sick to himself. Maybe he should go to the gym with Joseph and Pedro to lose a few pounds. Hamburgers and fries, he would never eat them again. Certainly not at the Bacon Factory. This afternoon he would return one more time to hand in his resignation. Then it was a bit busier and his colleagues could not ask difficult questions. He slowly got up and exchanged his bed for the office chair. From a drawer of his desk he took a pack of chocolate chip cookies. He was hungry and thought about where to get his meals from now. The Bacon Factory was no longer an option. Maybe he should buy groceries more often and cook for himself. No more free meals. And no more job either. What a mess!

*

The smell of freshly baked pizzas still clung to his clothes as Max maneuvered his fat body through the narrow hallway of his home. He had found a small pizzeria two blocks away that sold crispy pizzas for not too much money. He had already been there six times in the past two weeks and had endeared himself to the waiters and chef by placing large orders. Here too they made no comments about his weight and he did not have to be afraid of being assaulted since the whole family worked there. No one at the Bacon Factory had reacted strangely to his dismissal. He gave the reason that he was busy with school. There was no point in involving Jacob. Joe had nodded understandably, as if he knew there was more going on, and once again Patricia had not looked at him. A few other colleagues, who had not worked there for long, were sad that he was leaving, but they understood that his studies came first. Joseph had moved to his other home a few days ago. He had been looking forward to it and being among the girls was more his thing than sharing a house with three boys, one of whom was anti-sporty. Ilse was also looking for another home. She didn't like being the only girl left and slept more with friends than in her room. She had never been very social, so she was not missed by Max and Pedro. 

“Are you coming to dinner?” Pedro called from the kitchen, after he heard the front door close. 

“I made something delicious.”

Curiously, Max looked at the large, steaming bowl on the counter. The oven was still warm, so he assumed it was an oven dish. It looked like cheese macaroni. And even though it looked delicious, he declined the offer. He had an appointment an hour later that he wanted to get ready for. When Pedro asked if he would like to keep him company during dinner, he decided to take a plate anyway. Pedro also had to get used to it, now that Joseph was no longer there. Before, they always ate together. Healthy and protein-rich meals that made their muscles grow. No cheese macaroni. It turned out that Pedro had made this meal especially for him. He had noticed that Max had been a bit down in recent weeks. Max searched for words to thank him for this unexpected gesture and took another plate to show that he enjoyed the meal. Pedro proudly filled the plate again. He apparently saw Max as a real food connoisseur who knew what was tasty and what was not. Max decided not to say anything about the reason for his gloomy mood. No one needed to know that he had been sexually assaulted by a lunatic who mistook him for a pig. When the third plate was also empty and Max indicated that he had to leave for his appointment, Pedro asked if he could cook and eat together more often. He enjoyed it and Max had to admit that he had misjudged Pedro. He was not a womanizer at all, but a gentle boy looking for friendship. He was simply influenced by Joseph's behavior. He agreed. That meal tasted pretty good. Max took his backpack to his room and left for his appointment.

In the months that followed, they often ate together. Pedro turned out to be a very good chef who had never used his talent before. He himself was most surprised when a previously unprepared dish came out of the oven looking appetizing and also tasting good. He seemed to really enjoy it when Max complimented him on the successful meal. He was seriously considering following Max's advice to do more with this hidden talent. Maybe he should switch studies and train as a chef. The room of the muscular Joseph and know-it-all Clarissa were still not filled. Their rooms were empty and although Max didn't mind being mainly alone with Pedro, he had briefly felt a fear that the house would be used for other purposes. Only when after a month and a half he had not received a letter or phone call from the landlord did he assume that he did not have to leave his room. The exams were over and luckily he didn't have to retake any. The past period had been tough enough and now he could finally enjoy the well-deserved school holidays. He had not yet found a nice part-time job, but he had not seriously looked for it after he left the Bacon Factory. Towards the end of the holidays, he will start looking again. He had no holiday plans anyway and lying in bed all day didn't cost any money. It was quiet on the bus and on the city streets, as if everyone had traveled to a distant and warm country at the same time to spend their holidays. Max waddled laboriously across the sidewalk. The bus pulled away behind him. He had just gone downtown to look for new clothes. In vain. Regular clothing stores didn't sell his size. Breathing heavily, he crossed the street where his house was located. Oncoming traffic avoided him, others watched him. The meals Pedro made for him, his lunches at the Pizzeria, the mysterious appointments he had almost every day and his low physical inactivity had left their mark. Max had grown to 400 pounds and was still growing. He could no longer zip his coat and his stomach hung low over his crotch. The shirt he was wearing was too small and he knew his underbelly was showing, but he liked the cool breeze and besides, he couldn't find a bigger shirt, there was nothing he could do about that. He had now become accustomed to people staring at his staggering body. His face was red as a tomato as he walked through the doors of the Bacon Factory. Joe was waiting for him with a smile and walked over with two trays full of hamburgers, fries and milkshakes. 

“It's safe,” he said. 

“Jacob isn't here.”

Max crammed his fat body between a bench and the table and began to eat greedily from the trays that Joe had placed in front of him and looked around nervously. No one needed to know that Joe had made arrangements with him the week after he resigned. That Joe let him know when Jacob wasn't there so he didn't have to miss out on his favorite foods at the company's expense. Especially not Pedro, because then he might not want to cook anymore. Max gobbled the burgers away in large bites, fearing that someone would take them away from him. Joe watched from a distance, smiling broadly. Behind him, Patricia shook her head disapprovingly in the kitchen, after which she disappeared behind a wall.

gonna need another set of hands to help with this growing gut

That was a nice ice cream. Gimme another one. It was yoghurt, tropical and pineapple icecream with slices of pineapple and some chocolate