Despite Ken's claim that his old boyfriend had been keeping him away from going out to have fun, after the break-up, Ken's habits didn't seem to change much, except that he spent more time closer to Shayne. Each night after work he would come home and they would watch movies together. Sometimes in the living room, like the first night, sometimes in each of their bedrooms, but always with an ever-growing collection of snack food. Popcorn, candy, ice cream... by the end of the week it was like Ken had bought half a concession stand in with them.
While Shayne didn't partake he did enjoy feeding and the occasional stomach rub, staying close to Ken throughout. He loved the feeling of Ken's growing stomach each night. How it would get larger, swollen and tight as he stuffed himself to whatever awful flick had popped up on cable. He loved to stuff it each night and then feel it again the next day, just a little softer than the day before.
After a week, a line was crossed. During the past year, Ken had outright refused to by new clothes as his body began to change shape. If he was honest with himself, he'd gone up two pants sizes, but he had refused to buy new ones. But the constant stuffing for a week changed things, and now five pounds heavier in a matter of seven days, he had finally reached the point where his pants wouldn't close.
He called Shayne into his room, still in his underwear and trying to pull his pants together around his waist. Shayne had been seeing and rubbing that belly all week, but seeing it unclothed again was exciting. He did his best not to stare, but each time Ken tried to pull the pants up and together, he pushed the belly up and out, making it look even bigger. All over Ken's body, Shayne could see the difference. He'd noticed slight changes over a year, but having stepped up the pace over the last week, things were much more noticeable. It excited Shayne even more.
Ken sat down on his bed and gave up.
"I've got work in an hour. What do I do?"
"Call in sick," said Shayne. "We'll get some new clothes for you."
"I don't have a budget for new clothes right now."
"We'll go down to my work. I'm sure we can find something there."
Shayne's interests had found him unsurprisingly working at a Men's Big and Tall shop. The job wasn't much but it had its perks for Shayne, which usually meant silently tracking the growth of his clients, but today meant getting some free clothes for a friend.
Ken put on a t-shirt and the only pair of jeans he could still entirely close and they left together. The shirt was uncomfortably tight for Ken, but delightful for Shayne, who could see every ounce of fat almost more clearly than when he had seen Ken without a shirt on at all. It was tight and clearly outlined Ken's rounding, soft belly. And whenever Ken moved a lot, the bottom of the shirt rode up revealing a happy trail going down and under the bulge.
At the store, Shayne had Ken measured for a new suit and clothing, which would be ready in three days. After the measurements were taken, however, Shayne rewrote them, increasing the waist another few inches. He had plans for that waist.
Ken decided to take the next three days off, and headed back home. Shayne continued to work, but couldn't stop thinking about Ken all day. The curve of his new belly, the way it was beginning to shake a little when he moved, and the urge to cup and rub it made it very difficult to concentrate on work.
When the day finally ended, Shayne headed home in a huge rush, but stopped to pick up a large dinner on the way home. He wasn't sure, but he guessed that Ken would probably be upset about today and not want to snack again, but a large dinner's something Ken had never been able to turn down.
When he arrived at home, he found that Ken had spent the day...