It’s that time of the month again! One dollar a month towards my Patreon gets you access to the suggestion box, where you can drop in ideas for stories you’d like to see me write. You can find more information at the link above! Here’s an example of one I did last month, if you’d like to see what these look like.
Roommate Rules
“Trust me man, things are going great! You have no idea how many subscribers I’ve picked up in the last month! My last video, like, broke 10,000 views.”
Curtis just glowered at his roommate, Peter. “Dude, you fucking got fired today! What about the bills?”
“Calm down man! I’m good for it, once I start monetizing my shit. Don’t even sweat it. Besides, you make enough to pay for things, I know you do. It’ll all be fine.”
It was true–Curtis made enough money that he carry the house bills on his own if he had to. The place was in his name, after all. Still, he liked having a roommate so he wouldn’t have to freak out about money–and for the company. Still, Peter was…a frustrating guy to live with. All he really wanted, was to be an viral internet sensation, and Curtis just didn’t have any patience for it. “Fine–but you’re gonna have to pick up some other responsibilities around here, got it? If I’m paying the bills, them the least you can do is some extra chores.”
“Of course!” Peter said, and gave his roommate a hug, squeezing the big man tight, which made Curtis feel a bit awkward. Peter knew Curtis was gay, and he secretly thought Peter did shit like that because he thought it was flirty and endearing, when it was just obnoxious. Peter wasn’t even his type at all–though most of his fanbase thought he was dreamy and handsome. Then again, if his dreams took off, it would be good, right? Curtis did really want to help, after all…but he did get the sense he was also getting taken advantage of.
The next couple weeks confirmed that sentiment. Peter did nothing else extra around the house, and if anything he did even less than before. It was then that Curtis passed an odd store on the way home from work, where the proprietor convinced him to purchase something odd. It was just a simple scroll of paper, with the words “House Rules” across the top.
“You’re the man of the house, aren’t you?” the old man said with a chuckle, “Then perhaps it’s time you took some control, eh?”
It…sounded good to Curtis, for some reason, and he went home, put the list up on the wall, and told Peter that he was going to start using it to list the chores he wanted done regularly. Peter just scoffed at it, told him it wasn’t necessary, but…Curtis wanted to do it anyway, so he started writing some basic chores–picking up clutter, washing the dishes, mowing the lawn. And the next day, to both of their surprises, Peter did all of them. Peter, in particular, didn’t quite know what had come over him–he didn’t…want to be doing the chores, but something in him knew that he had to do them–and when he’d finished the list, he was free to do whatever else he needed to do, and Curtis saw that the tasks had disappeared, like magic.
He kept listing chores, and Peter kept doing them. He found that if he added to the list that he needed something done regularly, the item would stay on the list, and Peter would do it every day. It was after a week of this, that Peter came to him and asked him where he’d gotten it–and they got into an argument. Peter tried to tear the list down, but it refused to come away in his hands, and he couldn’t write on it for some reason. In frustration, Curtis wrote down that Peter would obey all of the commands of the man of the house without question–and when he ordered Peter to sit down on the couch–he did.
He couldn’t even stand back up, and watching him struggle there, Curtis felt…something else–a rush of power. The old man was right. He was the man of the house, and that meant he should be in charge. “Alright, I think you need some punishment,” Curtis said, and sat down, “Bend over my knee boy, and let’s give you a spanking.”
To Peter’s horror, he couldn’t resist the command, and as Curtis smacked his ass, he found himself getting more and more turned on–and when he was finished, he sent Peter to his room for the rest of the night, told him he was grounded until further notice, and looked at the list again.
He knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was wrong…but Peter was trying to take advantage of him. What was the harm with getting a little something in return, for his generosity? When Peter woke up, he found that where before, the list had been mostly empty, Curtis had, in the course of the evening, filled it. Peter could no longer leave the house without permission, and he always had to return home in time for dinner. While Curtis continued to cook–Peter had never shown much talent in the kitchen–the majority of household chores were now Peter’s responsibility, and they took so long each day, he generally didn’t have any time left to work on his videos. However, it was mealtimes that Peter dreaded. One of the first new rules, was that Peter eat everything Curtis put down in front of him. As a muscular young man with a small appetite, he had never been one for food, but Curtis began stuffing him morning, noon, and night–and making sure he was snacking in between meals as well. After a few weeks of this, Peter saw that his body was beginning to grow flabby, and when he complained to Curtis, he just laughed.
“You were the one who was always flirting with me, I thought? Well, I like my guys on the…hefty side. I’m sure you’ll learn to enjoy it soon enough.”
“But what about my videos? Curtis–please…you can’t do this to me, it’s not right!”
“Oh? Does someone still want to be an internet sensation? We can arrange that, don’t worry boy.”
More rules appeared, all of them becoming rather…sexual. Peter discovered that overeating was beginning to arouse him, and he wouldn’t be able to resist jacking off whenever he ate–and true to his word, Curtis began taping his feeding sessions, encouraging him all the while, before uploading them to the internet for the entire gaining community to see. As he gained more and more weight, Curtis began showing more and more interest in him as well, shaking his small gut and love handles, smacking his ass, making him dress in fewer and fewer clothes around the house, until all he was wearing was a pair of his new much too small briefs, while Curtis filmed him doing chores around the house. He would pin him down under his own, larger body, make Peter worship it, tell him how much he envied him, teased him by telling him that once he was even larger than him, he might let the boy move out on his own–if he still wanted to leave, that is.
The more Peter obeyed the list of rules, however, the more normal everything started to feel. He…wanted to keep eating, and he liked being humiliated by Curtis. When his briefs finally ripped open in film one day, he couldn’t stop himself from jacking off right then and there for his fans, while Curtis spanked him for ripping his clothes, forbidding his fatboy from wearing anything else in the house from now on. He grew fatter and fatter, passing 250, and then 300, no longer wanting to be thin ever again. Curtis wanted him to be fat, and Curtis was the man of the house. He was just Fatboy–he’d forgotten his real name, and that one suited him so much better anyway. He never did end up moving out–why would he ever want to be away from Curtis anyway? No–this was the life he’d always dreamed of–he was an internet sensation, after all! No one had gone from under 200 to 600 pounds in two years–but with the help of his master, and a few strict rules, Fatboy finally had the life he’d always wanted.
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