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The Scale

Summary: Eric, a recent college grad with a healthy appetite, is desperately trying to keep himself underneath the threshold of “obesity”. As he religiously keeps track of his weight and works out, he still craves junk food and his clothes are no longer fitting properly. Something isn’t adding up…

Eric threw himself down onto his old leather couch and turned on the TV, sighing with relief after his long day. He had started the day at his doctor’s office for his annual check-up, which hadn’t gone well. He knew that sitting in his office snacking had caught up with his waistline, and he no longer had the muscular and fit body he’d been so proud of in college.

It had been a year since Eric graduated with his degree in business, and he had recently replaced all of his 32’ pants with 34s. What he hadn’t realized was that over the past year, he had packed quite a lot of weight onto his 6’1” frame. Eric was devastated that morning to hear the doctor tell him he weighed 220 pounds, 30 pounds heavier than he had been only a year ago. The doctor had been direct with Eric, smiling as he told him that he had gained too much weight too quickly, and that with a BMI of 29.0, he was tantalizingly close to a BMI of 30.0, or obesity. The doctor had happily informed Eric that he needed to take action to lose weight or else, at the rapid rate he was growing, he would cross this terrifying threshold very soon.

Sitting on his couch, Eric looked down at his belly, which peeked out in the gaps between the buttons of his strained size L shirt. His stomach growled, and Eric frowned. “Shut up!” he muttered to himself crossly. He needed to lose weight, and he wasn’t allowing himself to be hungry. After his appointment, he had skipped his usual breakfast order of 2 egg McMuffins from McDonalds, and he went into work with a determination to not snack at all. He ordered a salad for lunch, and had worked out for the first time in a year after his shift had finished. On the way home, he bought healthy ingredients and a scale to keep track of his weight. He wasn’t going to allow himself to cross the threshold to obesity, no matter what.

Eric had watched 2 episodes of his favorite show when he decided he had to eat something. After all, he was used to constant snacking, and he had barely eaten all day. He paused his show and walked over to the kitchen and threw together a low calorie salad with cucumber, lettuce, and tomato. “I feel like a fucking rabbit” he thought to himself as he nibbled a piece of lettuce. “Do normal people eat like this??”.

Having not satiated his hunger at all, Eric miserably rose up from the couch and walked to the bathroom. He timidly stepped on his new scale, praying that all of the suffering he had endured throughout the day had at least been worth it. The scale displayed 219 in glowing red letters. “I’ve already lost a pound!” Eric shouted, pleased with himself. Just then, his stomach once again growled in protest. It seemed to have a mind of its own, and Eric could no longer tolerate the hunger pains. He remembered he had leftover pizza from last night, and while it wasn’t the healthiest option, he couldn’t stand the idea of eating more vegetables. He walked over to the fridge and opened the door, but then realized with dismay that he had finished the entire Domino’s XL pizza last night. Ravenous and desperate, Eric opened the DoorDash app on his phone and ordered his usual double cheeseburger meal from Wendy’s.

Half an hour later surrounded by burger wrappers and an empty 64oz soda cup, Eric’s urgent hunger had been satiated, but he had made a terrible mistake. Panicking, Eric got up and looked at himself in the mirror, burger grease dribbling down his chin. His chest was puffy, and his gut was distended, jutting out far in front of him. He quickly stepped on his new scale, and sighed with annoyance when it read 221. Some quick googling informed him that his BMI was still under 30.0. “Maybe I gained a couple of pounds back already, but at least I’m still technically not obese” he told himself.

Eric woke up the next morning and immediately made his way to the bathroom and stepped on his scale. 220. “Ha! Looks like sleeping is a great way to lose weight!” He smirked at himself in the mirror and raised his arm into a muscle pump, ignoring the slight drooping of flab that had been solid muscle less than a year ago. “We’re going to really start losing weight today!” His 34” inch jeans obscenely clinging to his ass, he walked to his car, got in, and turned on the engine.

At work, Eric decided that to avoid a repeat of the manic frenzy of eating that had happened last night, he would allow himself to have a few of his usual snacks to tame his hunger. He opened his desk drawer and pulled out a few Twinkies and a family size bag of Doritos, munching slowly while he filled out his reports. He stopped by the gym on the way home, taking no notice of how his belly slightly eased its way out from underneath his tight gym clothes as he lifted weights.

After his exhausting workout, Eric flopped onto his couch and picked at a salad. Putting the mostly uneaten meal aside, he weighed himself in the bathroom. 222. “How is this possible!” He yelped. He had been trying so hard to lose weight and avoid obesity, but it was so challenging! He didn’t even understand how he had gained weight over the course of the day, since he had only had a few snacks, and he had even done a thorough weight lifting routine! Defeated, he got onto his computer and calculated that he would be considered obese at a weight of 228 pounds. Six measly pounds lay between him and obesity. He sat in front of his computer for a moment, miserable and deep in thought. He gently rubbed his grumbling belly, his hairy paunch briefly visible. He then abruptly ordered an XL Domino’s pizza on his phone. He couldn’t stand being hungry, and a little treat wouldn’t affect his weight too much. As long as he weighed less than 228 pounds, he told himself, then he couldn’t be officially obese.

After the pizza, Eric had demolished a half gallon of cookie dough ice cream in a particularly gluttonous moment, and then followed it with a dozen donuts. He had gone to sleep happy and absolutely stuffed to the brim. That morning, he had woken up, taken in the evidence of the previous night scattered across the floor, and cursed himself for allowing such a feeding frenzy to happen yet again. He had then reluctantly weighed himself, expecting the worst.

222 was the number that flashed up on the scale. “Holy hell!” he thought merrily. “I was sure that I would have gained at least a couple of pounds after what happened last night!” The scale revealed that he hadn’t gained a single pound. It was a miracle! Joyous, he went into his closet and picked out a large pink polo shirt and his new favorite 34” brown chino pants. He was so thrilled to not have gained any weight that he didn’t notice how his thick thighs rubbed together viciously, straining against the seams of his pants. He didn’t notice how his belly peeked out of his polo shirt ever so slightly, or the new small layer of fat beginning to form underneath his chin.

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Eric walked into work two weeks later feeling ecstatic. The scale still read 222 pounds, even though he had completely abandoned his new diet of salad two weeks ago. Clearly, his workouts lifting weights at the gym were enough to balance out the calories of his extravagant evening meals. He binged on his favorite foods every night, but the scale continued to not change. He did have to buy a few new XL shirts and some 36” chinos, but when you build so much muscle, of course you might need to go up a size or two! He had found a way to conquer the looming threshold of obesity. He slowly lowered himself into his seat, not noticing the way his ass filled up his chair more than it used to. “Why would anyone want to eat salad when they could avoid obesity by eating anything they want?” he thought to himself smugly as he scarfed down another family size bag of Doritos. He leaned over to his phone and ordered a burger from Wendy’s for lunch. He was hungry, and he didn’t want to starve, after all!

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About a year later, Eric lumbered into the doctor’s office for his annual check-up. His 44” jeans slipped down his wide legs and he quickly yanked them back up, the action making his entire body jiggle. His belly flopped out of the bottom of his new 3XL shirt. He had continued to eat whatever he wanted and lifted weights every day. Sure, he was lifting less than he had a few months ago and he wasn’t doing as many reps as he used to, but at least he still hadn’t become obese! After a few months of his new weight maintenance routine, his scale still reported a weight of 222 pounds, and he eventually stopped weighing himself since the weight never changed.

The doctor looked up, and gaped in shock. “Eric?!” he cried. “Is that you?”. Eric looked at the doctor and frowned. “Yes, of course it’s me!” he replied. The doctor stared at Eric for a moment, looked at his medical report, blinked, and then shook his head. “Get on the scale,” he ordered. Eric proudly stepped on the scale, his hairy belly grazing the wall, and smiled at the doctor. “I’ve been on a diet and working out over the last year. I haven’t lost any weight, exactly, but I think you’ll be pleased nevertheless!”. The doctor laughed and grabbed Eric’s protruding belly. “Pleased? Remember last time you were here, I informed you that you were nearing obesity and you needed to get in shape? Well, it seems like you certainly have been busy since our last meeting.” The doctor smirked and pointed at the reading on the scale.

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“A BMI of 44.9!” the doctor bellowed. Eric turned towards the doctor, belly and tits wobbling, and mouth agape in surprise. “But….but…. “ The doctor smacked Eric’s ass. “Yes, that’s a big butt alright!” he cackled. Eric’s cheeks burned red as he realized he had gained a whopping 120 pounds over the last year. All of those binges had made him gain so much weight! And he had foolishly thought that he hadn’t gained any weight at all…

“But the scale said I still weighed 222 pounds!” he blurted out. The doctor looked at him and sighed. “Did you remember to change the batteries, fatty?”

The End

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The Shy Guy

(story by GoodFortune)

This is a story from the beefyfrat library that I really love, although the original included other characters and some… interesting elements. I edited it just to include Matt, Colby, and the fat gain aspects.

Matt was not so much your typical high school graduate, although he’d like to think he was. He was scheduled to attend the university of his choice in the coming fall and was not sure what to expect when it came to dorm life. In high school, he’d been somewhat of a shy individual and had only a select number of friends, but that’s the kind of life he enjoyed. He was a masculine boy, down to earth, and liked to keep things pretty simple and laid back. Behind his shy shell, was a handsome man with thick blue eyes and closely cut blond hair. Previously, he’d been one of those scrawny slender tall fellows that didn’t catch much attention, but in his years of high school he’d found the perfect hobby: weight lifting. By graduation, he’d been able to go from a pitiful weakling to a respectable 214 pounds of athletic prowess. The gain didn’t change his reputation or shyness though. Most people still thought of him as the 6’4’’ skinny guy, but that was about to change. Matt had randomly been assigned a roommate for his college dorm, an all-male dorm. He didn’t have many male friends in high school, and the ones he did have had chosen different colleges; however, he was excited to meet someone new and to have the new experiences that college was bound to bring. The only thing he knew about his new roommate was that his name was Colby and no more. When move-in day finally came, Matt had enlisted his parents and a few friends to help him load his stuff into the little dorm room on the 8th floor of the 10 story dormitory. He had gotten an early start and must have beat out Colby because when he finally got to the room, no one was there. The dorm room was simple with just a loft bed, a desk, and some drawers on either side of the room except that Colby had decided not to loft his bed. So he unloaded all his stuff on the right side of the room and set it up, said goodbye to his friends and family, and gave the place a look around. His room was directly across from the communal bathrooms that had four sinks lined up in front of a wide mirror, a scale, two toilets on the left side of the room, and two shower heads facing each other on the right side. When Matt saw this, he was both excited and a little scared. As you may have guessed, Matthew is a homosexual. Although, he has never had any sort of sexual encounters, it was just something he knew and the thought of showering that close to another man started to give his 9 inch meat some life. He put the thoughts in the back of his mind for the meantime and returned to his room, but when he walked in he was greeted by who he knew was Colby. Colby was average, to say the least. Matt guess him to be about 5’9’’ with 140 pounds, he had a very lean body with not too much muscle, but what muscle he had was easy to see with the complete lack of fat on him. Colby had what looked like brown eyes and very short brown hair on top of his somewhat “harsh” facial features, everything very defined. Matt wouldn’t say he was the most attractive guy he’d ever seen, but he certainly wasn’t the ugliest. Matt and Colby exchanged their greetings and Matt was quick to learn that Colby didn’t come with any family or friends because he was from out of state and had a long drive here. Matt helped him carry his stuff from the car and they made some small chit chat here and there and got to know each other a little more. Colby was lying on his bed only in his boxers. Matt quickly overlooked the thin boy’s body and thought it was nothing compared to the other boys’ on the hall. He took off his t-shirt and undid his belt then slipped his shorts off. He looked at himself in the mirror: nice round pecs, defined abs, thick arms, oversized bulge that was still chubbed up from his earlier greetings, and nicely chiseled legs with a plump bubble butt to fill out every part of his tighty whities. He climbed up into his loft and stared up at the ceiling…then over the edge of his bed down to his roommate who was clearly out for the night. He fished his manhood out with his paw and gave it a good squeeze to bring it fully to attention. It didn’t take much before Matt could feel his balls churning and aching. He felt the orgasm rush forward, his eyes slammed shut, his teeth clinched together, the mushroom head of his meat expanded, and he experienced an extremely intense orgasm quickly followed by an equally large amount of cum, all of which he caught in his right hand that was massaging the head of his cock. Too exhausted to get up, he simply spread his cum across his abs to clean off his hand, then he tucked his shrinking cock into the pouch of his briefs and immediately fell asleep. This pattern continued for some time to come. A few months went by while Matt secretly admired all the guys on the hall. He had grown to love the showers where he was able to eliminate the guess work out of the size of most of their cocks. Colby looked about as average as they come, probably somewhere in the range of 5 to 6. He also stole glances of other boys on the hall, some large, some small, but all beautiful in their own right. As it turned out, Matt and Colby didn’t hang out much outside of the dorm room nor did they talk too much…mostly just exchanging words here and there or making small talk when they were bored. Most of their small talk revolved around Colby’s weight. Colby was constantly complaining about how thin he was, and how college was going to be when he changed all that. Colby had plans to eat more and go to the gym and develop a harder, bigger body that all the college girls lusted after. That’s basically all they talked about besides the occasional tv show or video game they both enjoyed; however, that all changed one night. Matt was sitting at his desk simply wearing some workout clothes he’d had on from the gym earlier. He had the overhead light turned off and had the lamp on his desk turned on to help him focus. Then the door flew open, and Colby fumbled in. Matt immediately guessed that Colby was trashed beyond belief. “Hey, Colby, are you okay?!” Matt questioned to his intoxicated roommate who was trying desperately to walk towards the bed. “Yeah…man…I-I’m al-riiiiiiiiight,” as he gave Matt a thumbs up. Matt jumped up from his desk and caught Colby has he had started to fall, then he dragged him over to the bed and set him down. “Alright man, you’ll be fine. You just need to sleep this off.” “That’s…yeah, good idea,” Colby managed to mumble. “Lift your arms,” Matt told Colby has he grabbed the bottom of his shirt. Colby was slow to respond but eventually got his arms high enough so Matt could lift his shirt off so, at the very least, Colby would have a comfortable sleep. Matt pulled out Colby’s belt and started to unfasten the button and unzip the zipper. As he did this, Colby started to paw at Matt’s gym shorts. He managed to grab the waist band, and in doing so, they started to slide down. “Colby, what are you doing?” Matt questioned in almost an angry tone to Colby. “Come on, Matt…I need it tonight,” Colby said to Matt in an almost whisper. “Need what?” Matt was completely confused by what was going on in front of him. “Jus’…jus’ let me…” his whisper died off as Matt finally managed to pull down Colby’s pants and get them off, leaving him in his boxers. “Alright, you’ve had way too much to drink tonight friend, just go to bed now,” Matt told Colby, but Colby didn’t move, he just reached up for Matt’s gym shorts again. Matt pushed Colby’s hand away, but Colby kept on trying until he finally just grasped the waistband and yanked them down, leaving Matt standing high above Colby in only his undershirt and tight white briefs. Matt was confused by the whole situation. Colby was as straight as they come. Matt thought that maybe he was curious, or maybe he’d just had too much to drink and didn’t know what he was doing, but then all his thoughts were halted when he felt a hand on his bulge. Matt looked down to find his roommate mesmerized by his bulge, he was face to face with it sitting on his bed, his hand tracing the outline of Matt’s hardening cock and balls filling the pouch. Matt was breathing hard, filled with nervousness and sexual desire of what his roommate might do. Colby put his hand on the waistband of the briefs and slowly started to pull it down until he was slapped in the face by Matt’s finally free semi-erect meat. “Shit…” Colby let out under his breath as Matt’s dick rested against his cheek. Colby leaned back some, then grabbed the hose at the base and started to lightly lick the tip of Matt’s fully engorged meat. Matt let out a moan of pleasure fueled by fear and ecstasy. He put his hands on his roommate’s head, running his fingers through the smaller boy’s hair then slowly pushing him down more onto his manhood. Colby pushed Matt’s underwear the rest of the way down and let it rest at his knees as he sucked on this head of Matt’s cock. Colby ran his fingers up Matt’s muscular legs, feeling every muscular curvature as he used his whole hand to feel them as he moved back down. Then he explored Matt’s inner thighs on his way up again, when he reached the top, he put his left hand on Matt’s waist, and cupped his balls with his right hand, feeling their weight and feeling the cum churning inside. He removed his mouth from the head and licked the tip more, this time his tongue got a taste of Matt’s precum. Then he put as much as he could in his mouth and started moving up and down the shaft, letting more in him with each thrust. Matt was lost in the moment. His dick loved the warm wet mouth of his roommate gliding along every inch of it. Matt pushed Colby down more on it, trying to get him to take the whole thing. Colby’s whimpers only fueled Matt’s desire to have him take it all. He had almost taken every inch of him in until he reached between Matt’s legs and started to push at his asshole with his middle finger. This was the end of Matt; he couldn’t handle it anymore. He let out a loud grunt as he held onto Colby’s hair very tightly and pushed him down as far as he’d go. Matt felt his balls draw up and his cock expand in the mouth of his roommate. Then he heard his roommate choking on the massive load of cum that just smashed into the back of his throat. Colby withdrew from the cock and fell back on the bed completely spent from the activity. There Matt stood, his mind finally reeling back, his underwear around his knees, his shorts at his feet, not believing what he’d just done. He quickly pulled up his clothes in panic and put Colby’s legs up onto the bed, pushing him into place on his bed. He also noticed the large wet spot on Colby’s boxers where he’d cum himself just moments ago. He threw some covers on him and then climbed into his own bed. He was afraid. What if his roommate told everyone what he’d done with him? What if he refused to room with him and forced him to move out? How could he explain any of this? Or maybe he wouldn’t remember a thing and that would be all? With all these questions running through his head, he quickly fell asleep. Matt was abruptly awaken by his roommate shouting, “Matt! Matt! Dude, look at this!” “What?” Matt muttered as he looked over the side of the bed down to his roommate who was standing there with his shorts unbuttoned and no shirt on. “I can’t believe this. I didn’t notice it until I was getting dressed, but I’ve finally fallen to the freshman fifteen,” he gave his newly enlarged belly and good shake with his hand, “It snuck up on me! Although I wish I had gained more muscle…I guess it’s a good start, just need to lift harder in the gym, I reckon.” Matt looked in shock as his roommate patted the paunch around his waist. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed him gain it either, even though it looked more than the freshman fifteen to him. “I can’t even button these shorts, they’re a size 30,” he demonstrated by trying to bring the button together but all he managed to do was bring his belly up more, making it look even bigger, “I guess I’ll just wear some gym shorts today and get some new clothes…I’m gonna go check the scale, hold on…” Matt watched as his fatter roommate walked out, his ass noticeable wider. For some reason, the sight of Colby’s belly and ass started to awaken Matt’s dick. Then he remembered last night. “I guess he doesn’t remember…” Matt thought to himself as he climbed down from his loft bed. Then he heard Colby from the bathroom shout, “Holy fuck!” Colby ran into the room, “I’m fucking 166! That’s 26 pounds, how did I not realize I was getting this fat?!” He pulled off his shorts and Matt got a clear view of where all the weight was. Colby still had on the boxers from last night. They were extremely tight now, his ass was very plump and much wider, and he had nicely formed love handles poking out over the waistband. Colby pulled up some elastic waist gym shorts that were still pretty tight on him and turned around. Matt gazed at Colby’s softened physique, his pecs had grown a little more, but most noticeably was his belly, it was much bigger than before, and when Colby put on the largest shirt he could find, there was still a noticeable bulge around his soft belly and pecs. “Shit, I have to go to the gym after class today, I’m a fucking pig now,” he said in embarrassment as he cupped his new belly and grabbed a handful of fat. All Matt could think about that day was the hardcore blow job he’d received from his now somewhat chubby roommate. How did he not notice his roommate’s belly last night? And why was he so fascinated by the new weight gain? He wanted to know what Colby would look like with more weight, he wanted to touch his belly, his love handles, his chubby ass. He knew that the opportunity would never arise again; but of course, it wasn’t before long that it did. It was a late night, after a long day. Matt was going to hit a quick shower before finally going to bed. He walked into the showers, threw his briefs up on the rack and started the water. After a few minutes, he was surprised when someone else walked in…Colby. Colby came in only wearing his boxers, his belly slowly bouncing with each step toward the showers. “Thought I’d join you for a quick shower,” he said as he took his boxers off and put them up on the rack on top of Matt’s underwear even though there’s a separate rack for his side of the shower. As he started the water under his shower head and stepped in he gave Matt’s naked bubble butt a good slap and laughed. When Matt turned around to return the favor, all he saw was Colby looking straight as his crotch. After a pause, Colby managed, “It’s as big as I remember…” Matt’s stomach sunk, he knew he was deep trouble now, but it was quite the opposite. Colby reached forward and grabbed the limp dick in his hands, feeling it grow. Before Matt could react, Colby was on his knees, taking Matt’s dick in his mouth. Water splashed against Matt’s back and down through his ass cheeks and onto his balls which Colby was fondling and cupping, sometimes he stopped sucking altogether to try and fit Matt’s balls into his mouth, although he got close, he couldn’t get them all the way in. Matt’s mind was racing, but he knew one thing, as his dick got serviced, he wanted his hands on that chubby body. He nudged Colby up to his feet and looked down into his eyes and whispered over the buzz of the shower, “God…you’ve gained so much.” At first Colby looked a little embarrassed, but that changed as soon as Matt lowered himself to his knees, face to face with the belly that had been taunting him these past few days. He pressed his face up against the warm round flesh. It was softer than he had imagined. He pushed his nose down into Colby’s belly button and felt the fat encase his face. He stuck his tongue deep into his belly button and wiggled it all around as he heard Colby let out a very audible moan, even over the sound of the water running. Matt put both of his hand on each side of his belly, feeling his love handles and he pushed the belly fat together to make the fat bulge out into his face. Matt couldn’t believe it; he finally had this belly all to himself. He moved his hands around to Colby’s plump ass and began to feel the fat and feel their heaviness as he slowly moved his tongue from the deeper belly button down over the pouch of fat towards the base of Colby’s dick. It looked just a little smaller than it normally did, some of it buried in the new layer of fat. He took the 5 inch dick into his mouth easily, and felt Colby’s hands lay themselves on his head. He sucked on the dick very powerfully while he felt up Colby’s ass with on hand and moving the other around the finger his bellybutton and play with all the fat Colby carried around his waist. He occasionally slipped a hand down to his own dick that was almost double the size of Colby’s, to give it a few good pumps before returning to his roommate’s body. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore, he had to do what he’d never done before. He quickly stood up and when he did, the head of his dick accidentally found its way into Colby’s bellybutton. Matt pumped it once to feel the fat encase the head of his cock and then he put his hands on Colby’s shoulders and turned him around. Colby put one hand up against the shower wall, knowing what was about to come. Matt put his hands on the boy’s plump cheeks and spread them wide and let them slap together. As he watched them jiggle a little bit, he guided his dick towards his roommate’s virgin asshole. When his head met the tight ass, he pushed slowly in and as soon as the tip entered, Colby winced and let out a whimper. In between Colby’s gasps for air he managed to shout to Matt, “Please…go…easy…on…me…” Matt basically ignored Colby’s pleads and pushed the head of his cock in and Colby let out a huge moan that echoed through the bathroom. As Matt continued to push himself deeper, he pressed himself up against Colby’s back. Colby’s fat molded into Matt’s abs as the base of Matt’s dick pressed into Colby’s chubby ass. With each thrust in and out, Colby would let out a moan or whimper, and as Matt continued to pummel his roommate with his dick he reached around with on hand and felt Colby’s belly shaking up and down and felt Colby’s softened pecs with the other hand. Some force completely overcame Matt as he started to mutter things like “You like this, huh? Answer me, fatboy.” “You like this fat on you, huh? You like it??” “You’re such a pig. I can’t believe you’ve gained this much.” under his breath as he started to fuck Colby harder and harder. Suddenly, Colby’s ass clinched Matt’s dick with such force that when Matt rammed in he was forced over the edge and started to rocket streams of cum deep in Colby’s ass. When Colby felt the warm liquid fill him up, his cocked bounced up and down a few times and then shot a much smaller load onto the wall that was quickly washed away by the shower. Matt felt like he’d never stop cumming, his orgasm was lasting much longer than he ever imagined. When he pulled out of the grasp of Colby’s ass with a loud pop sound, he shot 2 or 3 more loads onto Colby’s ass and legs. After taking a few minutes to shower off and catch their breath, they both dried off and put their underwear back on and went back into the dorm room across the hall. Colby went straight to his bed and laid down. Matt went to his desk and sat down. He, yet again, couldn’t believe what had just happened to him as they both sat there in silence. He was completely lost in a daze until he heard Colby. “Fuck, holy fuck!” Colby sat up fast and stood up in the middle of the room. “I feel really fucking weird right now…it’s all over me.” Matt didn’t know what to think. He just stood up and looked at his panicking roommate…but then he noticed a change. Colby’s belly seemed to be bulging out a little more than it was an hour ago. Not only that, but his thighs seemed to be thickening, his arms too, his pecs began to grow more like tits. His face started to fill out more, softening his features, on the verge of having a double chin. His slightly chubbier fingers started to explore his body as it expanded. He lifted up his belly and let it go, watching it jiggle and watching it make his love handles and tits jiggle with it. Then he was suddenly distracted by a slight ripping sound. Then it was louder, then a sudden rip let him know that his boxers had finally given way to his fattening ever-widening ass. When his boxers landed on the floor, Matt was able to see that his dick looked smaller yet, getting further buried in fat. Colby was surprisingly hard and it looked about only 4 inches. That thought sent Matt’s mind racing knowing that his own dick was now more than twice the size of Colby’s. Matt was practically drooling as he saw his roommate become even fatter than he was before. Colby felt his hips as they were layered with fat, giving him a more pear shape. Then he looked up at Matt and almost pleadingly asked, “What the hell is happening to me?” Without putting anything else on, he waddled fully exposed to the bathroom to see what the scale had to say. As he walked out, Matt worshipped the sight of his friend’s fat ass jiggle. Then again he heard a “Fuck!” from the bathroom and Colby made his way back in the room. “I’m fucking 198 lbs! 32 pounds heavier than I was an hour ago!” When he made this statement he grabbed his belly and gave it a big shake. “How did this happen?” he went on. Colby and Matt sat on Colby’s bed and discussed what just happened to him as the night went on. Surprisingly, Colby wasn’t as freaked out as Matt thought he should be, and the whole time they talked about it. Colby’s little dick was rock solid the whole time, as was Matt’s. Colby decided that this was some freak accident, some strange anomaly and vowed to work off all the weight at the gym. Matt supported him, but wished it would keep happening to him, but just then, Colby seemed to realize something. “You…it’s you, you did this to me!” He stood up from the bed, his whole naked body still shaking. “Me? How did I make you fat?” “I don’t know, but every time we fuck around, I get fatter.” “That’s ridiculous…” “Seems pretty real to me,” he slapped his belly as he ended the phrase, “it’s gotta be your cum, dude. Nothing’s happening to you, so it’s something you’re doing to me…” Without wasting any time, the chubby boy got on his knees and pulled Matt’s already hard cock out of his briefs and started sucking. “Fuck…” Matt whispered, “wait…wait a minute…” he pushed Colby’s head away from his dick. “I just cam a gallon in you…what if we wait until morning…give me time to recharge, it’ll be Saturday. We’ll have all day,” Matt pleaded with Colby. “Yeah…you’re right, you probably don’t have much left now anyway,” he said as he gave the cock a final lick and then stuff it back in Matt’s briefs. “Alright, let’s just go to bed and see what happens in the morning,” Matt said as he got up. He gave Colby’s belly and good rub and pat and whispered, “Goodnight, chubs,” before climbing up into his loft bed. Colby just fell onto the bed still naked and immediately fell asleep, tired from the fucking and the fattening. Colby was awakened by Matt standing naked above him patting his big warm belly. “Rise and shine, pig. Ready to get fatter?” Without waiting for a reply, Matt jumped up onto the bed, his obscenely large and hard dick flopping around, and straddled Colby’s chest. Matt’s hard ass sat on Colby’s fat belly and his dick rested between his soft tits. He pushed Colby’s tits over his dick and started to slide back and forth. The tip of his dick poking Colby in his soft chin leaving a wet spot of precum on him. Colby lay there and watched as this athletic man abused his body. Colby started getting hornier and hornier as he watched Matt’s muscles flex with each thrust. He was interrupted when Matt slid forward more and shoved his cock deep in his throat. Colby was really starting to love the sweet taste of Matt’s thick precum and just when he thought he was about to get a mouthful of creamy cum, Matt pulled out. “Wait,” Colby begged, “I though I was going to suck you off.” “I really want that ass again, especially now that it’s even fatter,” Matt said as he lifted up Colby’s thick legs over his muscular shoulders and began guiding his dick towards Colby’s newly loosened up asshole. Colby couldn’t believe how much Matt was getting off on his weight gain, but he didn’t have long to think about it as he felt Matt’s mammoth manhood enter him again. “Fuck Matt…why did you have to be so big??” Colby whimpered and whined as Matt drove himself deeper in. Matt laughed a little and started to move in and out of his roommates ass, moaning in pleasure. He reached down and started to fondle Colby’s newly grown fat belly and tits. He felt Colby’s fat between his fingers, felt his sagging tits full of fat. He couldn’t get over how much his roommate had gained, how much of a fat pig his roommate looked like. Colby suddenly started to feel worried. What if he did get even fatter? He already looked like he’d never worked hard a day in his life. What would he tell people? What would he wear? Would he be able to lose it all? This would be the final test. Matt then leaned over Colby, his hard arms flexing at Colby’s side, and started to suck on Colby’s fat tits. Colby put his hands on Matt’s head as he sucked sending Colby over the edge. His 4 incher shot a stream of cum onto both Matt’s strong abs, and his own fat gut, but just because he was done, didn’t mean that Matt was. Matt kept sucking and fondling Colby’s fat while he slowly fucked him for another ten minutes. With all the stimulation to Colby’s body, he helplessly cam again, only this time only a tiny pitiful amount of cum came out of his dick. Then Colby felt it. He felt his ass become completely filled with cum, and Matt’s groans confirmed it, but he didn’t remove his mouth from Colby’s tit nor did he remove his cock. Then it happened. Colby felt the same strange sensation from before. “Fuck…Matt…I’m going to get fatter…” Colby whispered over Matt’s heavy breathing. Matt sat up and removed his dick from Colby and watched as his roommate lay there on the bed holding his belly. He could literally see Colby’s belly start to bulge out more. His tits swelled much larger than before. Matt thought that he might be in need of a bra now with tits that big. His arms thickened, but not near as much as his hips and thighs did. They seemed to widen before Matt’s eyes. His belly and thighs had become so chubby that they almost concealed his roommate’s dick completely. Matt guessed it to be only 2 inches now. Then he looked up his friend’s much thicker body to his face that had filled out considerably. He was definitely sporting a double chin now. “Shit, I didn’t think I’d get this fat!” Colby stated in shock. Matt helped him to sit up, his belly completely obscuring his own view of his feet and cock. He stood up from the bed and headed into the bathroom to the scale, not caring if anyone else saw him. On his way out, Matt was able to see the incredibly wide bulky ass that was leaving and he felt a sudden twitch in his cock. When Colby returned, he simply grabbed his tits and gave them a good squeeze and said “This is what 253 pounds looks like…that’s more than a hundred pounds from when I got here…I’ll never be able to lose this weight…” “I’m so sorry,” Matt pleaded, “I had no idea this would happen.” “It’s not your fault, but what am I going to wear? I need bigger clothes. What am I going to tell people?” “I think I have a big sweatshirt and sweatpants that you may be able to squeeze into for the meantime…I’ll run to the store a buy a lot of oversize clothes that you can hide in…maybe people won’t notice too much.” “Won’t notice!? I think a hundred pounds is easily noticeable…but I’ll worry about that when it comes.” That day Matt stocked up on bigger clothes for Colby and not too many people commented on his gain. Colby avoided classes that he didn’t have to go to and remained in the dorm room for a majority of the time; however, his plans had backfired because after a month he had gained five pounds from the lack of activity. It could have been much worse if Matt had fucked him again, but they put an end to that to avoid any more unwanted fattening, but what was worse is that Colby was actually starting to enjoy the fat, lazy lifestyle that, by the looks of his body, he’d had his whole life. He actually found it arousing that he was winded and out of breath from having to walk across campus to get to class. He also started to try on old clothes to see just how fat he had become. He’d put on old briefs that would only come up to his round thighs, or shirts that would only be able to cover his breasts before ripping down the seams. He would also pause to lift up his belly and feel his significantly diminished dick that was barely visible soft and only 2 inches hard. He loved the thought that a hot man with a 9 inch meat had done this to him, and soon thoughts of getting fatter entered his mind.

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So there Matt sat at his desk in the dark dorm room. It had been awhile since he’d initially fattened up his roommate by accident. Colby was completely lethargic now. He was afraid to leave because of everyone he knew. There was no way to explain his weight gain and he wasn’t about to tell everyone he knew that he was a slut for his roommate. He’d watch his tall handsome roommate out of the corner of his eye get dressed in the morning. He’d watch his muscles flex as he put on a clean shirt or pulled up some briefs over his sculpted ass and tuck his flaccid manhood into the pouch. That’s when Colby would reach down under his belly and fondle his own diminished manhood that was more like a child’s dick now. He was becoming completely obsessed with Matt, and he decided that he had to satisfy his cravings. Unknown to Colby, Matt felt the same way. For some reason, Colby’s expanding waistline had really gotten to Matt. Being forbidden to fuck him again, Matt’s desire for his chubby roommate skyrocketed. Matt was normally a calm young adult, but more and more he found himself uncontrollably horny. When he woke up in the mornings, his morning wood would normally subside within a few minutes, but not anymore. He found out very quickly that he was distracted by thoughts all day unless he relieved himself early on. He would sit in class thinking about how his roommate waddled across the room now. He’d think about how his own cum had completely ruined his roommate’s body. Then the next thing he knew, he was stuck in class with 9 hard inches in his pants. So he started the habit of waking up a little earlier to take an early shower to take care of himself to avoid his roommate and the morning rush to the showers. That worked for a little while, but soon her was becoming overwhelmingly horny during the day, and by the time he got back to his dorm it was like he could feel the cum building up in his balls begging for release. As soon as Colby would go to bed, Matt would lower his briefs and pull out his already semi-hard dick and get to work. He’d look over his loft down to his shirtless roommate taking in his big belly and plump tits that, not long ago, were almost pecs. He’d lean back on his pillow and close his eyes remembering when he’d witnessed Colby’s growing. Colby’s whole body widening and rounding out. If that’s what his cum could do to his roommate, what would it do to other guys? What would happen if he swallowed his own cum? Before he knew it, his cock swelled in his hands and spewed all over his chest, arms, and face. His load was unbelievably large; however, he didn’t have time to think about it because he quickly fell asleep exhausted, not even bothering to put himself back in his briefs. Colby’s lust for Matt had continued to grow. He wanted Matt so bad again, he wanted to feel his tight body pressed into his and he had decided to make his lust known once and for all. It was a late Wednesday night for both Matt and Colby. Matt had been finishing up some homework at his desk while Colby had been eating double fudge brownies and watching late night television. Colby’s lifestyle had completely changed. While he had once been somewhat outgoing, he was now completely sedentary and his appetite had grown significantly. He spent hours in the dining halls eating everything he could fit on his plate, and he’d load up on candy from the vending machines to eat in his dorm. His new change of lifestyle had made it easy for his weight to climb up to 283 pounds of pure fat. He’d gotten Matt to buy him new clothes when needed, and he was just about to outgrow the sweat suit he’d been wearing that Matt had gotten him when he weighed about 250 pounds. Matt finished his work and got ready for bed. After he brushed his teeth and so on, he undressed to his briefs and asked if he could turn the lights off which was perfectly fine by Colby who was just about to head to bed too. Colby stood up and took his shirt off right in front of Matt. Then he looked down at his large belly and sagging tits and grabbed a handful of fat and asked Matt, “Dude…am I too fat?” Matt just looked at him and shook his head, “Of course not…you look fine.” “I just feel like a complete slob lately…like, I can’t believe I did this to myself.” Matt knew that Colby had gained a lot of weight on his own recently when he should have been exercising trying to lose the fat, and hearing this overweight boy in front of him saying that he was ashamed of his fat struck a chord in his dick that was starting to chub up in his briefs. Matt tried to ignore it though, “Don’t worry about it man, you can lose the weight, you just have to put your mind to it…that’s all…” He was starting to become entranced by the belly before him. “I just don’t think I could lose it…even if I tried…” Colby answered, lifting his heft up and letting it fall and jiggle. He was trying to get Matt interested again, and it was working. Matt couldn’t handle it anymore; he put his big paws on his roommate’s gut and started to play with the fat. Then he cupped Colby’s tits in his hands, they were so large and round, more like a woman’s tits than any manboobs he’d seen before. Matt guided Colby to Colby’s bed and told him to lie down, then Matt climbed on top of him and started to suck on his large tits. He felt their heft with his hands as he played with his nipples with his tongue. Colby moaned loudly in the dark, putting his hands on his roommates head. Matt rose up off the bed and yanked off Colby’s sweat pants and saw his tiny cock poke out of layers of fat. As it turned out, Colby hadn’t been wearing underwear because he’d outgrown all his boxers and was too embarrassed to ask Matt to buy some bigger ones. Matt’s dick was already rock hard and begging to be released from its fabric prison. He walked down the bed towards Colby’s head and freed his cock. It bounced out, every veiny inch begging for attention. The head of his cock was face to face with Colby’s mouth, and Colby knew exactly what to do. Matt began to feed his cock to Colby. In between breaths and in between sucking, Colby managed to tell Matt, “Don’t…cum…in…me…” then he went right back to work on his roommate’s large dick. Matt had almost completely forgotten what his cum was capable of until Colby reminded him, but he didn’t spend much time thinking about it, he just reached over and started playing with Colby’s big tits and belly. Colby reached around his roommate’s waist to bring him close so he could devour more of his cock. He started to play with Matt’s firm bubble butt with his chubby fingers. It wasn’t long before he started to poke his sausage links at Matt’s extremely tight ass. Matt was caught off guard by the anal stimulation and immediately his balls drew up, his cock expanded, and without thinking about it, he climaxed and shot his load all over the back of Colby’s throat. Colby was powerless, it was so deep he couldn’t spit it out, but knowing what was going to come made his tiny cock climax as well. His cock dribbled out its tiny load and Colby waited as he accepted his defeat. Matt pulled himself out of Colby and managed to spit out an, “I’m sorry,” but it was too late, he could already notice the changes in his roommate’s body. Colby put his hands on his belly as he felt it grow heavier. He felt like a pregnant whale, his body starting to balloon. Matt watched as Colby’s belly lunged forward and covered Colby’s little dick completely. His thighs grew so thick with fat that it forced them apart more. His ass and hips widened dramatically becoming soft and curvy, taking on a more womanly appearance. His face rounded further and formed a solid double chin. Then his arms were weighted down with more fat, bigger than Matt’s arms, but these arms where the arms of a weakling fatboy. Finally, his tits rounded out even more, sagging to the sides. They were the biggest tits Matt had ever seen. All Colby could do was moan and groan as he got fatter, ballooning upwards of 350 pounds; nearly 200 pounds of flab since he’s arrived at college. He couldn’t believe what had happened to him, his body. He laid there on his back, feeling fatter than ever, but strangely hungrier than ever. After that encounter, Colby had been satisfied of his lust for Matt, even though he continued to jerk off his ever-shrinking cock thinking about him. Matt realized just how hard it was getting around at his new weight. He got tired very quickly. He rarely left the dorm room. He found it hard to fit into the classroom chairs now so he basically quit going, and it was nearly impossible to tie his shoes. Even with all these hardships, it was still a turn on somehow. He didn’t worry about it. He enjoyed the fat like it was a new toy. Playing with it, rubbing his belly to get himself off. Christmas break was coming soon and he’d be going home. He didn’t know how he would explain the weight to his parents and friends, but he didn’t worry about that for now. Now, he just wanted to enjoy life as a fatass, eating what he wanted, when he wanted.

– Semester had ended and for the next few weeks Matt mostly enjoyed hanging out with his friends and family, as well as his brother, John, who he’d become much closer with. Matt was also glad that John was an extremely heavy sleeper because, on occasion, Colby would call after John had fallen asleep and Matt could get an update on his fattening friend. Colby was always sure to mention the amount of fattening foods he’d eaten, as well as the embarrassment and humiliation he’d received from everyone he knew. While he was certainly embarrassed by his marked weight gain and the never-ending teasing, for some reason, that was what turned him on about the whole situation. It caused him to eat more than ever and to grow bigger on his own. These types of calls were agonizing for Matt whose dick could barely handle the overweight information. While on the phone with Colby, he’d always give a look to his “big” brother to make sure he was asleep before he forced the sheets down and took his manhood out. Hearing Colby talk about how fat he was becoming, how his body had been ruined by Matt drove Matt over the edge night after night. It was one week before school started back that everything went a little haywire. One late night while John was sleeping, Matt was feeling sleepy and just about to turn the light off when he heard his phone vibrating. It was Colby and he said a muffled hello. Matt was quick to find out that Colby was gorging on a late night snack of double fudge brownies. He was eating fast and extremely horny, and this just made Matt hornier but he was so tired he just shoved his briefs down to the floor and flopped on the bed jacking off immediately. He had completely forgotten about the muscled boy nearby. He was too busy listening to Colby eat and get fatter to care. He listened as Colby stuffed his fat face with brownies, and he heard him smack his newly huge belly every now and then. Matt just kept telling him to eat more, kept telling him about the body he used to have and how fat he’d become. By the time Colby had finished his late night meal, Matt was on the verge of exploding, his cock pulsating in his paws. His thighs flexing; his abs flexing harder as he got closer. Then Colby revealed something to Matt that sent Matt’s body into a raging orgasm. “Man…when we get back to school…I want you to fuck me again…make me even fatter.” “Oh shit,” was all that Matt was able to whisper as cum rocketed out of his lengthy cock. He let out a soft moan and heard Colby doing the same on the line. The cum splattered everywhere, all over his chest and legs, even some on his face. There was cum on the bedsheets too. He said his goodbyes to Colby for the night and looked at the mess he’d made. He got up from bed and walked naked around John’s bed to the bathroom, letting his softening cock flop around. He grabbed the hand towel by the sink they used to dry their hands with and cleaned himself off then walked back into the room to get what he could off his sheets then threw the towel back into the bathroom, pulled his briefs up over his meaty ass tucking his softened cock into the pouch, climbed into bed, and quietly drifted off to sleep.

When winter vacation was finally over, he packed up all the stuff he’d brought home and overloaded his car with luggage. It didn’t take long before he was on campus and bringing things up to the room. He opened the door to see his once thin roommate standing sitting at his desk. His belly was poking out of his extremely tight white undershirt that outlined every pound of fat as well as his plump womanly tits. He had on a tight pair of sweatpants too. They only made his love handles more pronounced. Matt noticed that he was chewing and then he saw the pack of twinkies on his desk. Matt stepped in, shut the door, and dropped what he was carrying. He walked over to Colby’s desk and grabbed a twinkie, unwrapped it, and shoved it in Colby’s already full mouth. Matt reached down while Colby was still sitting and chewing and lifted up his shirt, letting his fat roll out. He threw the shirt aside and took off his own shirt, then undid his jeans and stripped down to his tighty whities. His muscled body, his firm round ass and well-defined pecs, arms, abs, and legs all looked infinitely better next to the fat slob who was stuffing his face in the chair in front of him. Colby stood up and pushed the chair aside still facing away from Matt. Matt stepped forward and pushed his hard body into the shorter, much fatter boy. He reached around under Colby’s flabby arms and grabbed his hefty belly in his hands letting his fingers sink into the fat. Colby kept chewing away while one of Matt’s hands lifted and dropped his gut and the other squeezed and cupped his double D breasts. Colby could feel his fat fill in the ridges of Matt’s athletic torso. Colby felt like a pig; he felt so unbelievably fat, and he was. Matt reached over and got another twinkie, unwrapped it and shoved it in his pig’s mouth while gently thrusting his growing bulge into Colby’s wide ass. Matt couldn’t wait anymore. He yanked down Colby’s sweatpants to find that Colby wasn’t wearing any underwear. He was also greeted face to ass with Colby’s very wide, very fat ass. Colby’s asshole was deep between two round globes of pure fat, not an ounce of muscle beneath them. Matt stood up and guided Colby to Colby’s bed. Colby’s fat thighs shaking together, gut pouncing with each waddle. Even Colby’s almost invisible dick was bouncing in its fat prison under his belly. Colby struggled but managed to climb up on the bed on all fours; his ass up in the air waiting. Matt immediately pulled down his briefs letting his manhood flop out. His balls were aching, they looked almost swollen, bigger than normal. They were craving release, and Matt was ready and willing to give it to them. He climbed up behind Colby’s awaiting jiggling ass. He gave it a good slap to watch it jiggle. Not only did it jiggle, but Colby’s thighs, belly, and tits all swayed with it. Matt held his meat with one hand, placing the other on the pig’s ass in front of him. Matt pushed forward, his cock pushed Colby’s fat cheeks aside while he aimed for his ass. His ass was so fat that Matt’s cock felt like it was already deep in his ass when it was actually just surrounded by Colby’s fatass cheeks. Matt’s cock head finally pushed up against Colby’s tight asshole. Matt could barely contain himself. He was filled with so much lust and desire. He needed to cum so badly; he was beyond horny. Colby moaned very loudly as Matt’s large head penetrated Colby’s ass. Matt moaned just as loud in a deep manly voice. It was better than he imagined; so fat, so tight. Not long after the base of his cock pressed into the soft fat of Colby’s ass cheeks. He was deep within his pig now. “You’re so fat now…you like it…you like this, don’t ya bitch, you like being a fatass,” Matt said forcefully to Colby. Matt couldn’t think straight, he didn’t know what was coming over him. His desire was in full control. All Colby’s could do was whimper and take it all. Each thrust felt like he was being filled up even more than the last. Matt’s dick was so big, and Colby only wanted more. His whole body jiggled as Matt thrust into him and out of him, sometimes pulling out completely and then reentering. Matt was grunting and moaning while Colby shook all over. Then Colby heard Matt let out a very loud moan and felt Matt’s grip on his love handles harden. Colby could feel the cum unloading within him. It was filling up his ass and after a few seconds he felt very full. He felt Matt pull out of him, and then he was rolled over. He looked up at Matt’s sweat covered body. The sweat only managed to magnify his muscles. His pumped chest and arms; his still-hard dick swinging between two grand thighs. Colby put his hands on his belly that was still shaking slightly from being turned over. Suddenly, he felt very hungry, like he would never get enough to eat. He heaved himself up off the bed, leaving Matt there. He waddled, holding his starving gut, over to his desk and started shoveling in twinkie after twinkie. “I’m…so…hungry!!” He yelled, his voice muffled with food. Matt watched in shock as his roommate shoved 3 twinkies into his already full mouth. His belly sagging over onto the desk. His tits swinging as he gobbled down the food. As Colby mindlessly stuffed himself silly, the changes were starting to take shape. Matt watched as Colby’s tits swelled up even more. They were huge jugs of fat that, at the moment, were very disproportional to the rest of his fat body. His belly lurched forward onto the desk, taking up more and more space in front of him. With his belly so large, it was getting hard for him to reach the twinkies that had been pushed back by his belly. His bellybutton became extremely deep as his love handles spilled over his own waistline. As he continued to gorge on food, his ass and hips widened dramatically, making his ass cheeks two large pillows of fat. Colby almost lost his balance as his enlarging thighs forced his legs apart and completely engulfed what was left of his still hard dick. His face finally started to receive some of the fattening as his neck thickened more as well as his face rounding out ever so slightly, but Colby was still chewing away and didn’t even notice the fattening. He only took notice when it became hard to hold the twinkies after his fingers plumped up further turning into short thick sausages. By this time though, the twinkies were all gone. Colby licked his plump lips and put his chubby hands on his enormous belly resting on the desk and let out a very loud burp. Then he looked down and realize what had happened to him. “Holy fuck! Shit…oh fuck…” was all he managed to say when he realized his gluttony. Matt gazed at his completely overtaken roommate and knew that this semester was going to be better than the last.

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Winter Weight Gain

I have always been attracted to fat men and had the desire to become one myself. I struggled throughout my college career to put on weight. I would binge for weeks and put on about ten pounds, only to become stressed and overworked resulting in me losing the weight. It was a frustrating cycle. I never had the time to truly transform my body into the jiggly ideal in my head. Once I graduated, I knew it was my time to grow. Before entering a master’s program, I decided I would take a year off to save money and gain weight. Between June and December I made a lot of progress. I gained about thirty pounds in six months, going from six foot and 150 pounds to 180 some odd pounds. It felt great. I wasn’t fat by any means, but I had filled out. I felt more in control of my body and like I had more of a presence when I entered a room. These gains were assisted by a new boyfriend I had met, Liam, on grommr. He was much fatter than me and had a well-developed paunch when we met. The combination of his encouragement and simply being around someone who ate so goddamn much really assisted in my weight gain.

I flew home to a small town in Southern California for Thanksgiving. It was sad parting ways for a week with the boyfriend, but the prospect of a gluttonous Thanksgiving was enticing. My family was rather traditional when it came to holidays and Thanksgiving was always an expansive, fattening, home cooked affair. I had been practicing bloating for weeks before hand so I could be sure to stuff myself to maximum capacity. In addition, my family had yet to see my thirty pound weight gain. When I arrived, I received several comments about how I’d “filled out.” Most of them were compliments amounting to how I looked more like a man, and much older. When feasting began I shocked everyone with how much food I consumed. I by far was the biggest eater at the table and filled up my plate four times. My stomach was so distended by the end of the day that it almost looked like a deformity. When I returned home, Liam raved that I was noticeably fatter. The scale had only shown a two pound weight gain, but he claimed it felt like more. Still, I was definitely excited and felt like an overweight BMI was just within my reach.

Liam and I both had plans to spend December and January with our respective famillies. We decided to make a rather fattening deal. After two months, when we returned home, we both had to have gained 25 pounds. If one or both of us failed to meet this criteria, the punishment would be 7,000 calories a day for two weeks.

After two weeks of home cooking and holiday treats, I had already packed on twelve pounds. And it was starting to get noticeable. My belly poked out above my waistline. T-shirts and sweaters clung tightly to my midsection. I was a cliche, my weight quickly rising due to holiday sweets and egg nog. No one made any comments, as I assumed they figured I would lose it all in the spring. What they didn’t know was that my gut would continue to grow and that my newfound potbelly was a source of constant eroticism. My cock grew hard at every meal, and even the slightest jiggle of my belly would leave me dripping precum. By the time Christmas day arrived I was about 15 pounds heavier than when I’d first arrived at home. I was greatly looking forward to Christmas dinner, which was typically a bigger affair than Thanksgiving in my house. My mom made a spread with all of the traditional holiday food, but went especially crazy with the desserts. There were more cakes, pies, cookies, cobblers, and loafs than our family could ever consume in a day.

After exchanging presents, my body was ready to gorge. I was jittery with excitement at the prospect of stuffing my gut as full as I possibly could with delicious fattening food. Once dinner began, I made no attempt at hiding my gluttony. I inhaled my first plate of food within minutes. I got a couple comments about how hungry I was. I would only smile and agree as I loaded up plate after mountainous plate of food. My belly was swelling under the tight knit sweater I was wearing. After three plates of ham, turkey, rolls, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and yams all drowned in gravy I began on the dessert foods. My gut was significantly bloated. My uncle was surprised that I was still “going so strong on the food.” While my mom made a comment that I better “watch my eating” as my “midsection is growing by the day.” A few other family members remarked with supportive jokes about how I was a growing boy and that everyone gets a a little portly over the holidays. My cock was rock hard and mashed against my thigh in my skinny jeans. I eventually had a healthy serving of every dessert at the table and seconds for some. By the time I was finished, my stomach looked abnormally bloated and I was in great pain. Once everyone finished, I retired to my bedroom and immediately took a nap.

I woke up groggy and with an intense boner. I looked at the clock and it was 1 AM. I’d slept for several hours. I went outside and smoked a bowl then proceeded to watch A Christmas Story. Soon enough, the munchies began to set in, and the massive food baby that was working its way through my system, suddenly seemed to vanish. I was ravenously hungry. I began to storm the leftovers, eating pieces of pie and cake so large that I was shocked at my own gluttony. I was stuffing my face with everything I could get my hands on. I began to get enormously turned on and decided to bring the food to my room so I could eat and jerk off. I covered my bed with plates of delicious sweets and began eating with no hands like the hungry hog I was. Meanwhile, I stroked my cock and massaged my belly fat. I was getting food all over my fattening body, which I would lick and scrape off. I was determined to consume everything that I brought. I tried fucking the cobbler and then eating the filling off my dick. I was swallowing so much food that I hardly even recognized what was going into my mouth. Whatever I could get my hands on was swallowed. I cleaned all the plates in what seemed like no time at all. I finally let myself cum and shot my load across the room in moans of ecstasy. I passed out sticky and bloated.

A few weeks passed and New Year’s came and went. I had gained 4 pounds just on Christmas day alone and continued to pack on the weight like I was an animal going into hibernation. I could barely fit into the outfit I had planned for New Year’s Eve festivities, which was slightly embarrassing, but still incredibly hot. Hungover the next morning, I looked through the photos on my phone and on Facebook of the night before. I had gotten completely wasted and didn’t remember much. I was shocked to see just how far my belly protruded out of my denim jacket. In several photos my shirt was riding up to reveal a swollen and hairy abdomen. Even my face looked a little fatter. A slight double chin appeared in certain angles. This was the first time I had a good look at all the weight I had gained and was truly shocked. I looked fat.

I went to the bathroom and began examining myself in the mirror. My gut was on the verge of an overhang, ten more pounds and it would happen. I had even started to develop a fat pad. I knew my thighs had gotten thicker, but looking in the mirror I realized they were almost touching. I squeezed and jiggled my ass cheeks, Liam was going to love playing with those. Slight love handles were apparent from behind. I wanted them to grow. I got inches from the mirror to examine my neck fat. If I looked down or tucked my chin in, I developed a definite double chin. To top it all off, my entire body looked a tad bit hairier. I’d always had a decent patch of chest hair, but now it was spreading from shoulder to shoulder. I wondered if weight gain sparked hair growth.

I’d stopped tracking my weight since Christmas because I was confident I would meet, and likely surpass, the 25 pounds I promised Liam. The trip home had come to an end, and I was noticeably larger than when I’d arrived. Barely any of my clothes fit. I couldn’t wait for Liam to see. When I arrived at our apartment, he was sitting on the couch. I could tell he’d gained weight but not merely as much as me. We embraced and began fooling around. He was shocked and amorous of my newly formed love handles and jiggly beer gut. He squeezed handfuls of both and asked how much I’d gained. I told him I didn’t know and had stopped weighing myself. Liam revealed he had only gained 15 pounds. At first I was disappointed, but the prospect of the next week of gluttony was going to be amazing for Liam. We had wild sex exploring the new curves of each other’s bodies.

Later that night, Liam coaxed me out of bed and onto the scale. I was shocked at the number that appeared. No way was I that fat now. 223 pounds. I had gained over forty pounds in two months. This realization caused my cock to stiffen and rise against my newly rounded, hanging, belly.

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Three Types of People Gaining Weight

The Pouter

The Pouter resents the effect food has on them. How just one little bite of something can lead to a full blown stuffing, making them feel helpless to the weight they’re putting on in droves. They’re the type who displaces blame. It’s the brain’s fault. It’s genetics. It’s the genetically modified food that is making them too fat to walk without waddling a little. Healthy food is too expensive; junk food is too divine. Exercise is too time-consuming; sitting all day is a required part of their 9 to 5. They pout their way through the day at their desk, sucking on their daily venti frappe, which they carefully don’t realize has been fattening up their ass so badly that it doesn’t really fit in their chair anymore. They pout when their clothes don’t look quite right and blame the dryer for shrinking them. They get angry when the elevator goes out of order, forcing them to pant and heave their way up the stairwell. Then they get irate when there’s nothing good left in the pantry to fill them up once they finally get to their apartment in the evening. The only thing that soothes their nerves is take out, and so they eat a lot of take out. The trash bin is full of take out containers, along the coffee table, and the countertop. Sometimes they reach the bottom of a container, so full but still needing to consume more, so they get take out from somewhere else. They wake up heavier every morning, but they don’t know that. All they know is that (because their arms and chest have blown up so big with flab) it’s getting hard to cross their arms when they’re annoyed.

The Blusher

The Blusher is the type who effortlessly gains a few dozen pounds in winter weight and doesn’t even notice until the weather warms. They happily pack away their winter clothes, pull on a well-worn pair of shorts, and…with a sharp pang of dread, find they can’t even tug the denim all the way up their bulkier thighs. Even without anyone around to ogle their thighs, or their chubbier face, or their larger love handles—which their shirt can’t quite seem to cover—they flush pink. A little ashamed and a lot embarrassed. Because how did they not realize? They gently touch their belly, thicker and curvier than it should be. They look in the mirror. And…whoa. They’re girthy all over. Their limbs are large and heavy-looking and they just look so big. They gained weight and were totally oblivious. Oblivious to how all those special-occasion splurges and one-off binges added up. With whispered curses and last-ditch tugging attempts, the Blusher tries on more clothes and outfits, hoping against hope that they’re not as big as they look and feel. Except almost nothing fits. And their belly keeps jiggling when they turn and bend and stand. And the dusted-off scale is showing them a number they can’t possibly believe. No, no, no. They can’t be that fat. With tubby fingers, they search and calculate on their phone to see…to see that they are teetering on the far end of the Overweight box in the spectrum. Just to the right, the more ominous Obese box lies in wait, colored a deep red. They blush that very same color, down to their second chin.

The Lip-Biter

The Lip-Biter is the type who stands in the kitchen, stuffing their mouth with a fifth donut as they press their heavy belly a little firmer against the counter. They’ve gotten fat, really fat, and they know it, but they nevertheless put off getting new clothes using money excuses, telling themselves that it’s not a big deal if they stretch the seams a little. Except eventually it’s not just a little, and the Lip-Biter, swallowing hard every time they get dressed, knows that. The truth is, they feel a rush when they notice their buttons strain over their breasts and torso. They hold their breath when they sit down slowly and aren’t sure if something’s going to rip. They sneak candies and chocolates at every opportunity, wondering idly how fat they’re going to get if they keep their bad habits up. They bite their lip at the thought of getting so obese that normal daily routines become difficult. They’re already not as fast as they used to be; they already sweat easier. After work some days, they buy a cake of some kind for a fake occasion and eat the whole thing at home, forkful after forkful, lacking any will not to gorge themselves. They spread their thighs apart a little more and let their clothes slowly stretch and snap as they eat. Lick their lips and squirm in pleasure.

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Freshman Fatties: Table of Contents

Dorm room pairings are always a gamble, but Benjamin, a slim business major, and Andy, the school’s beefy star quarterback, form an unlikely kinship. As Andy’s weight skyrockets due to stress, cheap food, and boozing, his eating habits begin to rub off on Benjamin. Packing on the freshman fifteen is one thing, but can the boys’ navigate the consequences of their expanding waistlines?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Epilogue

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Neighbors

By Anonymous

Hey, you don’t wanna be laughed at, you should probably put down the fuckin fork, is kind of how I looked at it. Damn right I laughed at him. Fat fuck like that, how you gonna not laugh? He wasn’t just “fat,” for one thing; we’re talking obese. His giant thighs were smashed together but his feet were like three feet apart, his back arched cuz his center of gravity’s all fucked up, arms sticking almost straight out at his sides cuz he can’t put ‘em down around that big roll of tit fat. Dude, you’ve got your tits on your sides, people are gonna laugh. Did it hurt his feelings?! Boo-fuckin’-hoo, we’re talking about a grown man. My age, more or less, and I’ve been in 32s since I was a kid. I win, he fails -- if the truth hurts, go home and bury your feelings in donuts and pie. Wouldn’t be the first time, by the looks of it.

So yeah, I usually had something to say to him -- fatties are fair game where I come from. If you waddle instead of walk, you’ve gotta expect a certain amount of shit. Especially a young guy like him who looks like he’d otherwise be kinda handsome. I get comments on my looks all the time -- guys wanna buy me a beer, wanna get a handful of my ass. It’s not bragging if it’s true; how is cracking on him and his body any different?

Then Blubber Butt starts showing up in workout clothes. Hilarious on so many levels I didn’t know what to laugh at first. Where does a guy with an ass the size of a Volkswagen get workout clothes, for one thing? Lotsa five hundred-pounders going to the gym these days, are there? Not at my gym. Course I haven’t been to the gym in a minute, but I sure don’t remember seeing a ton of fatties, ha ha, trying to work it off. Who does he think he’s kidding? He probably just wears ‘em cuz he doesn’t look as fat. Must be some kinda Super Spandex in those shorts, cuz his ass and those rub-together thighs don’t look as jumbo as I know they are. Well, as I know they used to be. And I hate to break it you, dude, but just sucking it in so your gut doesn’t sag like it used to doesn’t mean it still ain’t there. Sure, I’ve thickened up a little bit. I also turned thirty last year. It happens to everybody. There is no shame in 34-inch jeans at my age. OK, 36s, but hell, at least I don’t waddle like some of my neighbors I could mention.

OK, maybe he doesn’t exactly “waddle” any more, but he sure fucking used to. It still looks like there’s two pigs fighting in a sack under those shorts, and his gut might have shrunk, but it still looks like it’s softer than a sack of shit. Just cuz they’re smaller than they used to be doesn’t mean any dude should have tits that big. It’s not like we live in a world where being able to put your sausage-fat arms at your sides counts as some sort of an accomplishment.

Yeah yeah, my buddies give me a little shit for the gut I’m growing. It’s got some squish on it, but just cuz I need to get back to the gym. My membership lapsed, I just need to renew it and I’ll be back in the 36s in no time. I’m not saying I’m proud to be packed into fuckin forties, I’m just saying, it’s not gonna be hard to work off. I’m barely thirty-four, for Christ’s sake, I just need to get serious. Hell, look at Blubber Butt next door. He’s been hitting the gym like a madman from the looks of it. He’s still fat, man, no other way of putting it, but at least he doesn’t bounce like a pile of Jell-o every step he takes, and his shirts don’t look like he could rent ‘em out as billboards for extra cash anymore. He’s a big guy, no shit, but he’s lost a coupla them chins, and turns out I was right -- he could be kinda cute. If he didn’t need a bra.

Walked by the gym the other day, in fact -- yeah, yeah, I shoulda been walking TO the gym, I know -- and saw this big dude coming out. It still looks funny to see a big fat guy at a gym, and I was winding up to pitch him a crack about how it doesn’t seem to be working, but it stuck in my throat. Yeah, he had a big roll of spare tire, but he had great legs, and an ass that looked like it’d eat like cantaloupe -- round and ripe, juicy and sweet. I caught our reflections in the window and damn near choked on my joke. Thank god I hadn’t said anything. The tasty ass was bouncing behind none other than Blubber Butt, and in the fuckin fun house mirror of the gym window, I looked bigger than he did. I knew I’d kind of let it go lately, I knew I was softer than I should be, but there was no fuckin way I had more blub on me than neighbor boy had on him. I had just started shopping at the Big & Tall, and he’d obviously been going there his whole life. OK, gun to my head I’d admit it, I’d gotten pretty out of shape, but I was no Fatty. I’m back to the gym starting today, I swore, and I’m hitting it hard.

I didn’t hit it that same day -- I was way too full of Burger King to be going to the gym, and I was on a mission to get to the Dairy Queen before the end of my lunch hour. But I’m gonna get back to the gym sooner than my jackass buddies think. I’m gonna dump this bullshit blubber and shut ‘em all up. Thirty-six is not that old, I just need to get off the fuckin couch. I need to talk to my neighbor, ask him how he did it. Still got an ass like a couple of basketballs on him -- how’d he get that pile of pudding so firm might be the first thing I ask him -- but he’s barely even got a gut on him anymore. He’s toned up pretty nice, and I was wrong about him being “kinda handsome” -- he’s hot as shit. I promise you’da never known there was such a stud buried under all that blubber. “Just like you!” cracked one of my less funny buddies. I swear, guy adds a little weight, suddenly everyone’s a comedian.

So I walk into the thrift store up the street today -- walk, OK, I do not waddle, and all my dickhead buddies who think it’s funny to joke about how I do can go fuck themselves -- and guess who’s at the counter. Flirting with the hipster nerdy kid that works there who wouldn’t give me the time of day last time I was in here. I guess he’s only into gym-whore bodies, like this guy’s such a big deal. "I used to make fun of his lard ass," I would totally say, if it didn’t leave me so wide open to a hundred and one not-so-clever comebacks. Besides, it looks like he might have a bunch of his old shit to donate, and I’m about ready for another upgrade. Am I proud to almost be his old size? To be standing here with my feet three feet apart cuzza the size of my legs just like his fat ass used to? Fuck no. But will I be happy to get my hands on some Big & Tall shit to tide me over before I dump this weight -- buncha my buddies got me a gym membership for my fortieth last month -- at thrift store prices? Fuckin right I will be. I swear to god Casual Male adds ten bucks for every X, just in case eatin myself this big isn’t expensive enough.

He initiates, which is more embarrassing than I’m gonna go ahead and admit to you. "Hey, big guy, you should look through some of this stuff. I used to be about your size, you should check it out." Humiliating the shit out of me and impressing the hell out of nerd boy – nice bank shot, asshole. But I play it cool, no way I’m gonna let him know he’s getting to me. "What you got?" Ooh and aah, whatever, as I sift through the pile. It clicks, though, after the hundredth shirt that would never fit me, and I hope he doesn’t see the sweat. There’s no fucking way I’m bigger than he used to be. Than he ever was? I would die! Nah, I got this. "I’m pretty set for shirts," I lie, sagging out from underneath the biggest one I own. "Could use some pants though." "Definitely, man" he says. "Take a look. Got all kinds of shit. Jeans, dress pants. Workout shorts." I know he didn’t laugh when he said that. "What size you need? he asks. I got a bunch of 54s, 56s. Even got a few 58s. Hell, I was gonna donate ‘em anyway – take whatever you want." My throat goes dry as a bone and I actually have to start the most humiliating sentence I’ve ever uttered three times before I can spit it out: "I’m a little past 58s," I manage. "Hopin’ for more like 64s." The nerdy hipster actually whistles, as if his 28-inch-ass would know anything about it. "Bet you don’t admit to that everywhere you go," neighbor boy has the gall to chuckle. Both skinny fuckers laugh and I feel my face go hot and red. "Hey," neighbor boy has the nerve to give my overhang a heft when he says it, even though he’s talking to nerd boy. "You don’t wanna be laughed at, you should probably put down the fuckin fork, right?

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The Fat Frat Bros of Phi Alpha Tau

I had always been just slightly chubby growing up. For my whole life I had memories of having just a slightly thick enough layer of flab on my body to be classified as “chubby.” My grandmother commented one time at a family BBQ when I was seven that I was growing a “healthy appetite” and that she liked too see me eat. From then on, while I grew taller, I also grew just a little bit wider, maintaining that flab all throughout high school. All throughout high school I had never felt attractive enough to pursue the guys I had always longed for. Discovering I was gay and coming out to friends and family was tough, but, an even tougher challenge for me was accepting my body within a community that seemed to place shame on anyone who did not look like a twink or a muscle god. Oh well, at least I’ve finally moved on from that hell hole that you call “high school.”

That brings us to today, I’m moving into my dorm to start my freshman year of college. I currently stand at 6’1, 175 lbs, with tan skin from working outside all summer as a camp counselor, light brown eyes, and some flowy brown hair that I had just gotten cut. I was extremely excited to start college and get my life started. I was going to be studying political science because I had always had an interest in the ways government worked and the stratified power structures. I don’t want to bore you with my nerdy talk, though.

I grabbed all the luggage out of my car, with the help of my parents, and walked up to the entrance of my dorm building to check-in and get my room key. A perky ginger girl named Jenny welcomed me, dressed appropriately in all school spirit attire.

“Hello and welcome to Western Coast University! My name is Jenny and I’ll be your RA for the year! I’m so excited to get to know more about you, but first I’ll show you to your room…. Looks like you’ll be in room 216, and it looks like your roommate has just moved in!”

“Oh shit,” I thought to myself. I had never shared a room with someone else in my entire life, and I was especially nervous as a gay guy because I had never really connected with other guys before. I had never experienced the feeling of “brotherhood” that so many guys had seemed to felt with their teammates and such.

Jenny opened the door and revealed a tan, toned, beach bum-looking guy with wavy blonde hair sitting on the bed closest to the door. He seemed to illuminate right from his sun-soaked skin. Right when I walked in he jumped up to introduce himself to me.

“Hey, man! My name’s Tristan. Looks like we’ll be sharing this room for the next year!”

“My name’s Max,” I responded, “Nice to meet ya.”

Jenny, Tristan, and my parents helped me unpack and get all settled into my new dorm room. My bed was right next to the window and I had a gorgeous view of the ocean. The main reason I chose this school, apart from the great academics, was the gorgeous campus that resided right along the coast of California. The weather was perfect, the people I had met so far were perfect, and my roommate seemed to be pretty perfect as well. Once we finished settling in, I said a heart-wrenching goodbye to my parents, who left with tears in their eyes, sad to see their little boy all grown up. Jenny then directed Tristan and I to the main quad on campus for the Club Fair. She told us that there would be all types of groups and organizations from a cappella groups to the frats and sororities to the Super Smash Bros club. I was sure everyone, even the weirdest kids on campus, could find a club, but honestly, I had no idea what I wanted to join. I had never really participated much in high school, I tried to just breeze through and get out of there, so joining other groups and organizations was a new concept for me.

Tristan and I walked down to the quad together in the gorgeous 85-degree heat, but, once we got to the quad, we got separated amongst the crowds of ravaging freshmen moving around and looking at all the various booths. I moved around and through different groups of excited future-sorority girls and tried to get a look at the various booths. I saw a giant Chinese lion dancing about to showcase the Chinese Student Union, and I heard the gorgeous singing of the university’s choir. It was all so exciting and new, but, mostly, without Tristan, I felt kind of lonely. I wandered over to a tree at the end of the row of booths, hoping to just grab a seat on the ground and relax. On my way there I passed by a rackety booth that looked like it was getting barely any attention. It could have been a frat since it had the Greek letters FAT on a light blue wooden booth that looked like it had seen better days. I just walked by without giving too much of a care.

“Hey, you!” I heard from the distance.

“Hey, chubby guy!” There was no one else nearby, so I turned to see if the mysterious voice was talking to me. “Yeah, you! Come on over here.”

I turned around to see a monster-sized man shouting over to me. He had to have been upwards of 400 pounds (at least!) of pure fat, standing at 6’3, with short, spiked up platinum blonde hair and a five o’clock shadow. I walked towards the booth, feeling nervous on the inside about what was going to happen.

“Who is this guy?” I thought to myself. “Why does he want me to come to his booth? Can’t he tell I just want to go be alone.”

I slowly walked up to the booth, and the human whale standing at the booth lit up like a Christmas tree.

“So glad you came on over!”

“I was curious to see why you called me over. Speaking of which, why DID you call me over?”

“Well, I called you over because you seem like the perfect candidate for our fraternity, FAT, or, as we brothers like to call it, FAT, “ he responded. “This may sound weird, but I called you over here because you remind me of myself when I was a freshman just starting here at WCU. I was just a chubby little guy feeling lost and alone, but, FAT made me the man I am today, LITERALLY. My name is Joey.”

“The name’s Max, nice to meet you. Now, I’m confused. You want ME to join a fraternity because I resemble you at one point in your life? Plus aren’t fraternities supposed to be super homophobic? I am gay and I don’t want to feel like more of an outcast than I already am.”

“That’s the beauty of FAT! This fraternity was organized right before I started as a brotherhood of gay men who felt like outcasts, not only by society, but also by their own gay communities. If you don’t get what I’m hinting at here, I’m saying that this frat is a brotherhood of gay fat and chubby men who embrace their bodies and work to love their bodies even more. I know that sounds super weird, and I hope I didn’t creep you out, but I would love it if you joined. Our frat seems to be losing numbers because our school does not seem to attract people who are not blonde and tan with beach bodies.”

“I feel you on that one. While I love this campus and this university, I don’t feel like I fit in. I might consider joining.”

“Well that’s all I can ask of ya! Our first meeting for interested members is tonight at 5:30 at our chapter house just down the street from the dorms. You can’t miss it. It has super large FAT on top. It’ll be a BBQ, swim party, so come dressed appropriately.”

I headed back to my dorm to grab a quick nap, and change before I headed out. I wasn’t sure what to think about the experience with Joey. He seemed so nice, but, how could a man that large ever been my size before? Nothing seemed to add up, but honestly I didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity to feel like a part of a group.

I pulled up my slightly tight pink and light blue floral swim trunks, threw on a tank top, put on my flip flops and headed out the door right as Tristan walked back in.

“I’m heading out, Tristan, I’ll be back later!”

“Alright, man, I can’t believe you’re already off to a party. Wow I’m jealous.”

I walked a few blocks down the street from my dorm building, and, sure enough, I saw the FAT house. A HUGE two-story house with a luscious front lawn. I knocked on the door and, who other than Joey answered the door.

“MAX! I’m so glad you made it. You have no idea how much this means to me that you decided to come. It seems like you are the only freshman that decided to come, but I want to bring you into the meeting room and introduce you to the guys. I’m sure you’re going to love them.”

I entered the room and could not believe my eyes. There had to have been 20 guys in that room, and, they completely filled it up. These guys were all at least 300 pounds, with some of them that had to have been upwards of 500 pounds. I had never seen men so big in my life, not to mention this many of them all at one time. They all seemed to be wearing clothes that were just a few sizes too small for them, revealing all of the voluptuous curves and rolls of their growing bodies. Outside, some guys were lounging about and swimming in the, what seemed to be Olympic sized, swimming pool. Fat jiggling at every turn.

“Alright, guys, let’s give a big FAT welcome to Max!” Joey exclaimed to the guys.

All of the guys began to cheer, causing some of their shirts to lift up even more and reveal fat roll on top of fat roll as they raised their arms to clap. This was the moment that I knew I had found my group to call my own. Suddenly, the group of guys got quiet as large, beckoning foot steps began to get closer and closer to me. I turned around to see a walking whale move towards me.

“Welcome, Max,” the man bellowed. “My name is Rick and I am the chapter president of FAT. I am so glad that you came tonight to join this sacred brotherhood.”

Rick was the largest man there by far, passing some of the larger guys by over 100 pounds. He seemed to have the bulk of a former football player, but that chapter of his life was long buried under mountains of tanned flab. He resembled many of the beach bum students that attended WCU, with the exception that he had to be around 700 pounds. His belly swung with every lumbering step he took, and his ass shook like there was a constant earthquake erupting within his body. His chest had to make every girl on campus jealous, regardless of whether or not they were into fat guys. Those moobs were a true work of art. The most interesting thing about Rick was the fact that his face remained generally beautiful, even despite the morbidly obese body he was flaunting.

“I’d like to give you the grand tour of the FAT house, if you don’t mind, and, everyone else, get this party started!” Rick yelled.

Rick began to give me the tour of this house. First stop was the kitchen. It looked to be an industrial kitchen to serve a small country of people. There was tons of food laid out for the BBQ today, but it looked like more than enough food for the 25 or so guys that were here. I guess it did make sense why they were all so huge now. I didn’t think I would ever get that big. I was fine just being chubby. As we moved along to the next room, Rick started to talk to me and give me the story of his life in FAT.

“When I was a freshman, I came to WCU as a closeted ex-football player looking for a place to call my home. I stumbled upon this fraternity by accident, but couldn’t say no to the hospitality and overall love that I felt from the brothers at the time. There was a tradition, back then, where each brother would get assigned a freshmen and have to plump him up to see which freshmen could be the biggest by the end of the year. The winning freshman would receive dibs on which room he got the next year in the house, as well as a personal food servant.”

“Wow that sounds kind of fun, honestly!” I responded politely.

“Well, to be quite frank, I won. My big brother, Andrew, was about 400 pounds at the time, and I entered the house weighing in at about 200 pounds. To keep the story short, by the end of my freshman year, I had passed Andrew’s weight and was weighing in at 415 pounds. Every other freshmen was shocked. Some of them had gained maybe 150 pounds or less, but I had gone and gained over 200 pounds in the course of a year. I even shocked myself haha. I held, and still hold, a record for the biggest gain within a year.”

“Holy fuck,” I thought. “I could not gain that much weight. That’s INSANE. This must be a mad house.”

“Hey, Rick? I think I need to head out, I think I’m feeling kinda sick.”

“Aww, let me go grab you a glass of water before you head out.”

Rick stomped back with a glass of water, and I gulped it down. Suddenly, there was only one thought on my mind, and that was FOOD. I was starving all of the sudden. I grabbed three of the hot dogs from the table in the industrial sized kitchen and began to scarf them down. They were so good that I couldn’t stop eating them. I ate 7 more to top the number off at a solid 10. I didn’t think I had ever eaten more than 2 hot dogs at a time in my life, and here I was, with a distended belly, having eaten 10 hot dogs in under 5 minutes. Cheers came from the crowd of fat brothers as I came to from my food coma. Rick stood in front of me, helping me up out of the chair.

“Max, that was the most impressive thing that we have seen a freshman do in quite a long time. I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Something had just awoken in me, I guess. Not going to lie, though, I’m still kind of hungry haha.”

“I think I speak for all of us when I say that we would like you, Max, to join our fraternity as the newest member of FAT.”

“I gladly accept!”

Over the course of the next few weeks, in between classes I spent all of my time at the fraternity house hanging out with my new brothers. I was the only freshman that joined the chapter this year, but, for some reason, no one seemed to mind, especially not me. All of the brothers took a newfound interest in me and seemed to always want to give me food or get to know me. I met Dustin, a 3rd year architecture major who had joined FAT two years ago as an already chubby freshman, and he had blossomed into a 500 pound man. He loved being a fat guy and wanted every excuse to be able to show off his body. He really inspired me to love my own body.

Every night I would eat dinner after class with my meal pass, and then head on over to the fraternity house. I would go there full, but, after grabbing a glass of water, I always felt hungry and managed to eat a whole second meal, and a LARGE one at that, as well as the three-course dessert that was always available after the meal. When I would get full, each of the brothers wanted a turn to rub my stomach and feed me extra food to make sure that I was fully plumped up.

After three weeks in the fraternity I found that none of my clothes were fitting me. I mean I guess I had gained a few pounds, but enough to grow out of my clothes? I walked over to the house with shorts unbuttoned (since I could not even get them close to closing) and a tank top that covered just above my belly button. My belly started to have more jiggle to it, and my thighs began to rub together. I also was shifting from pecs into moobs. Rick welcomed me at the door and started laughing at the sight of me…. I looked like a balloon from all of the weight I had gained. He motioned me to follow him into the bathroom where they kept a scale that looked like it was supposed to weigh a car. He told me to step on

The scale flashed 220.

Had I really gained that much weight in only three weeks? That could not be possible.

“Max it looks like we could have a new contender for most weight gained in a year, if you keep up the progress like this, you’ll pass my record!”

45 pounds in three weeks. That sounded insane, but, honestly, I was enjoying it. Who would have thought that I would have enjoyed being fat, considering how much I had hated being a chubby guy not too long ago.

Over the course of the semester each brother wanted to turn to feed me. I spent every waking moment at the house, except when I had to make my way to class. My parents would KILL me if I was failing any of my classes. Luckily, the house had a closet filled with old clothes that the brothers had outgrown, so I had a wide selection to choose from for my ever-expanding wide body.

As I passed 250 pounds, I started to feel big. Not just kind big, but big. My ass was jiggling with cellulite as I took walks to class, my thighs had grown exponentially, my stomach had an overhang, and my chin had grown an extra chin right below it. I did not resemble the boy I was when I first came to school.

I spent nights hanging out on the couch with brothers while we played Super Smash Bros and drank beer. Some of the brothers would funnel beer into Rick’s mouth while he sat in his large throne of a chair that was specifically designed to hold his 700+ pound weight.

Quickly that 250 pound body of mine became a 300 pound body of pure fat. I was never an athletic fellow, and the fat piled on as pure cellulite. I loved it though. It made me look doughy and soft, sort of like a teddy bear that was perfect for cuddling. There wasn’t one part of my body that was not covered in jiggly bliss. My belly was starting to hang down over my thighs, my walk was slowly shifting from a normal walk into a slight waddle as I had to move my massive thighs out of each others’ way while I navigated my globular sized ass to class. Most days I would just have Joey or Dustin or any of the other brothers drive me to class, which they would happily do. If I did not know any better, I would think that they all were working to get me to set a new record. It didn’t matter to me, though. I was living in a state of constant happiness. I had found a home with these men. They were my true brothers and true family.

The brothers were also growing in this process, but none seemed to be growing as fast as me. Joey had moved his 400 pounds up to a steady 445 pounds. Dustin was sitting near 530 pounds. Rick, though, who didn’t want to reveal his weight, seemed to be trying to really push himself to maintain his dominance in the house. He looked softer all over, and was struggling to fit into his already ginormous clothing. He also seemed in general more out of breath with each step he took around the house.

Christmas break was coming around and my gains had slowed just a little bit. I was 350 pounds and not ready to head home for the five week break. I knew that my weight would not be as accepted by my family and friends at home.

“Give them a chance,” Joey said to me. “When I went home for the first time after I gained, it was like nothing had happened at all. My family was just excited to see me. Also, if you need to come back a little early, I’m sure Rick will be here, so you could just stay with him.”

My parents picked me up the next day, and, to my surprise, they didn’t mention anything about my weight. They were just happy to see that I was safe and had done well in my classes. Somehow, in between all of my stuffing sessions at the house, I had managed to study and I got a 3.5 this semester. I spent up until New Years at home, and then texted Rick to see if he was still at the house and to see if I could stay there until school started back up on the 20th of January.

I got back campus on January 1st and was welcomed back by a basically empty house. I knocked on the door and Rick answered, but there was no one else in the house. This is the first time I had hung out with Rick alone before, and, I was excited. I had always admired Rick for how pleasant he was and how well he held up that massive bulk of a body. He never showed weakness, and was always happy to help out any brother. We sat together in the living room watching RuPaul’s Drag Race and eating some leftover food that Rick had kept in the fridge from his own personal stuffing the night before.

That night, when it was time for bed, Rick stated that all of the brothers’ rooms were locked for safety reasons, and that I would have to come sleep in his bed. I happily obliged and I walked with him to his room that was right next to the kitchen. Rick’s room was humongous, fitting for a man his size, and had a large California King sized bed sitting right in the middle of the room. His desk was covered in food wrappers and textbooks from his classes the past semester. His room resembled that of an average college student, just on a much bigger scale. Rick started to fully undress and I began to see his true girth.

“Sorry, Max, but, if you don’t mind, I like to sleep bare naked.”

As Rick took off his ever-so-tight underwear, I saw a man larger than the one that had greeted me on the first day. From head to toe he was, not just covered in fat, but rather swallowed by his own gluttony. His beautiful face remained in tact with his gorgeous dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, but it was engulfed by a triple chin. His neck was also surrounded by fat and led down to his gigantic torso. His man boobs rested on top of his massive belly with nipples the size of donuts. His belly cascaded down his body like the most beautiful waterfall I had ever seen. I was mesmerized by the constant vibration occurring across his body. His belly hung down to just above his knees at this point, hiding bodacious thighs. While Rick’s belly was definitely the staple feature of his body, his ass and thighs were unmatched in glory. His ass still managed to stay relatively round, resembling two large watermelons smashing against each other as he managed to maneuver across the room. His thighs had a constant rub, never separating, giving Rick a waddle. I had never realized this, but, Rick was one of the most awe inspiring people I had met. Rick hopped in bed and took up almost ¾ of the bed, leaving not a lot of room for my own 370 pound body. I stripped down as well and placed myself next to Rick. We both fell asleep, and, soon after, Rick was cuddling me, engulfing me in his warm blubber as I slept the night away.

After that night, something had changed. Rick and I developed a special passion for each other. The house was empty for the next couple weeks until school started and Rick had decided that he wanted to see how much he could pork me up before the next semester began. I was constantly stuffed or receiving belly rubs from Rick. I was treated like a king, with Rick as my feeder servant. I did not lift a finger once in those few weeks and it showed on my waistline.

The day before school started, the brothers were starting to come back to the house and they could not believe how big I was. To be honest, neither could I. I felt like I was a balloon ready to pop after all the food I had eaten. Rick and I went into the bathroom to weigh me and that was the first time I had looked at my full nude body in the mirror in quite a while. I stood there in shock of how much I had changed since the meet and greet BBQ. I was coated in cellulite. I felt like I was Hansel from Hansel and Gretel, where Rick was fattening me up to eat me. I was a true pig. I had a pronounced double chin, turning into a triple chin, with perky man boobs and a belly covered with deep, red stretch marks, resembling all of the growing I had done. I was a smaller version of Rick and I could not be more delighted.

“Well go and step on the scale,” Rick ordered.

I waddled over and put each foot onto the cold metal scale. The numbers flashed a few times before revealing my weight… 410 pounds. I was closing in on Rick’s record and I could almost taste the victory. It was within my reach and I wanted it so badly.

That night I slept in Rick’s bed again and he began to open up to me.

“Max, I wanted to tell you that, honestly, when I saw how well you were gaining weight, I was jealous because I wanted to keep my record and my control over the house; but, as I’ve gotten to know you and accompany you on this journey, I know realize that I have feelings for you. I want to help you grow and I want to be by your side every waddling step of the way.”

“Rick, ever since you helped me stand up after I ate all of those hot dogs at the BBQ, I knew that there was something special about you, and something special between us.”

Rick leaned over and kissed me. Right then and there we began to make out, exploring each other’s crevices and folds of fat. Rick allowed me to penetrate his large ass with the tiny part of my cock that wasn’t covered by my belly and fat pad. I thrust a few times before cumming right in his ass, and then I slowly explored the waterfall of a belly that Rick had in order to find the hidden treasure buried within layers and layers of glorious cellulite. I finally found his small dick, hidden away from all daylight. He had a nice musk to him that arose from his pubic area, since it had been sweating beneath his rolls of fat all day. I put his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked until he came, warm cum entering right into my mouth like the richest frosting I had ever tasted.

Spring semester was just one big blur for me. I went to class the minimum amount of times I had to in order to make decent grades, and then Rick and the brothers funnel fed me the rest of the time to make my weight skyrocket. I can’t remember a time that I wasn’t full. I pretty much moved into the house and slept with Rick every night. I texted Tristan just to let him know that I wouldn’t be in the dorm at all and he was free to use my bed to make an extra large bed for himself.

The semester ended in May, and that marked the final weigh in for me and a beach day out with the brothers to kick off the beginning of summer vacation. All of the brothers were anxiously awaiting my weigh in in order to find out my true weight. I got up from the chair I had been sitting in with some struggle, my fat rolls jiggling about as I slowly waddled over to the scale. Even though the brothers had moved the scale into the living room so they could all see (and so that it was closer), I had not been doing much walking, and I was out of breath after walking a mere 50 feet. The brothers surrounded the scale and I stepped on. Three flashes of numbers and then the verdict was out – 502.5 pounds. I could not believe it. I had put on 300 pounds in the time I had been in FAT. I had not only broken the record, but rather demolished it, like I had done to many chairs with my giant fat ass. All of the brothers were jumping around and cheering and I swear I thought the house was going to collapse from the earthquake that all of these fatties were creating.

I looked out into the distance and saw Rick happily gazing at me. He knew I had grown to a mountainous size because of his encouragement. He was proud of me and I could sense our relationship becoming even stronger in this moment. The brothers all headed out the door one by one to head down to the beach for our beach day to kick off summer. I walked out in my 10XL tank top, some size 70 swim shorts that used to be Rick’s, and Rick’s hand in my hand as we headed off to celebrate together. Seeing all of the happy fatties together at the beach made me realize how blessed I was to have stumbled upon this fraternity as a chubby, lonely freshman just 9 months ago. Wow had I changed, and all for the better. Accept your body and love your fat, because it has made my life infinitely better.

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