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1. Life Going so Swell
Ben sighed contentedly
in his bed, his arm around the one he loved. Their naked bodies pressed
against one another, still warm from their recent passion. His eyes
turned from the ceiling to take in his lover’s form. Bulky yet muscular
and toned, Thomas was Ben’s picture of masculinity. They had been dating
for almost a year now, and to this day Ben wasn’t sure how he had ended
up with one of the hottest boys on campus. Ben took a grab at his
lover’s perfect ass, and Thomas let out a quiet moan as he rolled over,
giving Ben a fine view of his built pecs. As his brown eyes drifted
downward from his boyfriend’s pale blue ones, Thomas chuckled and
adjusted the white sheet. “Time to go to sleep.“ Undiscouraged, Ben
tried once more, embracing Thomas in spoon with a sly grin on his face.
“I know what you’re doing Ben, but you need some sleep to pass your
chemistry lab. Now go to bed, seriously.” Thomas turned briskly from his
boyfriend, taking most of the sheets with his. Ben sighed frowning,
“It’s just a freshman level lab credit, I went over the material a bunch
of times, I’ll be fine.” Ben said dismissively. Thomas didn’t move,
groaning under the nest of hseets he had built.. “I’ll give you a big
reward if you pass, now go to sleep.”
Ben turned towards the
other end of the bed, a bit cold now that his bony body was without a
blanket. He decided to end his booty quest and get some shut eye. Thomas
was probably right, he was the smart one after all. A year older than
Ben, Thomas would be getting his masters as he was getting his
bachelor’s, and with a track scholarship to boot! Ben sometimes felt
like he was dating wonder woman, especially since he didn’t exactly
shine as bright next to his radiant glow. Ben had no scholarship, was
finishing up a year late, and was barely cracking a 3.0. He did
extracurriculars and tried his best to do well at his classes, but his
social life had seemed to derail things. The wake-up call had come when
he was informed he wouldn’t be graduating close to on time, and when he
took a look at his student loan debt. It was around that time Ben met
Thomas in the first place, and with his help Ben was finally on a good
path. Right now, he was happy, and ready to get on with his life. There
was only one problem.
Ben was frankly terrible with science. Ever
since grade school it had been apparent. Math, History, English,
everything else was fine. But physics and biology, chemistry and every
other science related topic had mystified him. He had failed physics at
university twice, and biology once, those were the only dead anchors on
his GPA. This entry level chemistry class was his last real shot at
getting that lab credit to graduate, and while he talked a big game he
was frankly terrified of the class. This time however, he thought he was
prepared. It was only the first test, and he had really spent some time
in the library going over his notes. Ben was really hoping to get a
good start, and felt he had put himself in a good position. Despite his
confidence, as he drifted to sleep he couldn’t get rid of a gnawing
dread at the pit of his stomach.
****
Ben arrived at his
lecture hall 25 minutes early, and found his professor strolling alone
in the bright white hall, placing bottles of water on each desk. Mr.
Woods bent over to grab his bag of waters as Ben entered, giving him a
look at what he considered one of the best asses on the planet. Ben
would never think of cheating on Thomas, but if he could have one
exception Mr.Woods would be it. He was tall with dark brown hair and
blue eyes, and looked to be about 30 years old. Mr.Woods turned and gave
Ben a smile as the lecture hall door closed. “No one usually gets here
this early, worried about the test?” Ben sat down close to the back of
the hall, his professor strode towards him. Ben stammered as he replied,
his professors hotness was truly intimidating. “WEl- hm Well… can’t be
too prepared right?” Ben blushed and stared at the ground in
embarrassment. Mr.Woods only laughed and held out a water. “Well then
drink up, water keeps the mind clear.” he said with a wink. Ben smiled
and took the bottle readily, swigging down a few big gulps as Mr.Woods
went back to his task. Ben settled in and went over his notes, gaining
confidence as he quickly answered his own prepared questions.
As
the other students came in and began getting prepared Ben could hear the
popping of caps over the din of the noisy hall. Something was off, Ben
thought, he didn’t remember having to break the seal of the water
himself. He pondered on it a long moment, as generally he never ate or
drank anything with a broken seal, it weirded him out. Ben thought about
how the water could have gotten that way, and went through a half dozen
scenarios of factory failure. Ben tended to get himself anxious if he
thought about these things for too long, and decided he must have given
him his own bottle by mistake. Other than the gross spit factor, it
wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Also, Ben thought slyly, it was
probably the closest he would get to kissing his gorgeous professor.
Lost
in thought Ben snapped to as he heard the starting bell. ‘Crap’ he
thought, upset he let his mind wander. Ben hadn’t gotten through all his
notes, and while he was still confident he would pass a bit of concern
crept in. Mr.Woods worked his way up each aisle, handing out tests. he
gave Ben a smile as he handed his out, glancing around at the table for
what Ben imagined was for any possible methods of cheating. Ben just
smiled right back, knowing he wouldn’t need it, and grabbed the test
readily. The exam felt heavy in his hand, the straining staples hardly
reaching the back of the 30 sheet packet. It took all of one page for
Ben to start to sweat. Usually any teacher will tell a student to skip
any question they don’t know to save time. Ben followed this, but even
he knew if he skipped over half the questions he wasn’t going to get
anywhere in time.
Mind cloudy and his panic levels rising, Ben
scrambled to get the test done. As he marched to the front of the class
and reluctantly gave the test to Mr.Woods, he knew he had failed.
Mr.Woods tried his best, assuring him he probably did fine with what
looked like a sincere smile, but Ben already knew the result and just
wanted to go home. Mr.Woods waved to him as he left, speaking brightly,
“I’ll always be available for extra help!” Ben could only grunt
dejectedly in response. As he trudged away miserably he felt a rumble in
his pocket. His friend Jim was wondering if he wanted to grab an early
bite. Since Ben had eaten with Thomas only an hour ago he went to say
no, but he was interrupted by another rumbling, this time from his
stomach.
That was odd, Ben thought, it wasn’t like he didn’t have
breakfast. It may have just been cereal and yogurt but he normally
never got this hungry in the morning. His line of thought was
interrupted by another growl, Ben shrugged his shoulders. He was never
one to argue with his body’s natural demands. He licked his lips as his
friend suggested a burger place on campus. Ben agreed readily and
trudged out of the hall. Ben walked to his bike still feeling pretty
down, but his hunger had him ready for a nice burger. He thought he may
as well treat himself after such a traumatic experience, besides, as his
boyfriend frequently reminded him in bead, he could use a bit more meat
on him.
2. Second Breakfast
“Eyy Benny
boy, ova heah!” Ben heard a gravelly voice over the music and roar of
the crowded restaurant. He looked around trying to make his straight
friend Jim out over the crowd. He had just biked up the hill to the All
American, a 24 hour diner atop the largest hill on campus. The place
sold anything, as long as it was greasy and deep fried. The running joke
among the campus was that the administration only put it on top of the
hill to try and get the fatties some minuscule amount of exercise, but
they most just took the bus. Ben typically shied away from places like
these, but after his bike ride he was starving and just wanted to stuff
his face after such a demoralizing test.
Ben looked around for
his friend, and let out a chuckle as he saw his buddy. He was hunched
over a plate of nachos as big as his head, no wonder he had trouble
spotting him. Sliding into the vinyl booth with a plop a waitress came
to take his order before Ben had a chance to look up. Ben almost asked
his to come back later, but after another painful growl from his belly
he took one look at the massive crowd and thought better. “Jim-o what do
you recommend?” Ben crowed. The impatient waitress audibly scoffed and
rolled his eyes, “He would know, he’s here enough.” he raised a pierced
eyebrow at his friends display of gluttony. Ben had to admit it didn’t
look good. Jim was hunched over his feast, hardly stopping to breath as
he shoved food into his chubby red lips. His Red Sox jersey, while
originally white had taken on a tye-dye appearance, showing off all the
meals he had eaten in it. Yellows of mustard, reds from ketchup, and a
wash of other stains made the garment appear closer to a modern art
project than a serviceable shirt. The jersey was loose fitting, but
still didn’t do much to hide Jim’s corpulent gut.
Jim had to
finish his mouthful before continuing. “Oh yea get ya bahbs in, but if
youah asking me for my recommendation, I’m not goin’ easy on ya.” Jim
gave Ben a condiment stained smile, to which he gave a sheepish grin.
Ben sometimes had trouble making out what his friend said over a
combination of food in his mouth and his thick Boston accent. He was
unsure why his friend had decided to go to college way out in Colorado,
but had grown to appreciate his company over the years. Jim publicly and
loudly voiced his hatred the Broncos and the state and it’s people, but
the two of them had been good friends since freshman year. “Do your
worst!”, Ben said confidently, “I’m starving, didn’t have breakfast.”
Ben said the last part with a twinge of guilt, he tended to lie when he
didn’t need to. In this case though he was just preparing to protect his
bruised ego. Jim whispered something to the waitress, and while Ben
didn’t know what was said, the shocked look on the girl’s face let him
know he should loosen his belt.
After the waitress left Jim took a
break from his feast to clear his mouth. “So ahh, how did test numero
uno go my man?” Jim looked up with an apprehensive look. Ben immediately
knew why. The two had been dorm roommates freshman year before Ben
moved in with Thomas, and Jim had been there to witness the aftermath of
more than a few failed exams. Ben looked down sheepishly before
uttering a single sentence. “I should have had breakfast.” Jim shook his
head and let out a long whistle, his long greasy blonde locks shaking
under his backwards Patriots cap. “Damn dude that bad? I quizzed you
hard and everything…” The two sat in silence for awhile before Ben
responded. “I just… froze, you know? Like a deer in the freakin
headlights.” Jim snorted knowingly, “Just like ol’ bug eyed Reche
Caldwell in 06’ man, I totally feel you.”
Ben gave his friend a
hard stare. While he knew Jim meant well, Ben was not into sports at
all, let alone New England sports. That analogy was just Jim’s way of
trying to help him feel better but Ben knew not who Reche Caldwell was,
nor what happened in “'06” for it to earn the comparison. Ben changed
the subject irritably. The two chatted about this and the that, though
being so early in the semester not a whole lot had gone on. They
continued their talk until Jim abruptly broke out in his obnoxious
Bostonian laugh. Ben turned to take in the largest entre on the menu.
“Good
luck buddy!” Jim said through a smile and a mouthful of nacho, leaving
Ben’s jaw on the floor in the process. In front of him was the largest
burger he had ever seen, like it had been enlarged in photoshop. “Two
3-quartah poundahs stacked with 4 slices of all american’s signature
cheese” Jim proudly announced. “Topped with a fried egg. It is breakfast
after all.” And that wasn’t all, Ben noticed. Home fries and a hearty
portion of baked beans accompanied his sandwich, with his friend
constantly sniggering at Ben’s predicament.
See normally Ben
could have eaten what he wanted and left, but the All-American had a
tradition. If someone didn’t finish their meal a bell would be wrung,
whipping the crowd into a frenzy of boos. It also counted as a strike,
and if you got too many on your student card the chef would start making
baby sized portions for you, adding to the humiliation.
“Well
it’s a good thing I’m hungry…” Ben said in a daze, his impish friend
egging him on. He went to grab his drink when he realized he didn’t have
one. “Oh here man, I didn’t even start this.” Jim said as he moved his
glass of cola toward him. Ben hesitated, still put off by accepting an
open beverage. His hunger and impatience won out though, as he took a
quick gulp before starting his culinary journey.
3. A Change in the Natural Order
Ben
felt increasingly ravenous as he cut the monstrous burger in half, his
belly growing more loudly impatient. The knife wasn’t even long enough
to cut through the whole thing, but after a minute he had a meal he
could work with. Ben could still hear Jim giggling as he watched his
skinny friend try and eat the ridiculously oversized sandwich. After the
first bite though, Ben scarcely heard anything. The flavor was unlike
any he had tasted before, occupying every inch of his consciousness.
Ben
had never disliked his food, but this was on a different level to any
other flavor experience he had ever had. His mind was awash in pleasure,
and he even felt as if he blacked out during parts of his meal. All he
was aware of was the constant shoveling of food into his maw, the
pleasure of the taste overriding anything else. Bite after bite of
greasy burger found itself down Ben’s throat, fully unaware of any
discomfort feeling from below. Ben was only broken out of his haze when
his fork made a clanking sound of the bottom of his bowl of baked beans.
He looked dumbly at his empty plate before unleashing a massive belch.
Almost in shock Ben looked up to see his equally surprised friend
staring slack jawed at him.
Jim gave a few slow claps before
addressing his friends display of gluttony with an incredulous look.
“Damn dude I thought you were gonna get the All American non-finisher
special. I’ve never seen you eat anywhere close to that!” Ben tried to
respond but another belch filled the room instead. The weight of his
feast suddenly made itself felt, forcing Ben to arch his back and loosen
his belt. He rubbed his taut belly and moaned. “Oof, I think I took it a
bit far.. but I didn’t want the baby portion!” That was only half true,
Ben had definitely not wanted to get booed by the crowd, but that
wasn’t the reason he ate the whole thing. He was barely aware while he
was eating, like he was under some sort of spell. Only now was he fully
aware of his accomplishment, and his normally small stomach made him
really feel it.
An eater of mainly moderate meals Ben had to
squirm in discomfort as he felt the pounds of dense meat stretch his
stomach past any level of comfort. Sensing his friend’s predicament Jim
volunteered to pay. “I honestly can’t believe a skinny bag a bones ate
that whole thing, I’ll cover it to mark the momentous occasion.” He said
with a bemused look on his face. After they were taken care of Ben gave
his thanks and hoisted himself upward, trying to not disturb his
overfull stomach. The two left the diner and made their way to their
forms of transportation. For Ben it was a red street bike, Thomas’s
apartment was only a few miles away. Jim, despite living on campus
preferred to drive his tortured Honda civic. Jim shouted jovially as he
started to leave, “If you keep eating like that we can put some actual
meat on those bones buddy boy!” Ben had a chuckle and swung his leg onto
his bike, mentally preparing to heft his overstuffed belly. They waved
as they left, with Jim blaring loud rap music on his way out.
Ben
hoped he wouldn’t get too queasy as he rode, but to his surprise his
stomach felt much better as he started to make his way off campus. He
figured the exercise must have loosened up the food baby he was
currently stuck with. Ben made it back to Thomas’s apartment in a half
hour with no incident, however once he locked up his bike an unexpected
development occurred. His stomach growled again. ‘That couldn’t be
right…’ Ben thought in confusion, giving his midriff a poke. The way he
ate just a half hour before made him think he would never be hungry
again, was this just the food gurgling around getting digested? Ben
pondered before he reached the white paneled door of his boyfriend’s
apartment. Before he could touch the shiny brass knob the door swung
open, Thomas holding a huge pot of what looked like lobster mac ‘n
cheese.
“Hope somebody’s hungry!” Thomas said with a huge grin.
“I just found this recipe online, looks great right?” Ben nodded dumbly,
the delicious smell of the food suddenly stealing his full attention,
he felt himself start to drool. No matter how good it looked Ben thought
there was no way he could eat any of it, after such a feast Ben figured
there was no possible room left for another heavy meal. The universe
had other plans. “This looks great babe but I just had some late
breakfast with Jim, I’m not sure if I could force any down-” Ben was
interrupted by a growl, and what felt like real, legitimate hunger. 'How
was that possible?’ Ben thought in deep confusion. 'What was going on?’
Thomas however only heard Ben’s belly, not his thoughts. “Well your
stomach disagrees with you! I’ll fix you a nice small portion.”
As
Thomas left the doorway Ben stumbled to the couch, mind swirling. He
pressed his flat stomach and felt it was nearly empty, in fact he was
actually pretty hungry again! Ben had no idea what was going on. 'Was
something wrong? Was his body changing?’ Ben thought, panicked. He knew
he tended to be paranoid, maybe that was just it. But before he could
think any further Thomas appeared with a tall glass of beer and a salad
bowl full of mac 'n cheese. Ben gave his a quizzical look. Thomas rested
his left hand on the back of his neck and grinned. “You don’t have to
eat it all, it was the only bowl we had left. Now cmon, eat up, I worked
really hard on this!” Ben only nodded, and scooped up a big bite. He
placed the spoon in his mouth, and instantly forgot all about his
previous feast. All Ben felt was hunger, and pleasure. He scooped bite
after bite into his eagerly awaiting maw…
4. Running more and more slowly from fate
Ben
stood in front of the wide bathroom mirror, slowly lifting his shirt
with dread as his heartbeat quickened. Something he never previously
possessed had found it’s way under his shirt, something soft and
squishy. Eyeing his stomach in disbelief Ben pushed his index finger
into the softness around his stomach. To his horror the finger sank into
his middle’s recently developed softness, causing a slight depression
to occur in his skin. Taking his finger away his fat pushed the poked
area back out to it’s natural state of roundness and wobbled just
slightly. Ben shuddered, feeling his newly acquired belly shift and
jiggle just slightly with the movement. Ben placed his palm on his
stomach and pressed tenderly, like he would a water balloon, though to
his disbelief this balloon was attached. While no one would call his
recent development a pot belly, it definitely rounded outward more than
it ever had. For someone like Ben who had never even been close to
chubby his recent gain was shocking. Ben shook his head and thought to
himself bitterly, “Guess it wasn’t a tapeworm after all…”
It had
been one month since Ben had devoured his monolithic breakfast at The
All-American, and ever since then he had been dogged by a never ending
hunger. It wasn’t a typical missed breakfast hunger either, it truly
felt at times that if he didn’t eat something then and there Ben would
faint from lack of calories. The hunger distracted him constantly and
would put him into a foul mood if he didn’t take care of it, but that
wasn’t the biggest problem. Eating only relieved him of the hunger for
an all too brief period of time. Even after a huge meal Ben would feel
the pangs return only after an hour or so, at full intensity.
Ben
had seen a few different doctors about the issue, all of whom had
basically laughed him out of their office. The doctors felt the issue
was that he just wasn’t done growing yet. At 5'8 Ben theoretically get
taller, but most of his family was already around his height. Ben was
more worried more about growing in a different direction, a trait the
rest of his clan did not possess. He had tried ignoring the mysterious
void in his stomach for as long as he could, but he found it simply
impossible to get anything done. Homework, studying, sports, even
watching TV became excruciating when he was constantly wracked with
hunger pains. Ben didn’t want to let himself get unhealthy, but his
grades were quickly slipping and something needed to be done.
After
the first week of the affliction Ben had given up, and made the
assumption that he had a tapeworm eating all his meals. He ate with
abandon, plowing through anything he could get his hands on to try and
quell his voracious appetite. Burgers, lasagna, eggs, basically anything
that was filling would quickly find it’s way into Ben’s bottomless pit.
At first he figured the tapeworm was a sure bet, all the meals
seemingly bounced off his bony figure. To Ben’s horror that had all come
crashing down a little over a week ago. Suddenly his once roomy jeans
had made themselves snug, and now he could no longer ignore the softness
creeping over his once hard frame. He had scheduled with a doctor to
get an xray to check for a tapeworm in another month, but as Ben patted
his softer middle he figured that was just a waste now. It seemed he was
just hungrier than he ever had been before, and he didn’t know how to
stop it.
“What the hell is going on?” Ben grumbled as he lifted
his constraining shirt over his head. Ben had avoided the mirror and
scale the last week or so, knowing he would not like the result. Looking
over himself, Ben let out a depressed sigh. At the start of the year
Thomas would poke all of Ben’s visible bones in bed, and would even
playfully chide him on being such a skeleton. That wasn’t the body in
the mirror anymore. Ben couldn’t see anymore bones, all he could see was
pale skin and flesh. All of him seemed just a bit softer than it did
before, and while it wasn’t a huge amount it made a massive difference
for someone so thin. Ben turned in profile to examine himself. He
definitely looked a bit wider than usual, especially around the middle,
though so far no one had noticed.
Ben had dutifully sucked in in
public, and other than a few 'aren’t you hungry today?’ comments he had
managed to get this far without letting anyone see his slide.
A
sudden knock on the door prompted Ben to grab for a towel. “Ben?” He
heard Thomas coo from the bedroom. “I know you’ve been studying a lot
but a man has needs, now come to bed!” The blood drained from Ben’s
face, his jaw slack. “Shit” He thought, he figured he could get at least
one more day before revealing his small gain to Thomas. Ben had avoided
Thomas for the last week or so, unsure how Thomas would react to the
bit of chub that had taken residence on him. His stomach growled
menacingly. 'Dammit’ he thought, 'I guess I’ll try and get out of here
quick-“
As Ben tried to think of a way out of the apartment, the
door suddenly flew open, his athletic boyfriend bursting through the
door jam with ease. Ben tried to spin and cover up, but he only managed
to draw attention to his middle by leaving his hands hanging onto his
newly convex belly. “Shouldn’t have tried keeping away from-” Thomas’s
smile quickly turned to confusion as he looked over his boyfriend.
Without a word Thomas reached out and pinched the small amount of flesh
that had gathered on Ben’s side. Ben blushed profusely, his entire body
growing red, mortified his love was seeing him in such a compromising
position.
“Heh” Thomas chuckled. “I’ve never seen anyone gain the
senior 15, but I suppose your metabolism had to slow down eventually…”
Thomas gave Ben’s belly another poke as he looked away in embarrassment,
unable to speak. Sensing his dread Thomas smiled and grabbed the sides
of Ben’s shorts, pulling down the elastic band and the boxers beneath.
he grabbed his flaccid penis firmly and dragged Ben to the bed, where
they fucked enthusiastically. Both of them were quickly out of breath
and sweaty, Ben more so than Thomas, and after they had finished they
lay in spoon. Thomas had insisted on being the bigger spoon, and let Ben
know exactly what was on his mind. He groped Ben’s newly formed
roundness with a sick fascination. Ben had assumed his gain would have
completely turned his boyfriend off, but maybe this recent passion
proved otherwise.
“I have to admit…” Thomas began, exhausted. “I
like that you’re not a complete bag of bones anymore.” Thomas said with a
grin. “You’re much more comfortable in bed this way.” Ben grunted,
distracted by surprisingly nice feeling of hands kneading his middle.
“So you really don’t mind? I don’t know what’s been going on with me
lately. I just can’t stop eating…” Ben said dejectedly. Thomas scoffed.
“Mary, this little gain of your just brought you inline with normal
people, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’ve been really stressed
lately!” Ben sighed briefly, before Thomas continued. “Just make sure it
doesn’t go much further, kay? A little softness is fun, but a real
pot-” Thomas shriveled his nose in disgust. “That’s gross.”
Ben
looked forward, incredibly anxious. “OK hun, no problem.” He said in
monotone. He could do this, he thought, he could beat this mysterious
hunger. All he needed was some motivation, and he could do anything.
Right? Ben stomach reminded him how empty it was, growling and sending
shooting pains through his lower body. Clutching in pain Ben’s mental
pep-talk was cut off, replaced by a parade of all the delicious things
he could be eating. He pictured fried chicken, flapjacks piled high,
burgers, sushi, pizza. His stomach continued it’s tortured rumble, and
Ben became increasingly worried.
After leaving the apartment in
embarrassment Ben reached campus early for his lab class. He hoped to
get in a few more minutes to study and to grab a quick bite beforehand.
He hadn’t had lunch yet, and decided that today was the day. Today he
would be able to ignore his mysterious affliction and eat normal
portions of healthy food. Ben realized while Thomas had seemed accepting
of this newfound softness, he knew Thomas was probably only trying to
make him feel better. Thomas’ tone when he told him his gain shouldn’t
go much further was clearly one of warning, and Ben grew anxious knowing
what would happen if he didn’t stem the tide. If he got any fatter, the
thought made him shudder, there was a real chance he could lose Thomas.
He couldn’t let that happen. He didn’t care how much his belly
demanded, he would just need to deal with it. To get things started off
well Ben bought a simple Caesar Salad and yogurt, once he reached
campus, and sat down in the sprawling mess hall lounge with his notes.
Finding
a corner booth and after sinking into it’s deep cushions Ben
practically inhaled the healthy food, his hunger barely allowing him to
breath between bites. Before he knew it his spoon was scraping bottom,
and a distinct lack of fulfillment lingered. He tried to sit and focus,
but Ben soon realized that wouldn’t be happening. Only a few minutes
after eating the meal his stomach informed him that he was starving yet
again. He tried to ignore it, pushing in on his belly to try and ease
the pain, but no matter what he tried he couldn’t focus on his work.
Every action, every thought seemed strained when he felt like he was
about to succumb to starvation. Ben slammed his pencil down and rubbed
his temples. Frustration was setting in, Ben had gotten nowhere with his
notes, and his anguish was probably attracting attention. Suddenly a
heavenly aroma filled Ben’s nose. A couple walked past with an
outrageous portion of fried chicken and mashed potatoes, the wafting
smell instantly commanded Ben’s attention, making him forget there was
even a textbook in front of him. Ben started sliding towards the
cafeteria, but caught himself before he tried to stand. 'Stop’ Ben told
himself, snapping his attention back to his text book. 'You don’t need
it, you just ate.’
Ben looked at a sample problem in his
chemistry book. “If 1 mole of carbon and one of helium were combined,
how much chicken could the output sustain-” Ben shook his head,
incredulous that food had so quickly taken over his thoughts. He gritted
his teeth and tried looking at the problem again, beads of sweat
forming on his brow. “If one burger and one slice of cake are eaten, how
good will they taste?” Ben slammed the book and clutched his stomach,
hunger pains suddenly wracking through his body. “This is nuts!!” he
thought in a panic, “it’s like I didn’t eat anything at all!” Ben
cradled his middle enduring the pangs, after they eased he mentally had
had enough. Ben reluctantly decided to get something else to eat, and
hoped that some hearty protein would last him a bit longer. He loaded up
a plate with chicken tenders and some mashed potatoes from the buffet.
The smell better than he ever remembered the food at the cafeteria
smelling, Ben could hardly wait to pay for it before digging in. As he
shuffled towards the checkout, the woman in charge of the dining hall
came out with what looked like a bag of desserts.
Ben was frozen
in place as the corpulent manager with freckles and buzz cut red hair
strode towards him. Ben recognized his old boss, when he used to work
the cafeteria freshman and sophomore year. The manager approached him
slowly with a wide toothy grin. “Hey Ben! Want some day-olds! We got
doughnuts, bagels, croissants… We’re just going to throw them away…” Ben
swallowed anxiously. He could feel himself start to drool. “I really
shouldn’t-” He tried to say, but his stomach cut him off, growling
loudly. The ginger manager smiled wider. “Nonsense!” he chortled. “I can
hear you’re hungry from a mile away! Take the whole bag! Your meal is
on me.” Ben’s jaw remained slack as the large man waddled towards the
counter. Try as he might he could not loosen his grip on the bag of
treats. Ben took his bounty towards the booths in the back, hardly aware
of what he was doing.
Ben plopped down onto the cushion with a
thud, greedily tearing open the dark plastic bag without a thought.
Inside the bag were more pastries than the fat man had let on. It wasn’t
just the standard fare; crullers, cream puffs, and his favorite, cheese
danishes were all accounted for along with the bagels and doughnuts,
and Ben salivated wildly. He grasped a danish and held it to his lips,
nearly taking a bite before his mind fought back. “Stop!” He pleaded
with himself. “You’re going to get fat in no time if you eat like this.
Thomas’s going to dump you you idiot! He’s the only reason you got this
close to graduating!” The last part of his mental plea struck a chord,
and allowed Ben to momentarily lower the treat. He put it back into the
bag, sighing with relief. “Ok,” he thought, “I did it, I can totally
keep this going.” Ben closed the black bag and nearly had it on the
ground, but his stomach had other plans.
Ben began seeing spots
and felt incredibly light headed as the hunger struck once again, this
time more intense than ever. The pain coursed through his whole body,
causing him to assume the fetal position in agony. Without another
second Ben’s hand shot into the dark bag and shoved the danish into his
mouth, the flavor and texture quickly replacing his agony with pure
pleasure. Unable to think or reason Ben mowed through the pastries,
hardly stopping to drink, and only ending with the consumption of
everything on the table. Ben couldn’t really keep track in his ravenous
state, but he knew he ate at least 2 bagels, 2 doughnuts, a chocolate
stick, 4 danishes 2 cheese 2 raspberry, along with his fried chicken and
mashed potatoes. Once the last bite of potato was forced into his
stuffed form, Ben’s head cleared from the frenzy and he leaned back
gingerly. 'Oof’ was all he could manage, belches surfacing one after
another. He rubbed his belly in contentment, horrified at what he had
just done. 'How many freaking calories was in that…“ Ben thought with
dread, 'it was easily over 2000, maybe even double that.. I need to get
to a gym to try and burn some of this off…” But before Ben got too down
he realized something wonderful, he was actually full. 'Finally’, he
thought, sighing deeply, 'I can think again, I can finally go over-’.
A
harsh digital beeping sound interrupted Ben’s stupor. “Shit! I’m 5
minutes late!” he grunted in a panic, jumping to his feet to get ready
to run to chemistry. Or rather he tried to get to his feet. Ben was
momentarily halted by the large mass of food h had eaten, it’s weight
throwing off his balance and sending him back onto the soft cushions.
Ben let out a massive belch and straightened himself out, farting loudly
before adjusting his pants. Ben noted that his jeans were really
digging into him, but addressing that would need to wait. He braced
himself and started jogging laboriously toward lab, feeling the fatty
food slosh inside of him, making each step that much more uncomfortable.
5. Study Session
Ben
thrush himself though the double door of his chemistry class, heaving
and sweaty from carrying around his huge meal across campus and up three
flights of stairs. He could see leering eyes dart to him from all
corners of the room, but all he really noticed was the intense stare of
his professor, eyeing him the whole way to his seat. Ben gulped
nervously, he expected a hard glare but Mr.Woods just seemed to stare
him all over. The professor cleared his throat and began again, going
over the periodic table and other related topics.
Ben tried his
best to follow along, but his recent glut caused him to become quite
bloated and uncomfortable. Belch after belch surfaced from him,
distracting him and annoying the students nearby. Ben tried to rub his
belly to relieve some of the pressure his feast had caused, but still
found trouble staying on task. Before long class neared it’s end, Ben
mainly thankful he wasn’t hungry yet. Mr. Woods handed out the results
from last week’s quiz, stopping by Ben’s seat in the back to share a
word.
“You could still use some work on the periodic table Ben,
some of these questions are really basic…” Mr.Woods said with a
concerned tone.
Ben’s eyes popped out of his skull when he saw
his result, a 65%, and that was one of his better scores of the month.
He sighed deeply, rubbing his temples. Mr. Woods continued, sounding
rather bored.
“You know the drill right?”
Ben sighed, somehow more intensely than before.
“Yea I know, I can make this a 70 if I stay after… I just…”
Mr.Woods
only response was a raised eyebrow. Ben awkwardly continued. “I just
wanted to hit the gym, it’s been awhile you know? I spend most of my
days here with you in extra credit.”
Ben tried looking for some sympathy, but found only a smirk. Mr.Woods chuckled.
“You
can always go another time, besides, it’s not like you need it.”
Mr.Woods gave Ben a hard stare, but his smile never wavered.
Reluctantly, Ben realized he needed the test score more than anything,
and agreed.
“Good.” Mr.Woods said matter-of-factly. “The pizza’s are on the way here’s your water.”
Ben
grabbed the bottle and took a large swig, then followed Mr.Woods toward
the bottom of the lecture hall. Most students had left already which
was normal, but typically at least a few did as poorly as Ben and stuck
around for the free pizza Mr.Woods provided. Today seemed like no one
needed the extra credit. Ben spoke up sheepishly. “I, uh, don’t think we
need the pizzas today professor…” Ben waived waived around the room.
“looks like it’s just us today.”
Mr.Woods scoffed, he turned and
took out his phone and putting an order through. Putting the rectangle
away, the projector light up and put up a diagram of different chemical
structures. “Nonsense, more for us then!” the professor put flatly. “Now
let’s go over the quiz from the top…” Ben nervously gulped. He would
only have a slice, he told himself, though after the incident from
earlier he didn’t really believe it. The next half hour sped past, Ben
getting quizzed on element names and interactions. For once, he noted
happily, his hunger wasn’t distracting him. Maybe that big meal would
last him awhile this time. Ben smiled briefly, breathing a sigh of
relief when a knock was heard on the lecture hall door.
Mr. Woods
smiled a toothy grin, striding towards the door with unnatural grace.
His slim form plucked the two pizza’s from the delivery guy, and the
door slammed shut as his muscular arms plopped the cheesy boxes of dough
in front of Ben. “Help yourself!” Mr.Woods said with a smile, handing
him a paper plate.He began to sweat, his heart beating wildly. He tried
talking himself through it one more time as he started to smell the
heavenly meat lovers pizza’s. “You do NOT need this food.” Ben shouted
internally, trying to convince his stomach not to do what it had become
accustomed to. “You have had way too many calories today, you need to
focus on your studies!” Ben stared at his attractive teacher and the
whiteboard, desperately trying to absorb information about chemistry,
but it wasn’t happening.
It was as if a fog had filled the room,
and Ben couldn’t see further than 5 feet in front of him. The whiteboard
and his professor faded away, enveloped by the haze. The haze smelled
wonderful, Ben thought, lost in his own head. He could pick out each
topping without even opening the box; sausage, sliced ham, burger, and
bacon were surely awaiting him. But there was something else… something
sweet he couldn’t put his nose on. It couldn’t be his favorite pizza
could it? Ben had never told Mr.Woods what his favorite was, but he
distinctly could smell an aroma of fruit coming from the boxes. Ben
looked forward once more, Mr.Woods voice seemingly so far away, his mind
began to drift. Maybe he could just open the second box to see if it
was really there? Ben reached out his hand and snatched it back. He
didn’t even want to look at the pizza for fear for what he might do. But
soon temptation beckoned him. He felt there was no harm in just taking a
little peek.
Ben slid out the second box and took a cautious
look inside. There it was, a stuffed crust Hawaiian pizza with garlic
butter glaze. Immediately his stomach felt like a never ending void, an
audible rumbling filled the room. Ben’s hand shook as he struggled to
not pick up a slice. Another roar echoed around the hall as Ben began
breathing raggedly. Mr.Woods strode over and without a word plopped a
thick slice down on his plate. he addressed him with a stern frown. “I
can hear your stomach from over here young man, now eat this slice so we
can finish up.” Ben replied weakly. “Really, erm, I’m not that hungry.”
Mr.Woods offered him a sarcastic smirk as he swayed his perfect behind
back towards his desk. “Ok, fine.” Mr.Woods said flatly. “Just take one
bite, I don’t want this pizza getting cold without anyone trying it.
"Ben nodded and proceeded to allow himself one bite, but that one bite
was all it took.
If this was his already his favorite type of
pizza before, the flavors now approached orgasmic levels. Ben shuddered
with pleasure as he tasted the cheesy treat, the sweetness of the
pineapple melding perfectly with the saltiness of the ham and the warmth
of the gooey cheese. The garlic glaze was the cherry on top, and before
he even noticed the rest of the slice was gone, and Mr.Woods was
telling him class was over. The professor left without another word,
leaving Ben by himself with the rest of the two pizza’s. He tried to
leave the hall alone, but it seemed he was a slave to the flavors.
Reluctantly Ben grabbed both pies and shuffled out of the building,
trying to find his bike in the darkness that had spread over the campus
during his lecture.
Eventually Ben found his bike, and next to it a
trashcan, and for a second he found his willpower. "Enough!” Ben
shouted to no one, and tried lifting the lid of the can to dispose of
his fattening packages. As he moved the large boxes to the trash the lid
popped open, revealing the meat lovers pie. Ben’s nose filled with
delight his stomach growled intensely. He tried desperately to throw
away the food, but he didn’t even seem to be in control anymore. He
hurriedly shut the trashcan and sat on a nearby park bench. His
willpower deserting him, Ben began stuffing the still heavenly warm and
tasty slices into his mouth.
Ben didn’t even stop to clean
himself up, he was too busy getting as much of the pizza inside of him
at one time to care about anything else. Grease flowed out of the
corners of his mouth, seeping into his shirt and getting all over his
face while he moaned in pleasure. One slice meat lovers, one Hawaiian
was the order, each slice being inhaled like it was nothing. Ben didn’t
even feel his stomach begin to fill and stretch outward, all his senses
cared about was the sensation of eating more and more. Only after the
last slice found it’s way down his throat did Ben understand the weight
of his gluttony. After trying to wipe his face Ben looked around
disgusted, wishing he had some paper towels. He brushed off what he
could of the remains of his meal, and stopped when his hands brushed
against his middle.
Ben at first didn’t recognize his protruding
belly as his own, rater thinking a bowling ball had been placed under
his shirt. He couldn’t get over how much he stuck out, more than any
point in his life. He knew it was just food right now, but he grew pale
in knowing that his belly could soon look like that permanently if he
didn’t get back control. Ben attempted to stand, but needed to steady
himself, the weight of the pizza combined with his in terminal belches
made him quite awkward.
Biking was out of the question, so Ben
called Jim to try and crash at his on-campus apartment. Jim laughed when
he heard why his friend would need to spend the night, but Ben was more
worried than ever.
Something had clearly changed about him when
his hunger went crazy, but what could have happened? Ben’s mind was
racing, this couldn’t be 'his body catching up’ as the doctor so curtly
put it. Something, or someone had inflicted this on him, and Ben needed
to figure out why. He walked awkwardly towards his friends house,
careful not to upset his tender gut and in incredible discomfort. Ben
wondered with dread if he was ever going to get to the bottom of this or
if he would just fatter and fatter until it was too late.
6. Gluttony Catches Up to Ben
Ben
was wrested from his deep sleep by a smack to his squishy rear. Before
raising his head Ben could feel the ripples vibrate through his body,
his newly widened butt shook back and forth. With an audible grunt Ben
flopped over onto his back and sat up, or rather attempted it. His belly
shifted on top of him causing him to wince with discomfort, the remains
of his previous late night binge still sloshed around. Halfway through
the motion gravity took effect, the weight of his squishy belly
requiring Ben to prop himself up with his pudgy arm. Ben blushed as he
could see where the source of the smack had come from, and it’s gaze was
directly on him. Ben looked at the floor.
“It’s time, c'mon let’s
go.” Thomas said sternly, his lean yet muscular arms crossed over his
built chest. Ben finally looked up to meet his eyes, then back down at
his own bulbous paunch in despair. Round and firmly touching his thighs,
Ben had earned a true pot belly over the last months. Grunting once
more Ben shifted his chubby thighs to the edge of the bed, using more
effort than he ever normally would to hoist his well fed form to a
standing position. Ben sighed.
“Let’s get this over with…”
Thomas
didn’t meet Ben’s sad look, only focusing on his gut, its pale white
expanse now starting to hang over his too small boxers. Ben arced his
back and stretched his arms upwards, a loud fart breaking the silence of
the room and vibrating his blubber inflated rear. Thomas lead the way
to the white tiled bathroom with a shriveled nose, beckoning to a glass
digital scale in front of the mirror with an empty look.
Ben
stared at the linoleum white floor in dread as he shuffled towards the
scale, taking a quick look at himself in the mirror. He frowned as he
hated what he was seeing these days. The image of his bony self was
almost hard to conjure. Every place he had lacked flesh before was more
than padded with it now. His belly had gained a majority of the weight,
it’s roundness now sticking out significantly and jiggling violently
with every step and motion. Small love handles had sprouted on either
side. Ben turned a bit, making Thomas wait as he disgustedly looked over
his body. His thighs had swelled out and even touched slightly, every
movement making them wobble like jello. Ben was still in disbelief it
had gone this far.
Ben had felt almost like an observer to his
new behavior over the last few months, witnessing untold amounts of
calories seemingly being vacuumed into his endless void of a stomach.
Ben fought hard everyday to try and stave off his gain, desperate to
save his relationship. But every day the same thing happened. It could
be at breakfast, lunch, dinner, or anywhere in between. Eventually Ben
would see or smell something delicious, he would be tortured by wracking
hunger pain, and without fail would gorge himself for the rest of the
day completely powerless. Watching his formerly thing and fit body swell
up in front of his eyes was humiliating, yet Ben had come no closer to
figuring out what had happened to him.
He had a couple theories,
perhaps a spurned lab partner or ex boyfriend was taking revenge, a
disease, or a genetic disorder, but so far nothing had stuck. Ben
couldn’t think of any way a college aged person could throw his body
this far out of wack, the doctors already had assured him there was no
such disease, and even after hours of research Ben hadn’t found one
genetic disorder that both caused massive hunger and began in a persons
early 20’s. None of Ben’s theories were sticking, but the pounds
certainly were.
His arms and even face too had started to soften,
but the thing Ben had hated the most was how much his new breasts had
grown. Ben hadn’t ever gone to the gym and because of that had no real
muscle definition, and almost on queue his pecs had morphed into
substantial peaked blobs about 20 pounds ago. Walking now sent ripples
through the soft fat, their constant jiggles unnerving Ben. This gain
was starting to making him even more self conscious than usual. He was
starting to really look like a different person, Ben suddenly realized
while poking his newly formed double chin. His profile was totally
different, and was one of someone clearly overweight. Right now his
bulges were tight, but Ben imagined at his current rate of consumption
his skin would stretch soon and end up making him seem like a ball of
dough.
That thought made Ben feel dread more than any other. The
fact that he had gone so far meant he was on the brink of seriously
messing up his figure. He knew that once you stretched your skin too far
out your body would never really be quite the same. If he went much
further he could kiss any chance at 6 pack abs good bye, and it would be
a sign that things were truly getting out of hand. 'Why was this
happening to him?’ Ben thought miserably. He had always ate moderately
throughout his life, but now he seemed to have acquired a sumo wrestlers
appetite overnight. He was going to look like a sumo wrestler before
long if he didn’t turn things around. Ben was starting to think such a
return would be unlikely.
Thomas cleared his throat and beckoned
towards the scale with an annoyed gaze. “Enough stalling chubs, let’s
get those boxers off and let’s see your numbers.” Ben said nothing as he
awkwardly stepped out of his shorts, he knew what the outcome would be.
Ben felt terrible, despite his best efforts he had totally let the both
of them down. He had only gotten fatter and fatter over the last
months, and Ben was pretty sure Thomas knew it as well. Nearly all of
Ben’s clothes were far too tight, and his stamina had only gotten lower
and lower. Thomas had set a weight loss goal for Ben, and he had even
gone out on an occasional run with Thomas, but he knew he had probably
gained another 20 pounds this month, and didn’t seem to be slowing down.
Ben
stepped on the scale and took a deep breath, taking a look down after a
few seconds. Like many surprises his new poundage brought, one
unpleasant one was that he was going to have to peer over bulging gut to
see the number. Sucking in seemed to have little effect these days.
Sensing this Thomas lowered hisself and took a look at the scale. Ben
sighed tried to say something, but was stopped mid thought by the
unmistakable sensation of wet lips enveloping his penis. Ben’s hands
found themselves rubbing his paunch as he groaned and rocked back and
forth on the scale. Ben didn’t manage long, as Thomas took pride in his
sexual prowess. Ben moaned in pleasure, thinking this may mean good
things.
“I hope you enjoyed that.” Thomas said, wiping his mouth.
“Because it’s the last one you’re going to get. I love you babe, but I
can’t be attracted to you like… this. Take your stuff and head out. I’m
sure Jimmy will love having you around more.” Ben stared down, crushed,
only able to take in the expanse of his pale flesh.
7. New Roommate, New Threads
'Wow-
I almost didn’t recognize ya man!’ Jim called as he drove up next to
Ben on the side of the road. If Ben was the one in the car he probably
would have thought he was a pretty funny sight. A miserable looking
borderline obese dude with far too tight clothes desperately trying to
keep his shirt pulled over the curve of his pale gut, a small pile of
athletic and living gear splayed out next to him.
Jim hopped out
of his sedan and shuffled towards the dejected looking young man. 'Hey
I’m sorry dude I didn’t want to make you feel bad, it’s just- there’s so
much, more-’ Jim went red and looked away. Ben grunted and started
shoving his belongings into his roommate’s back seat. 'I get it man.’
Ben said flatly. He turned to Jim and did his best to smile. 'Thanks for
picking my fat ass up!’ Jim winced as he tried to comfort his longtime
friend. 'You’re not like, fat, fat dude… But you caught up to me pretty
quick…“ Ben flashed him a glare as he continued his task. Every movement
caused his skin tight shirt to ride up further and further, his
jiggling orb of gluttony on full display to the students nearby. Flushed
red and covered with sweat Ben flopped into his friends Civic with the
last of his energy, panting while crossing his hands across his heaving
stomach. Jim turned the ignition but paused before shifting into drive.
He leered over carefully.
"So… how much has it turned into…”
Ben
looked to his buddy, a look of concern earnest across his face. He
figured he would give it to him straight. He looked down at the roll of
fat protruding out from his shirt. He pinched it and jiggled it, the
feeling of looseness still so surreal.
“55 pounds.” Ben put
flatly. “I’m up to 190.” Jim just whistled. “The semester started like 4
months ago man, that’s close to 15 pounds a month!” Ben frowned. Hem
mumbled weakly “I know…” Jim scoffed, incredulous. “Ya gonna blow up
into a freaking balloon at this rate man!” Ben folded his arms across
his soft chest and glared forward. 'I know.’ Jim continued on unabated.
'Like, you of all people, you were such a twig!“
Ben lost his patience.
"I
know alright! I’ve eaten more over the last few months than some entire
years!” Ben flung up his hands in dismay. “I’ve been cursed or
something, I have no idea! I just can’t seem to ever, EVER get full. I
just feel starving all the time! It’s crazy!” Silence followed as Ben
crossed his arms once more, still getting used to resting his hands on
his newfound roundness. At that moment the both of them heard the
thunder like grumblings of Ben’s belly. At this point Ben tried his best
to ignore it for as long as he could, knowing he would eventually be
overpowered and binge again later anyway. This only made him more upset,
Ben lamented. “It’s ruined everything! My grades, my fitness, and
Thomas… And the worst part is that people think I just can’t control
myself..”
The both of them got quiet as they drove back to the
dorms. Ben’s grumbling belly was the only thing to break the silence,
the growling slowly growing louder. Jim took a different route it seemed
to Ben, and before long the strained Honda pulled up into what looked
like a shopping center. Ben looked to Jim quizzically.
Jim sighed
and gave Ben’s protruding paunch a jab. “I know you’re feelin down, but
we can’t have you walking around all exposed everywhere. We got to get
you some clothes!” Ben’s face turned crimson as he scratched his head
nervously. “Well the thing about that is… Thomas bought me all my
clothes, I only have money in campus dollars.” Ben looked ashamed. Jim
clasped his friend’s shoulder and gave him a reassuring look. “That’s ok
man, I’m here for you in your hour of need. I won’t turn and run like
that coward Ray Allen to the Heat..” Ben did his best to ignore the
irrelevant sports analogy, and felt really relieved and affirmed. The
fact that his good friend was really going out of the way like this
meant a lot.
The two strode to the center of the center. Ben
walked awkwardly, his added pounds were really starting to affect his
gait. Carrying around a new belly was hard enough, but the incessant
shaking and jiggling of his jello like ass, thighs, and especially moobs
added a whole new difficulty to the equation. The walk was further than
Ben had realized, and by the time the pair reached their destination
Ben’s feet were starting to hurt, and the inside of his thighs were
starting to chafe.
“Here we are!” Jim said brightly, “your
personal style experts.” Ben looked up, unsurprised but a bit reluctant.
Jim sensed his friends discomfort. “Hey, I know Goodwill isn’t Adidas,
but I’m not made of money either!” Ben nodded and thanked Jim once more
as he shuffled inside. It was beginning to dawn on Ben just how much
losing Thomas would hurt. Thomas dressed him, and helped him in so many
different ways. Now he was going to be fat, drab, and poorer than ever.
“Try
on a few different pants and shirts, I’ll be checking out the weird
trade-in section.” Ben nodded as his friend went to the odds and ends of
the store. Ben looked around at the pants first, and grabbed a few
pairs that didn’t look overly terrible. This was an odd feeling for Ben.
The only way he had outgrown clothes in the past was when he was still
getting taller. He had never gotten too fat for a pair of pants in his
life, it felt incredibly embarrassing. Since he had out pants of his
size 30’s Ben figured a 32, or at worst a pair of 34’s would do the
trick. He took his selections to the changing room, along with a 36 for
laughs, and peeled off the tight 30’s that constrained him. His belly
surged forward, and Ben rubbed all his soft parts that had been so
cruelly constrained earlier. Red marks dotted his waist and sides,
outlining his clothes many seams and buttons.
Trying to ignore
the image of the increasingly corpulent image of himself in the mirror
Ben slid the pair of 32’s up slowly. Alarmingly he needed to tug the
slacks up around his rear with force, the fabric seemingly reluctant to
go up any further. After finally getting them up Ben tried getting the
button, but much to his dismay the two sides were not even close to
meeting, pale flesh separated the two buy more than an inch. Beads of
sweat reached his brow as Ben struggled again and again with the pants.
Grunting unhappily he rested his hands on his hips in resignation. Ben
was incredulous, just how fat had he gotten? He stared ahead, looking at
himself. Even in these 32’s his gut still prominently popped over the
waist, a big ball of dough that was increasingly getting in the way.
Realizing
he still needed to properly clothe himself Ben tried the 34’s with a
growing sense of panic. They slid up far more easily, but still felt a
bit snug around the middle. Ben’s frown deepened. The button technically
clasped, and he could get away with it but deep down he knew in a week
these would be too tight. His thighs and ass already seemed to strain
the seaMr. With resignation Ben slid on the 36’s, and with relief found
they fit just fine. Ben picked up a couple more pairs of 36’s, baggy
shirts, and some underwear, and with luck they got the total under the
20 dollars Jim had left. As they left and headed to the car Jim tried
talking up his long time friend, telling him that he would get over this
thing soon enough, that Thomas was a total bitch, and that the Bronco’s
would totally win the Superbowl this year. Ben tried to appear as
receptive as possible, and hearing Jim wish that anyone but the Patriots
would win the Superbowl really showed Ben that he cared, but it wasn’t
enough. Each moob jiggle, each step his meaty ass cheeks wobbled back
and forth, each chafing thigh only reminded Ben of the predicament he
was in, and that he wasn’t any closer to getting out of it.
8. Chubby Guy on Campus
“Insufficient
Funds…” The red LED screen displayed before giving an electronic chirp.
Ben glanced around the dimly lit hall and tugged his shirt down,
clearing his throat. Ben looked at the snack machine knowingly. Another
painful few moments went by, Ben trying his best to look nonchalant.
Eventually the screen blinked a few times, and the error message was
replaced by “Enjoy!” A snickers bar dropped a few seconds later. Ben
braced his knees against his new weight and awkwardly scooped the bar,
placing it into his bag to meet the dozens of others waiting there. Ben
was still bent over when he heard footsteps and a snickering sound echo
from behind him. Jolting upward Ben could see one of the jocks on the
campus swim team walking away from him. Ben sighed and hoisted his pack
up on his shoulders, his face turning beet red after realizing why the
jock had laughed.
Ben’s hand moved slowly to his rear, his face
grimacing as he realized he had given the jock ample view of his wide
ass. Ben sighed as he tugged his pants up, he just wasn’t used to being a
fat guy. Jim had experience, he had been heavy since he knew him. He
knew how to act and move while being big, for Ben it seemed he was
always popping out of his clothes or struggling for breath at the worst
moment. Ben tried to ignore that for now and started walking towards
chemistry with his bag of goodies.
Almost on cue, Ben nearly had
to keel over as his hunger pains shot around his body. He glared as he
pushed on his squishy belly, he knew the routine by now. Ben pulled out a
bar, didn’t matter which, and began munching as quickly as he could.
This time it was a Milky Way. The bar didn’t last long, only 3 big
bites, before Ben was reaching for another. After a third bar the hunger
was quelled, and ben continued his awkward waddle towards class. Such
had been the routine for the last couple weeks since Ben moved back in
with Jim. He was less concerned with keeping the weight off these days
now that Thomas was out of the picture, now Ben was just trying to think
straight and pass his classes. His weight was still climbing, he had
just passed the dreaded 200 pound mark, but at this point Ben realized
his grades mattered more right now. He still was in a ton of student
loan debt, so regardless of his weight Ben needed to get his diploma.
Otherwise he would be fat, in debt, with nothing to show for it.
As
Ben continued to slowly walk across campus, his mind turned back to the
vending machines. He had ran out of student dollars a week after his
move in with Jim. At first Ben thought it was a good thing. He still
would get his three student hall meals per day, and if anything this
would help get his weight back under control. But even after the first
day Ben was miserably hungry before a class, his hunger pain driving him
to try anything to quell his appetite. That was when he discovered a
dark secret. That day Ben decided to try the vending machine anyway,
despite his lack of funds. What was the harm? Thinking about that day
made Ben chuckle in a defeatist way, he could feel its consequences
slapping against his thighs with every step.
Ben nearly turned
away when he saw the error code from the machine, he sighed and wondered
how he could possibly get through this class while this hungry. But
then, against all odds, Ben heard a distinct metallic plopping sound.
His eyes shot open and looked up, the machine just displayed 'Enjoy’
flashing over and over. Ben’s fattened hand soon found the treat, and
pandora’s box had been opened. From that moment onward Ben had become
the snack machine nomad, pillaging new ones on a rotating basis to keep
his hunger in check. He didn’t dare try the restaurants on campus, but
as long as the card kept producing Ben was more than happy to take
advantage of the results. Ben had initially thought it was strange he
was essentially getting free food, but after reasoning it was likely a
bug in the system Ben happily took advantage.
After working up
quite the sweat, Ben panted as he mercifully took his seat in the front
row of the lecture hall. This way he wouldn’t need to move and bump into
people after class had ended to reach the front, getting through crowds
was much more difficult at this size. He squeezed into the confining
metal chair, his gut nearly pressing against the table in front of him.
Mr.Woods strode about the class handing out quizzes, he svelte figure
stopping in front of Ben as it usually did. “Tisk tisk, looks like you
didn’t get quite enough studying in this week, eh big guy?” he said as
he displayed a 55% quiz in front of him. Ben was offput. The professor’s
tone of voice had completely changed,