Unnoticed Growth: Weight Gain Story

Part 1

Growing up, I heard over and over again with slightly different wording, that men are indifferent to weight gain. A man can gain a pound here, 2 pounds there and as long as it’s a gradual increase, even if it’s steady he won’t notice it much. Not like most women, who tend to be more body conscious and aware of the image they’re presenting. I found myself wondering, more and more often as I aged, how could that be true? It seemed like most big dudes I met through the years had always been heavy from childhood, or they’d gripe about wanting to “get back in shape”. By the time I was in my freshman year of college, my need for the answer to that question had somehow gotten mixed up in my emerging sexuality. I’d started realizing I was gay halfway through high school, but going away to college really gave me the freedom I needed to admit it to myself and explore. I’d also realized my inexplicable attraction to heavy men. I tried to fight that at first too, but quickly gave up because the larger the dude, the less I was able to fight salivating over them.

So anyhow, this brings us to freshmen dorm assignments. Turns out, my roommate had a few qualities that were ideal for me, but maybe not so much for him... See, he was cute, not amazing, but definitely adorable. He had this crazy curly, chestnut hair that he couldn’t ever tame so he’d given up trying, and a splatter of very tiny freckles that danced across his nose, not to mention his sparkling green eyes and the way his whole face would crinkle up when he grinned and laughed.  His second ideal quality was that he was just a little squishy. Not really chubby, but like, a step down or two, giving me all kinds of ideas of what he might look like just a bit heavier. Thirdly, the guy was... Not to sound mean, but I’m just being honest, he was kind of an airhead. Not annoyingly dumb, but just cutely ditzy and kind of oblivious. We were immediate friends, and it didn’t take long at all for inspiration to hit me like a lightning bolt. I had at least 4 years to test out my theory on this guy... I could finally find out just how much weight a guy could gain before he realized something momentous had changed. Once I decided to go through with it (it didn’t take long), I wasted no time starting to condition my new friend and test subject.

I started simple; convince him to order take out at least twice a week, either by mentioning it, or surreptitiously leaving fast food fliers and coupons around and “absently” humming restaurant jingles. Once he got into that pattern, I made sure to mention now and then how there was a bogo on pizzas so he may as well get an extra, or “just happen” to find a coupon for desserts. It didn’t take long for him to start ordering add-ons and making his orders bigger on his own. Thanks to his growing addiction to fast food, and the unhealthy snacks I made sure to keep stocked up on (he ate most of them, as planned), within the first month I started to notice his clothes looking a little snug. “Alec” we’ll call him for convenience, didn’t really seem to notice, but I couldn’t miss his slightly uncomfortable expressions when he’d sit down, and I knew his waistbands were digging in to him, or the way his chest seemed to push his T-shirt out just slightly. I overheard him griping about his clothes feeling tight and I was careful to butt in with a remark about “college laundry” being shit and it probably shrank his clothes. I told him I was going shopping anyway and if he gave me his sizes I’d buy him some new stuff. Really, I was only going out to get him clothes and save my experiment, and the outfits I bought were one, two and three sizes larger than what he had told me to buy, I knew he was probably too oblivious to bother looking at the labels, but just in case I made sure to remove any that mentioned the size. I couldn’t have him jogged into awareness by a single slip up.

Starting that day, I took over laundry with the excuse that I hated doing dishes, and I began the task of switching his clothes with some a bit larger, each time I noticed them looking a bit small.

Six months into our first semester, I had the boy pushing into extra-larges, when he started off as an easy medium. I was over the damn moon at how well my test subject had progressed. It seemed I’d found a natural gainer and still, Alec didn’t really seem to have noticed the change. It was incredible to me how someone could practically double in size, start jiggling with every step and getting winded from half the exertion he used to do without ever seeming to bat an eye. Not that he’d ever been sporty or anything. His preference for video games and drinking parties over outdoor activities and trips to the gym was a big clue from the start that he’d be a perfect test subject.

I watched in carefully hidden fascination and glee as with hardly any manipulation on my part, his food portions grew daily, as did the number of meals he shoved into his greedy mouth. It was amusing to hear him refer to two pizzas as a “mid morning snack” between his breakfast of 10 pancakes and 4 sausages and his lunch, a meal which covered our entire round table with boxes and bags from the closest burger joint. When he was finished, I counted the wrappers behind his back and was shocked and pleased when I realized he’d consumed 4 double patty burgers, 2 large fries, 3 hash browns, a large chocolate chip cookie, with a large milkshake and extra large soda on the side. Alec was blowing my expectations out of the water, but also making me very nervous that soon it would be impossible for him not to realize just how massive he was getting.

It was a Monday near the end of our first year that I was sure the jig was up. It was our first lecture of the week, after what for my roommate, had been a weekend long binge and bender of epic proportions. I watched my bleary eyed chonker waddle his way into the lecture hall, and I started to sweat when I realized he was headed for a desk chair. I pleaded silently with whatever deity might be listening for him to change his mind and choose a chair with an open front, but no amount of mental wailing from me stopped his jiggling, bloated form in its journey to his chosen seat. By this point, I had him wearing 3X clothing, but they fitted his blubbery body like they’d been tailored to him, so I didn’t think he’d be wearing them for longer than a month or two more. As he reached the desk and leaned heavily against it, he took a moment to catch his breath as I held mine, then he attempted to slide in sideways, the way he used to when he was much thinner, or in fact had barely managed to just last Friday, though even then it had been snug. His weekend of gluttony had changed things, and if I had to guess (which I did, since I couldn’t get him on a scale and ruin everything) he’d managed to pack on 5 more pounds of pure fat in just a few days, and it showed. When he was passed out cold last night in a food and alcohol induced coma, I had taken the opportunity to do some quick measurements with the extra long tailor’s tape I’d bought. Taking into account how bloated he was at the time, I still estimated he’d grown by 2 inches everywhere. That 2 inches to his hanging gut and 2 to his wobbling ass meant there was an extra 4 inches of obese dude trying to wedge its way into the tight piece of furniture. Even if his fat was willing to squish a bit, the chair was unyielding. I watched him try again as his strained expression moved to one of confusion and then exasperation. Then much to my relief, he gave up and moved to a nearby chair with no desk attachment. He then flopped down with a heavy sigh, the sides of his wide rear spreading out beyond the seat and his back fat rolling over the top of the backrest. I sent an evil glare to the few tittering classmates I noticed and silenced them, inwardly hoping beyond hope that somehow, some way, Alec could be just oblivious enough to come up with some other explanation for why he couldn’t shove his heavyweight body into the small desks. I counted my blessings that at least he hadn’t gotten stuck. If that had occurred, attention from every student and our professor would have been drawn to him and inevitably many careless remarks would have been made about his size.

To be honest, I barely absorbed that lecture. I was too worried the entire time about what my test subject and by this point, closest friend would have to say about the fact that he was starting to have trouble fitting in traditional furniture. I must have burned so many calories during that hour long class, my legs bouncing like they were prepping for a marathon and my body slowly drenching itself in nervous sweat. It seemed like an eternity before the professor finally wound down and dismissed us. I hurriedly jumped to my feet and rushed over to my roommate, offering a hand to help him up; at some point this had become second nature for the both of us, as he got heavier and would have noticed his struggle more if not for my punctual support. As he came to his feet with a puff of exertion, he sighed and shot me a sideways look, then focused his eyes downward. I assume he was staring right at his rather impressive stomach, because as far as it protruded, there was no way for him to see his feet or even the floor beyond it. He placed one sausage fingered hand on his gut and I nearly fell over at what he said next.

“Guess all that alcohol got me kind of bloated, huh? I’ve been hearing that beer is gassy ‘cause of all the yeast or something? Maybe I’ll start drinking more liquors instead…” The rush of relief that washed over me was so intense it made me mildly dizzy and as I put my hand on his plush bicep for support, I felt my fingers sink in and gave him a very genuine smile and nod.

“Whatever you want, dude. My cousin runs a distillery, so I can get a lot of brown liquor for cheap.” We left the class and headed to one of the on campus restaurants, the one with the cheapest and greasiest foods. I readied the 3 meal tickets I always gave him, so that combined with his usual 2, he could eat enough for 5 people. Though when we got to the cash register, I noticed him slip an extra ticket into the pile he handed the concierge and I almost laughed aloud in glee, knowing his expansion wasn’t just going to continue, it was going to get even faster.

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This is my first attempt at a weight gain story! I’ve posted this first part publicly here and on my other socials, but the second (and more parts if there are) will be posted exclusively for you feeders!