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Unnoticed Growth - Part 2
🕑 Added 2021-07-09 15:39:58 +0000 UTCI’m sure you were wondering and so was I, won’t there be a problem when Alec heads home for breaks? What will his family think? Will he be alerted by them and even worse, what if they force him to diet until he goes back to school?! Those were all very valid concerns, but there were a few fortunate things that kept this from being a problem until the gap between years. Alec and I both lived across the country from where we were attending college and so, to save time and money, we only went home after year one was completed, this meant I was able to get him big enough before he went home that even if the worst happened and he came back on a diet, I’d be fairly happy with the results I managed to get before that.
Back in our college town to begin the sophomore year, I waited impatiently for my roommate to arrive. I so badly wanted to see the state of the fat boy I’d created that I was almost physically pained when he texted me that there’d been a mix up with his ride from the airport and he’d be arriving later than expected. I wondered what the issue had been, but despite my desire to rush things, I knew he was probably stressed himself right now and decided not to harass him with questions that could be answered later.
When he finally texted me that he’d arrived at our dorm building, I was at the doors to meet him before his ride had been put in park. I waited eagerly by the steps to help with luggage, only to lose all cognizant thought for a moment as I watched the rear, passenger door open on the oversized SUV that had pulled against the curb. It took a short moment of maneuvering for the person inside to get themself out of the seat and on two feet on the ground. The entire time I was basically staring and possibly drooling, so it was good that I was alone and no one was watching.
Before you get angry at my teasing, I’ll go ahead and tell you that whatever happened at home on Alec’s break, it had the exact opposite effects of dieting. My best friend’s past comments about living with his grandmother and her love of cooking him hearty meals suddenly flashed through my brain as I watched the curly haired student lumber around to the back of the vehicle to grab his luggage. Mesmerized, I slowly followed, ready to grab everything if needed. I had sent this young man home in snug 3x clothes, and judging from his belly hanging from the bottom, he’d gone up another size but was still cluelessly wearing the same sizes, even as a good three inches of belly hang crept out. Of course he wouldn’t notice the bit that remained uncovered, since he couldn’t see past the upper slope of his massive gut. He turned to greet me, his wide grin pushed his chin inward and made his significant second one much more prominent than it had been when last we spoke. He came toward me for a “bro hug” and it was all I could do not to cling to his fat form and let myself sink into his blubber. My arms couldn’t reach around him and I had to bight my tongue hard to keep from becoming aroused as his big belly pressed into and molded partially around me.
As we made our way up the steps to our building, I noticed he got winded more quickly than ever, having to stop halfway up for a moment to catch his breath; and no wonder, when he must be creeping in on 300 pounds by now. When we finished the trek into the building and to our room (thankfully there was an elevator to the third floor) our idle banter had lulled, mostly because he was out of breath. His expanded size made me bold, believing that at this point nothing could take his fattened form from me.
“So did your Grandma keep you well fed? We both know how much you like to eat.” I gave a laugh at the end to keep it lightheaded and harmless, but my heart was pounding with a little nervousness at how direct I was being, but also with the lust for his answer.
“Heh, boy did she. She said she was happy to see I was doing so well at school and that I could finally really appreciate her good meals. Honestly the whole time I was there she couldn’t stop talking about how much I look like my grandpa did now.” He chuckled and gave a shrug, the action making his fattened chest wobble under his shirt.
“I guess maybe I’ve put on a little weight here recently. Not that much, cause my clothes still fit, but they’re definitely tighter, and it must be just enough that she was able to notice… I still look good though, right?” He jokingly did a model pose with his arms up behind his head and I gulped as his shirt rode halfway up his fat stomach. He shifted and the exposed flesh jiggled so invitingly, it took everything I had not to reach forward and squeeze the hang in my hands. Instead I managed to plop down in a desk chair and laugh, shaking my head and marveling over his obliviousness.
“Yeah, you look great, dude. Weight doesn’t change anything…” I hesitated a moment, then pushed forward, following my instincts. “Honestly, I think you look even better with a little extra weight… Would it bother you if you… Keep gaining a little?”
Alec’s expression sobered and he let his arms fall to his inflated sides. I could tell he was thinking as he went silent for a moment, before he brought one meaty hand up to hold his chins in a thoughtful manner.
“I don’t really mind it, I guess. I mean, I’m not totally clueless. I’ve noticed my clothes are tighter and I don’t always fit in chairs anymore. The seat on the airplane was a tight fit too… I almost thought the seatbelt wouldn’t fit… But dude, I’ve been eating a whole lot of food here lately and I’d be pretty dumb if I didn’t expect that to impact my size at least a little.” Giving another shrug and a shake of his head, his smile returned and he went on, “Sure there’s gonna be some down sides to being a little hefty, but I dunno, man… I think I feel more confident lately? I like myself and I’m not too bothered by what sized pants I wear. Speaking of which, I can’t button these anymore, and I’ve been rockin’ the same style since the start of first year… Your fashion sense is better than mine, would you mind grabbing me some new clothes again? I’ll give you money like before.”
All my worry was released from my body and a new sense of pleasure and satisfaction had settled in. He knew he was fat, or at least had some idea, even if it was a bit underestimated; while that meant my initial experiment was over with, it also meant I could really invest more time and effort into fattening my favorite person, without worrying over any guilty feelings or sneaking around quite as much as I had been. My new project? It would be to slowly warm him up to the idea that he was gaining more and more weight and teaching him to embrace and even enjoy it. I had stopped looking at pictures and videos of other fat dudes several months ago. My investment in my best friend was starting to evolve into other feelings and more than ever I just wanted to see his cute, chubby face get rounder and rounder.
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Time wore on and I got a part time job on top of my studies, just to make sure I could keep shelling out more and more money to keep my roommate overfed. He was really blossoming now, his stomach seemingly stretched even more by the huge meals his grandma had cooked him three times a day. He told me that she didn’t like him to leave leftovers and always worried that he wasn’t getting enough to eat. This lead to him consuming massive amounts of calories whenever he was home. Now armed with this knowledge, I made sure to keep up that tempo with his college life. With his appetite seemingly growing by the day, the number of fat cells in his body followed suit and by mid sophomore year, his 5XL clothing clung tightly to his frame. Alec was having a harder time getting back and forth from classes already, so I had set up a network of other classmates to take notes and video classes, so that he could still do the work without actually having to traverse much of the campus. He still attended the few classes that were really strict about attendance, but most of the professors were chill as long as his work was turned in. Then three quarters through the year, even the strictest professors got tired of watching him struggle up the steps to the seats, while puffing and sweating; the final holdout gave in when he finally got his jiggling mass to a chair and when he flopped down, it broke underneath him. Myself and a couple of our friends helped him up off the floor with some difficulty, and with a short rest and some snacks for the fatty back out in the hallway, we managed to get him back to our dorm. I couldn’t stop thinking about that chair being obliterated under Alec’s flabby form. Wasn’t the weight limit on those things at least 400 pounds? I couldn’t contain how blissful the knowledge made me that my roommate was gaining on a quarter ton already.
After the chair incident, Alec didn’t go to any classes, or really leave much at all, which drastically accelerated his gain. I wouldn’t have thought it possible until it began happening before my eyes. His food intake was on a godly level, and without having to take breaks for any of his previous reasons, he was eating at least 5 full sized meals a day. His meals were also big enough to feed at least 7 other people, but considering he was almost the size of at least 4 people it made some sort of twisted sense. The chair had also been the straw that broke the camel’s back as it were. Any illusions Alec had about not being obese had been shattered right along with the piece of furniture. I talked to him about it and to my surprise, he was actually excited at what his massive body had accomplished. He still seemed not to realize the exact magnitude of his weight, but he wasn’t far off. It was also toward the end of this discussion that I couldn’t help myself, leaned forward into his fat rolls and kissed him. He reciprocated and when I pulled back, his green eyes were glittering with happiness and also a bit of mischief.
“Dang dude, I’ve been hoping you’d do that since mid Freshman year! Took you long enough.” He chuckled, sending ripples through his mammoth belly and I squished back in to kiss him again.
We hit the break between Sophomore and Junior years and it was clear that this boy was not going to fit normally on a plane. We considered buying him three seats to spread his ass across, but acknowledging that he was almost too wide to fit through the doors of our dorm room and elevator, the tight squeeze through the aisles of a plane were probably more trouble than it was worth, especially since he’d have traveled without me. In the end, I decided to just push my plans forward a bit and signed the papers to rent us a house we’d been looking at near the school. We’d already discussed with the dean and Alec and I would both be switching to online classes next year, so living off campus was no problem. Plus the place we were renting had extra wide doors, reinforced floors, was one story and had a high fenced back yard where my fatty could get some sun without having to worry about dressing himself.
Settled in our new place, we instead paid to fly his grandma to us I was a little worried about what she’d think when she saw her now 487 pound grandson (yes I was now allowed to weigh my boyfriend), but he told me not to worry. So on the big day, I helped him into his tent sized T-shirt and pants, got him situated on our overstuffed couch with his midmorning meal and went to pick up his grandma from the airport. He was right, of course. Turns out his grandma was just as sweet a person as he was and when she walked into our home, the first thing she did was exclaim at how good it was to see her boy and after she sank into his extra soft hug, she poked at his belly and tutted. The nervousness that was quick to creep up in me was just as quickly dispelled when she said, “Why look how flat your stomach is, sweetie! You must be starving, why don’t I fix up a nice big lunch for the both of you.” My smile in response was wide, but not as wide as I knew Alec would be by the end of this break.
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