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collegethiccy · 8 months ago

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Gino's Musk (part 2)

Male TF - Submission - Weight gain TF - Hair grow - Long TF

part 1

The changes began slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, but within a few days of his second encounter with Gino, Kylian started to notice his hunger returning with a vengeance. It gnawed at him constantly, an unrelenting craving that went beyond simple hunger—it was a need. And it wasn’t just any food he craved; it was greasy, salty, rich food, the kind you find at fast food joints. The smell of burgers and fries wafting from street vendors now reminded him of Gino’s armpit, that thick, musky scent that had left him drunk with desire. It was all intertwined in his mind.

At first, he tried to ignore it, but the urge was overwhelming. He found himself drawn to the fast food places he had once avoided. It started with a burger here, a soda there, but soon he was eating full meals—two, sometimes three times a day. The more he ate, the more his body demanded, the hunger never fully satisfied.

As the weeks went by, Kylian’s body began to change again, but this time, it wasn’t the hard, defined muscle he had worked so hard for. His stomach, once flat and strong, began to round out, forming a small belly that grew more noticeable with each passing week. His hips widened, softening with newly formed love handles that clung to his sides. His buttocks, which had once been firm and muscular, now bulged outward, pushing against his clothes in an uncomfortable way.

His jawline, once sharp and angular, now sported a fuller beard, the hairs growing thicker and denser, framing his face with an unruly wildness. His reflection in the mirror was becoming someone he barely recognized, a mix of his former self and something… softer, heavier. Kylian could feel the weight gathering on him, pressing down, slowing him. And yet, the hunger never stopped.

His sessions at the gym grew fewer and farther between. He would plan to go, but the moment the scent of fast food hit his nostrils, all his discipline melted away. He would tell himself, just one more meal, then I’ll go back to working out. But the next day, the cravings returned, stronger than ever.

One afternoon, after gorging himself on a massive burger and fries, Kylian stood in front of the fast food's mirror. His belly, once so flat and proud, now sagged slightly over the waistband of his pants. The love handles on his sides pinched against his jeans. His muscular arms and chest were still there, but they were softened, hidden beneath a thin layer of fat. He could feel the panic rising in his chest. His body had never looked like this before. He was supposed to be getting stronger, bigger in the right way—not this.

The realization hit him hard: it wasn’t just the food. It was Gino. Gino’s scent, that addictive smell, had started all of this. The cravings, the changes in his body—it all traced back to those nights spent buried in Gino’s armpit, inhaling that intoxicating musk.

“Fuck,” Kylian whispered to himself, running a hand over his growing belly. He could feel the panic mounting now. He needed to stop this, needed to fix this before it got worse. He couldn’t keep going down this path.

His first instinct was to call Gino, to demand answers, to ask if this was some sort of punishment or test. But then he stopped himself. What if Gino just made it worse? What if seeing him again made the cravings stronger, the changes even more pronounced?

No. He had to resist. He had to stop going back to Gino. He had to resist the pull, the hunger, the smell—everything.

Kylian took a deep breath, his stomach churning uncomfortably as the fast food weighed heavily in his gut. He made a decision then and there. No more Gino. No more fast food. He would go back to the gym, start eating clean again, and push through the cravings. He had to.

But as the days passed, Kylian found that resisting wasn’t as easy as he’d hoped. The hunger gnawed at him constantly, whispering in the back of his mind. He tried to go back to the gym, but the pull of greasy, salty food was almost unbearable. And worse, every time he smelled fast food, it wasn’t just food anymore—it was Gino. The scent of the burgers, the fries, even the oil reminded him of Gino’s armpit, that heady musk that had once filled him with ecstasy.

The cravings were everywhere. His stomach growled constantly, his body aching for that next fix. But he refused. He stayed away from Gino, stayed away from the fast food joints, though each day was a battle of willpower that left him exhausted.

Kylian stood firm, but in the back of his mind, he couldn’t shake the fear: what if he couldn’t resist forever? What if Gino’s pull was too strong?

Kylian awoke with a start, his body sprawled across his couch, the crinkling sound of paper surrounding him. He sat up groggily, blinking at the sight of empty fast food wrappers and greasy bags littered around him. He couldn’t remember ordering this food, let alone devouring it all. But the evidence was there: wrappers from burgers, fries, sodas, all scattered like remnants of a feast he had no memory of. He pushed himself up, feeling the weight of his body settle as he stood.

He glanced down and felt his heart sink. His belly had grown, rounding out to a soft curve that stretched his shirt tightly over his midsection. His once-lean sides now sported prominent love handles, and his thighs, thicker and softer than he’d ever seen them, touched when he walked, rubbing slightly with each step. The firm muscles he had once built in his arms and legs were now covered by a layer of softness, his definition fading under the weight he’d put on.

And then he caught a whiff of the lingering smell of fast food, hanging in the air, and it hit him—Gino. The scent brought him back to that overpowering musk, to those nights of being enveloped by Gino’s scent, the heady comfort of it filling him with a warmth he couldn’t shake.

Despite everything, he could feel that familiar craving stirring in him again. His mind replayed the feeling of being close to Gino, his nose pressed against his armpit, breathing in that scent that had changed him, molded him, that had somehow found a place deep within him.

Almost without thinking, Kylian found himself at Gino’s door, his hand raised to knock. His heart was pounding, the familiar thrill and longing flooding back to him with every second that passed. After a few moments, the door opened, and there stood Gino, looking larger than life, with that knowing smile curling on his lips.

For a moment, Gino seemed puzzled, his eyes scanning over Kylian’s face and then down his body. Kylian could see the spark of recognition light up as Gino’s gaze traveled over his softened arms, his rounder cheeks, the full belly pressing against his shirt. Finally, a broad smile broke across Gino’s face.

“Kylian,” he laughed, his eyes glinting with pride. “Look at you. You’ve…changed.”

Kylian’s cheeks flushed. He shifted awkwardly, but the warmth in Gino’s gaze, the spark of approval, sent a surprising thrill through him.

Gino’s eyes lingered on Kylian’s body, his hands reaching out to feel the curve of his sides, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of Kylian’s love handles. His touch was firm, possessive, and Kylian felt himself relax under Gino’s approval, the shame and self-consciousness melting away.

“I knew you had potential,” Gino murmured, his voice low and warm. His hand slid lower, gripping the fullness of Kylian’s backside, the touch sending a shiver through him. “Those hips, that belly—you’re exactly what I imagined you could be. You’ve done well, Kylian.”

Kylian felt a surge of pride, a strange satisfaction filling him as he took in Gino’s words. The embarrassment he’d felt earlier was fading, replaced by something deeper, a sense of rightness. He had tried to resist, to fight against the changes, but standing here now, with Gino’s hands exploring his body, he realized something he hadn’t wanted to admit: he wanted this.

“You’re better this way,” Gino said, a smile tugging at his lips as he looked Kylian in the eyes. “Stronger. Softer. Exactly how you’re supposed to be.”

As Gino continued his admiring gaze, Kylian felt himself fully accept it. The changes, the cravings, the pull of Gino’s scent—they were all part of him now. Gino’s approval was what mattered, and for the first time, Kylian felt at ease with the transformation he’d undergone. Gino’s hand slipped around his waist, pulling him closer. “Now,” he said with a wicked grin, “let’s see just how far we can take this.”

A few days passed, and Kylian noticed yet more changes. Each morning, he found clumps of hair on his pillow, his once-thick mane thinning until only a ring of hair remained around his crown. But instead of despair, he felt a thrill, thinking of how pleased Gino would be. He took his razor, feeling an almost instinctual pull, as if a voice whispered for him to finish the transformation. In a few minutes, his scalp was smooth and gleaming.

It wasn’t just his hair that had changed. A dark layer of hair now covered his chest, his belly, his shoulders, and even his back. His own scent had grown stronger, carrying an earthy, masculine edge that somehow reminded him of Gino’s musk. He found himself skipping showers, allowing the scent to deepen, to cling to him like an invisible reminder of Gino’s presence. Kylian would spend hours pressing his face into his own armpit, inhaling deeply, letting that musky smell fill his senses, calming him. He barely noticed the way he’d stopped holding back his burps and farts, finding it surprisingly liberating to let his body do as it pleased.

One morning, as he admired his new appearance in the mirror, his phone buzzed. It was Gino, inviting him over for a special surprise. The message sent a wave of excitement through Kylian, and he was out the door within minutes.

When he arrived, Gino greeted him at the door with open arms, his eyes lighting up with satisfaction as he took in Kylian’s transformation. “Look at you,” Gino said, his voice full of pride as he ran his hands over Kylian’s smooth scalp and the thick hair on his chest. “I knew you’d be perfect.”

Kylian felt a flush of pride, letting out a loud burp without even thinking, which made Gino chuckle approvingly. Without hesitation, Gino lifted one of Kylian’s arms, inhaling deeply from his armpit, savoring the scent. “Even your smell has changed,” he murmured, pleased. “You’ve become exactly what I hoped for.”

Gino took him by the shoulder, leading him toward a large room in the back. As the doors opened, Kylian’s eyes widened. The room was filled with men—all of them large, bald, bearded, and covered in thick body hair. The air was thick with their combined scent, musky and potent, filling Kylian with an overwhelming sense of belonging.

“These are my brothers,” Gino said with a proud smile. “Every man here has shared in my scent, transformed by it, just like you.”

Kylian felt a surge of admiration, eager to join them, to be one of them. He stepped into the room, and the men turned to greet him, each of them warm and welcoming. They patted his shoulders, his belly, his back, laughing and congratulating him on his transformation. Their hands lingered on his softened body, exploring his curves, and Kylian felt a deep sense of acceptance, a belonging he had never felt before.

As they admired his form, Kylian felt a wave of fulfillment. The men’s touch, their words, their laughter—all of it washed over him, filling him with a sense of contentment that went beyond words. Here, among these men, he was home, a part of something bigger, something that he now realized he had been craving all along.

And in that moment, Kylian knew he had become exactly what he was meant to be.

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collegethiccy · 8 months ago

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collegethiccy · 9 months ago

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Weight Gain Manipulation is so Sexy to me. Tell me you can’t finish your meal and ask if I would like the rest of it as I loosen up my belt. Order 4 desserts saying something about us sharing them, but I end up eating them all while you only had 2 bites. Get extra appetizers and watch me eat them all,even though I can barely fit in the booth. Come over to my place with a surprise lunch at my favorite fast food place with 3 extra large meals knowing I can’t resist eating them all. Make me a breakfast feast in the the morning as I can barely get my pants over my growing fat ass. Bring me a large plate of fried taquitos and a milkshake with weight gainer that I didn’t know you put in it, to my desk as I play video games saying “I thought you would like a snack before dinner” as my chair groans from all the weight you’ve been putting on me.

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collegethiccy · 10 months ago

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Hypnotic Hunger Script

Before we begin, please make sure that you’re in a nice, comfortable position. It doesn’t matter if you’re sitting or if you’re laying down, as long as you’re in the position that is most comfortable for you. When you’re ready to begin, all you need to do is continue to read on.

Now that you are ready to start, just take a deep breath in… and then slowly, let it out.

and again. Deeply in, and slowly out.

In… and out.

Just continue to breathe, slowly and deeply, as you begin to relax. Notice, how as you continue to breathe, and read my words, that your body starts to easily and automatically relax, as you start to feel better and better, happier and happier. Notice now, how your body and mind already know what to do, already know how to relax, already know the best way to respond to my words as you start to feel all your stress and tension disappear more and more with every breath you take and every word that you read.

Notice, how as you continue to read my words, as you continue to feel better and better, more and more relaxed, that everything around you just seems to be vanishing, just seems to be disappearing, just seems to be fading away into the background, because you know that you don’t need to worry about anything else right now. In fact, notice how as you continue to read my words, and continue to feel better and better, happier and happier, that it becomes easier and easier for you to focus on my words, because the rest of the world just seems to fade away more and more. In fact, notice, how it’s becoming harder and harder for you to think about or focus on anything other than my words, because you know that my words make you feel so good, and so happy. Everything else can be safely ignored for now, safely disregarded, because the only thing you need to focus on right now are my words, and the wonderful feelings they give you.

Just allow everything else to disappear from your mind, allow everything to fade away, because you know that you don’t need anything else right not. Right now, all you need to do is follow my words, as they continue to sink deeply into your mind, as they continue to allow you to feel better and better as a result. The only thing you need to focus on are my words, because they sink so deeply into your mind and make you feel so wonderful. Your mind can be safely emptied, as you allow all your thoughts, worries, and cares to disappear, leaving your mind blank and empty, leaving you relaxed and at ease. Notice, how as your mind becomes completely empty, as your mind becomes completely blank, how as the rest of the world fades from your awareness, how my words continue to sink deeper and deeper, and become more and more powerful for you.

The more powerful my words become, the better you feel. The better you feel, the more powerful my words become. Just letting my words become more and more powerful, so you can continue to feel better and better as a result. No thoughts. No feelings. No cares. No concerns. Just allowing my words to become more and more powerful, allowing my words to make you feel better and better. Just allow yourself to continue to follow my words, without question or hesitation, because you know that the more you follow my words, the better you feel, and the better you feel, the more you want to follow my words.

And so now, I’m going to count down from ten to one, and as I do so, you’re going to find that with each number that I say, that you drop twice as deep and feel twice as good. Starting with the number…

Ten. Feeling so good, feeling so relaxed, as you let my words become your thoughts, as you let my words become the only thing in your head.

Nine. So relaxed, so empty, to calm, so at ease. The more you follow my words, the better you feel. The better you feel, the more you want to follow my words.

Eight. My words are so powerful for you, and it feels so good to follow them. It’s so natural, so automatic for you to follow my words, and do what they say, because it feels so good when you follow them.

Seven. Allowing my words to take over for you, allowing my words to guide you, because every word fills you with happiness and joy, and every word continues to take you deeper and deeper as you feel better and better.

Six. Noticing how you naturally move deeper and deeper, noticing how it’s so normal and automatic for you to follow my words, because your body and mind already know what to do, and already know how to continue feeling better and better. All you need to do is continue following my words, as they continue to sink into the deepest parts of your mind and body, guiding you deeper and deeper, as you feel better and better.

Five. You already know that my words are always true for you, that my words are always the truth for you. You know that whatever my words describe, you instantly feel, see, hear, smell, and taste, exactly as it’s described to you.

Four. You know that my words are your reality, and that your reality is made up of my words. You know that when I describe something to you, that you experience it, exactly as it is described to you.

Three. Feeling so good, feeling so overwhelmingly happy, as my words continue to take you deeper, as my words continue to make you feel better, as my words continue to sink into the deepest parts of your mind, as you continue to easily, automatically, and naturally follow them with no hesitation or resistance.

Two. So happy. So relaxed. So calm. So ready, so receptive, so open to everything my words tell you, because you’re so eager to continue to follow my words, so eager to continue listening to my words, so eager to do what they tell you, because it feels so amazing to do so.

One. Finding yourself dropping so deep, feeling so good, as you become completely empty, completely relaxed, completely guided by my words, and feeling so good as they continue to instruct you further.

Now, take a moment, and think about your favorite foods. Think about how they smell, how they taste, how much you enjoy eating them, and notice, how as you do so, how you feel so very hungry, how you feel such a strong urge to eat. You know that as soon as I let you, as soon as I bring you out of trance, that you’ll instantly go and eat as much as you can, instantly go and eat until you can’t eat anymore, because you’re so very hungry, so ravenous, so starving in ways you’ve never felt before. You need to eat so badly, because you’re so hungry, craving to eat in ways you’ve never felt before, feeling such a strong need to eat as much as you can, until you physically cannot eat anymore, because you’re just so hungry right now.

But I’m not going to simply let you eat without giving you a special gift from me. I’m not going to simply leave you to feast, and eat so much, without making it feel special and more amazing than you’ve ever felt before. And so, when I wake you, when I finally let you go and sate this powerful, overwhelming hunger, you’re going to feel something amazing, going to feel something so very wonderful.

You’ll find that every bite that you take causes a wave of pleasure and joy to wash over you, causes an explosion of the purest bliss to just reverberate through your entire body, motivating you to eat more, making you feel so amazing and so happy. Every bite you take will be overwhelmingly pleasurable, making you feel so amazingly happy, making you feel so wonderful in ways you never thought possible. And then, when you are completely full, when you’ve eaten so much that you can’t possibly eat another bite, you’ll feel one last explosion of pleasure and joy, made twice as strong for every bite that you took. Furthermore, you’ll find that the feeling of being that full, of being so very stuffed, of being unable to possibly eat anymore, feels so very good, and makes you feel so very happy. Your stomach will be so sensitive, so pleasurable to rub and touch, and you’ll find that you feel so very good and so very happy, and so very satisfied, as you just relax and soak up all the bliss and pleasure while your stomach is so full.

And so now, in a moment, I’m going to wake you. When I do so, you’re going to go, and sate your hunger, and enjoy all the bliss that will come with it. And when you’re done eating, when you’ve eaten so much and experienced all this pleasure, you’re going to do something for me in return. You’re going to come back, and you’re going to reblog this post, and you’re going to say everything that you ate, and say how it felt. You’ll find that you want to explain the entire experience in as much detail as possible, because doing so brings all those pleasurable feelings back, and makes you feel so good as a result.

And now, when I count to three, you’re going to wake up, and sate your hunger, experiencing all the feelings and all the pleasure I’ve described.

One.

Two.

Three.

Awaken.

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collegethiccy · 10 months ago

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Pig Hypnosis

Wanted to be told how much of a pig you are during a hypnosis video? Here are a selection of files I’ve found online. If you know of any more, then message me:

Desire to be a Fetish Pig http://www.mediafire.com/file/a4zspzrahy5tjmr

Pig Mode 1 https://m.soundcloud.com/jack-durst-1/pig-mode

Pig Pleasure Curse http://www.vivehypnosis.de/?p=1884

Ego Eraser | The Pig http://www.vivehypnosis.de/?p=1093

Ego Eraser | The Pig 2 http://www.vivehypnosis.de/?p=1270

Ego Eraser | The Pig 3 http://www.vivehypnosis.de/?p=1339

Pig Identity Generator http://www.vivehypnosis.de/?p=407

Learn How to Enjoy Eating Like a Pig http://www.vivehypnosis.de/?p=225

Learn to be a Dirty Pig http://www.vivehypnosis.de/?p=227

Dirty Fucking Sex Pig https://www.warpmymind.com/index.php?gadget=HFiles&action=GetFile&file_id=4044

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collegethiccy · 10 months ago

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Time to Wake Up

You’re laying down sleeping. You feel a device wrap around your shaft and it slowly starts to stimulate you. You wake up fully, enjoying the pleasure. The device is gently stroking and teasing your shaft. You enjoy the pleasure it gives you, but, it won’t get you off. So you have a choice…press the “Escape” button or you can press the “Cum” button. You press the CUM button…and another device releases above you…and shows you a tube, like a straw or small hose. You take it and hold it…the instructions tell you to put it in your mouth and drink what is fed to you. You comply, holding the tube in your mouth. You feel the release of liquid into the tube and it splashes sweet and rich flavors against your tongue. You drink…and you begin to feel the device on your cock firming it’s stroking…and it’s feeling so good, all the perfect ways y ou love to jerk off are being used here. The machine must’ve monitored you jerking off and learned your ideal technique. You stop drinking. The pleasure stops. You drink again, the pleasure continues…and so you really want to cum…so you consume, and consume, feeling the stroking continue against your shaft, til, in one final jolt of stimulation, the machine successfully extracts the orgasm, causing you to feel pleasure, and draining you of energy. You then go back to sleep….and all those calories turn into fat…until you wake ready for round 2 >:).

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collegethiccy · 10 months ago

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A Simple College Weight Gain Story

Troy was excited to be at college. He had played sports in high school and at 170 and 6’1, he was lean, tall and muscular. He was going to play at college but his Mom was strict on him and thought he should concentrate on his studies. His dorm was full of laid back jock-types. Troy himself had a blond crew cut, blue eyes and a tan from going to the beach with his buddies. He would pass his dormmates as they went to the showers—towels around their waists and say “What’s up?” to them while secretly lusting after their semi-soft middles, deep belly buttons, and smooth, hard chests. His roommate Mikey liked to sit around his room shirtless and surf the web. In fact, Mikey would sit at his computer whenever he was in the room and eat bags of potato chips, Domino’s Pizza and drink the seemingly endless supply of Dr. Peppers that his parents had left for him. Noticing his eating habits, Troy asked him at the beginning of the year, “Yo Mikey, don’t you think you should go to the gym or run or something?” Mikey grinned and sat up in his chair—his torso jiggling a little—he was starting to get soft in the pecs and waist. “Nah,” he said, “I don’t really give a shit.” Troy understood the joys of indulging. So far, his favorite part of college was the food court. There were lots of options there: sodas, pizza, pasta, McDonald’s, Dunkin’ Donuts and pints of Ben & Jerry’s. The best part was that he had tons of points on his meal plan. On his first day for dinner, he got two quarterpounders, a large fry, a large Coke, and a slice of cheesecake drizzled with chocolate syrup. Then he went back for a pint of Chubby Hubby which he brought with him to his room to eat before falling asleep. In the mornings, he would get six donuts (chocolate or jelly filled) and wash them down with a quart of whole milk. He would meet Mikey after class and they would go back to the food court for lunch—usually a couple quarterpounders, fries, chocolate shakes, and a couple Ben & Jerry’s chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream bars. One night in their room, while noticing Troy’s softening middle, Mikey patted his roommate on the stomach and said, “Careful buddy, you’re gonna get fat.” Troy shrugged, biting into his ice cream bar. “I’ll still hit the gym and run, you know? It will all balance out in the end.” But in the next few weeks, Troy was too busy with schoolwork. He thought about going for a run but felt too lazy. He liked sitting in the room with the TV on, doing his homework, or surfing the web. At night, Mikey and him would order two large Dominos pizzas and drink back a couple beers. College was great. One morning, after getting out of the shower, Troy put on his gray boxer briefs and noticed they were skin tight on his ass. His belly drooped a little over the elastic waistband. Troy shrugged and pulled on his 33” cargo shorts. He tried buttoning them but they wouldn’t close. He had noticed his shorts had been getting tight lately but usually he could button them up by sucking in. He decided today he’d leave them unbuttoned. He put on an extra large sweatshirt that covered the undone button and his new layer of fat and went out for his usual six Dunkin’ Donuts before heading out for class. Later that night, Troy flipped on the TV and took off his sweatshirt and relaxed with a pint of Chubby Hubby. Mikey was at the computer, noticing Troy’s unbuttoned shorts. “Dude, you’re getting fat. You can’t even close your shorts.” “Yeah, so?” Mikey lifted his shirt. His belly, once barely chubby, was now fat and sagging over his pants. His chest drooped a little. He lifted up his belly to show his pants were unbuttoned as well. “I had to do the same thing man. Looks like those pizzas are catchin’ up with us.” They laughed and dialed the number for Dominos. The next month, Troy noticed that all the guys in the dorm were starting to get as fat as he was getting. Their bellies and beginning love handles jiggled as they walked down the hall to the showers. Troy felt his chest bounce slightly whenever he walked down stairs at school. He decided it was time to go to the gym – at least to work on his pecs and weigh himself. He was schocked when the scale read 205 pounds – that was over thirty pounds in two and a half months! Though all the guys on the campus were looking like him – hearty, well-fed All-American guys. He thought about working out again but decided to give up on the exercises and get something to eat instead. When he went home for Thanksgiving his parents said nothing about his weight. He was given generous portions of turkey, mashed potatoes made with cream covered in butter, and an apple pie that he finished off with a pint of Vanilla ice cream smoothed over the top. He was so used to eating McDonald’s and junk late night at school that he drove out at two in the morning to Wendy’s to get a triple classic, fries and a frosty – scarfing down his meal in the car. That weekend his Dad bought him new 38” pants and XL shirts. While in line, his Dad patted his son’s gut. “Careful, buddy,” he said, “you’re a bigger size than me now.” Troy blushed. He noticed the slender male models on the Gap ads on the walls in the store. And then looked down at his gut—which stuck out over his ever-tightening pants. On the flight back to school, he had dropped his Sports Illustrated magazine on the floor. When he bent down to pick it up, the button popped off. “Damnit,” he said under his breath, “these are brand new pants.” Later that night, in the dorm room, he told Mikey about how he stuffed himself all Thanksgiving and how his button had popped off of his 38” pants. Mikey laughed, “Dude, I’m wearing a 42”. You probably need a 40” now, at least!” In the weeks before Christmas break, Troy noticed how fat all the guys had gotten. All of them had more fat not only on their stomachs, chests, and butts, but on their backs. Late at night in bed, Troy would feel his back and grab a handful of flesh. It was such a strange sensation – his whole life, his back had been lean and strong. Troy had started to get a dozen Dunkin’ Donuts in the morning. He’d bring the box back to his room and cram them in his mouth, washing them down with two or three whole milk quarts. He went to the gym again. This time the scale settled on 230. He was a little ashamed that he had gotten so fat so quickly but he was pretty happy with his new heft. He liked how he could prop a book on his fat belly and read while fingering the blonde hairs around his deepening belly button. He’d lay a pizza box on it while watching TV or a pint of ice cream. Right before break, he was alone in his room, remembering that he had his yearbook from his senior year. He flipped to his photograph, barely recognizing the face—so slim and jocky with full lips. Now there was dip below his jawline—the beginnings of a double chin—and his cheeks were chubby and doughy. He kept his blonde crew cut though and his eyes were still vibrant and blue. He found a shirtless picture of him at a swim meet—his chest flat and smooth. Now, his chest sagged towards his fat gut—he grabbed it with his hand and shook. He thought to try to find his Speedos from the swim team stashed in one of his suitcases. He struggled to get the Speedo past his knees. He remembered how hard and muscular his legs were, now they wobbled and rubbed together when he walked. His fat butt sagged out of his Speedo. His gut jiggled over it. Before his skin was tan and taught over his muscles – now it was white and flabby. He thought about all the food he had been stuffing in his face (donuts, ice cream, pizza, burgers, full fat milk) – it made him horny, he started jerking off in the mirror, staring at his jiggly fat flesh until he came all over the glass. Later Mikey walked in with four large Dominos Pizzas (they started eating two apiece recently) and a couple six packs of beer. Mikey was wearing a T-shirt that rode up over his belly button and red cotton drawstring pants that fit so tight, Troy could see where Mikey’s butt crack was. They watched ESPN and toasted to a good Christmas. Mikey downed his beer quickly and burped—his belly bouncing a little as he did that. They devoured their pizzas and ate in silence. Then after the second six pack, Troy put his hand on Mikey’s gut—fuzzed with dark hair. Mikey leaned in and kissed Troy—squeezing Troy’s flabby pecs. Soon, the drunk boys were on the bed. Troy tried to pull down Mikey’s red sweat pants but they were painted-on his fat ass. “Dude, I can’t get these past your fat ass.” Mikey kissed Troy’s full lips and pulled them off himself. Troy felt a little sweat on the small of Mikey’s back—right before the elastic band on his briefs. They both slipped their briefs off and Troy felt Mikey’s cock against his newly fattened thigh. Mikey’s heavy fat body was now on top of Troy—they rubbed against each other in the TV light, Troy tasting pepperoni and beer on Mikey’s breath. “It looks like you’ve been eating too much this semester,” Mikey whispered, grabbing handfuls of Troy’s lovehandles. Troy grabbed Mikey’s soft pecs, “You too, fatty. I bet you’re 250 now.” When Troy squeezed Mikey’s ass, he noticed how flabby it was—like his own—and then he thought how good a semester they had together, stuffing their face with all the junk they wanted and how back home he’d have pie and turkey and cookies and chocolate and go out for late-night burger runs. His Dad would buy him 42” pants and he would go back on the flight, pop a button on his new pants and continue to grow with his buddy.

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