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This tiktoker and former high school athlete admitted that he went from 75 kg to over 170 kg in less than 3 years.

He is only 21 years old. Telling his story with his weight, he said that he was very thin all his life and that he only gained weight in the last 3 years when he started working as a music producer and gave up football.

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Plump Prison: Part 2

Something about the ease in which Donnie accepted his status as a big, heavy, thick man made it feel right to him. He was three hundred and fifteen pounds, and he wasn’t going to lose weight because society told him to.

Donnie and Loren continued their mealtime shenanigans as normal: giving each other the food they didn’t want and then always going back for seconds, or more. Donnie wasn’t sure if he would continue to work out with Loren, but then decided he did like working out moderately.

When Donnie got a bicep pump from arm day, his arms didn’t look more muscular, they just looked bigger because of his solid layer of fat above the muscle, and he liked that, so he kept working out. Moderately, at least. Enough to stay agile in his three hundred and fifteen pound body.

The week passed quickly and it was time for Donnie to visit the doctor again. When he stepped into Doctor Surrey’s office, he proudly plopped down on the bed he knew was weighing him and gave it a nonchalant look. “Your blood tests all came back normal, so I don’t think we have anything to worry about,” said Doctor Surrey. “Do you have any idea what might have caused your weight gain?”

“Actually, I do,” said Donnie. He felt so scientific. “I found out from the cafeteria that the recommended portions give us about 2,500 Calories per day. And I had been eating about double the recommended portions.”

Doctor Surrey did some mental math, and finally said “Alright, that seems plausible. Let’s keep working out, and I’ll check up on you every so often. How does that sound?”

“Great!” exclaimed Donnie.

“Let’s just see where your weight sits this week.” The doctor walked over to the side of the table with the reading. “Three twenty-five.”

“I guess I have continued eating at the same pace,” admitted Donnie.

“Let’s check your heart and lungs one more time to make sure this isn’t fluid buildup. Shirt off.”

Donnie could feel that his belly was sitting on his lap a little more because it took a little extra force to remove his shirt from under his overhang when he took it off. The breathing check came back normal, but this time, Donnie reveled in the feeling of his moob folding over the stethoscope when the doctor pushed it in that area. When Doctor Surrey asked him to lay back, Donnie realized he loved feeling his chest rush toward his face, which gave him a partial boner. He hoped the doctor wouldn’t see, but didn’t really care either way.

“Alright,” Doctor Surrey concluded, “Maybe go easy on the prison food. You’re healthy, but don’t push it. Your BMI is now above forty-five. You’re about a hundred and thirty-six pounds overweight at this point.”

“Sounds good, doc. Thank you!” Donnie could feel his half boner becoming full and wet. He half-way put on his shirt and practically ran out of the doctor’s office. He hadn’t masturbated since he arrived in prison 17 days earlier. It had been too long, and being told he was one hundred and thirty-six pounds too fat had done it. He had to masturbate now.

He walked through the halls quickly, relishing every jiggle he felt his body make, looking for Loren. Three twenty-five! He had entered prison barely two weeks earlier thinking he was around two fifty, and how he was equidistant from three hundred and three fifty. What a man. That’s how he felt. More man was more manly.

Finally he found Loren. “I need your help. I need alone time now!” Donnie pleaded.

“Are you okay? What’s up?”

“Just get me somewhere where I can bust a nut, please.” Donnie was giddy with sexual energy.

“Okay, just let me think.” Loren was trying to help, but private time was intentionally hard to come by in prison, and neither of them wanted to be the kind of guy who masturbated in bed at night when everyone could hear. “I think I have a place, but it’s cramped.”

“I don’t care!” Donnie whined.

Loren walked him to a main hall. What were they doing there? Loren walked a little slowly, and Donnie realized he was waiting for the people to clear out. “I have mopping duty today, so when nobody is around, I’m going to grab the mopping stuff out of the utility closet in this hallway and close the door. You can have the inside and I’ll stay on the lookout while I mop. Cum on one of the rags in there and I’ll make sure to wash it afterwards.”

This is why you need friends in jail, thought Donnie. He could have kissed Loren, but didn’t want to send the wrong message. When it was clear, he hopped in the closet and practically threw the mopping equipment at Loren. Then Loren closed the door and started to mop as loudly as possible.

The closet was tiny and lined with crap on all sides. But part of that was in Donnie’s favor - he was so big now that he thought closets were tiny. Damn. He sat down on the floor, leaning his back on the tools that looked like they could best sustain three hundred and twenty-five pounds of man, and pulled his pants down to his ankles. His cock was already pushed through the hole in the front of his boxers, so he just found a rag and laid it on his stomach. Damn, his belly was too big and the rag was too small, so it fell to the floor. That was hot, but it would be a minor inconvenience. Donnie put the rag on his left thigh.

Donnie masturbated quite a bit before jail, but it was always laying on his back watching porn of women with enormous tits. Maybe the big tits were my hint that I liked big everything, thought Donnie. If only he had ever masturbated sitting up, maybe he would have realized how much his own belly turned him on. Or maybe it wouldn’t have. He was seventy-five pounds lighter the last time he had a relaxed jack off, he estimated.

Sitting on the grimy floor didn’t hurt, surprisingly. He thought of it as a very poetic setting. He had devolved from a normal-ish weight guy masturbating to mainstream porn in a comfy bed to an objectively fat guy masturbating to his weight gain on the floor of a prison closet. And the fact that he had to mostly sit up just made it that much better. He felt his small but now noticeably larger overhanging belly splay on his legs. When he grabbed his cock, he couldn’t not feel his belly pushing against his arm. Masturbating itself, at least sitting, was a constant reminder of his notable size.

He thought of the times that he felt too big before. Right when he got to college at two hundred and thirty pounds - and apparently five eleven, as the jail assured him - his frat had a pool party. He was only slightly self conscious about taking his shirt off, mostly because the other frat members loved to “bean dip” him, quickly thrusting their fingers under his small boobs to make them jiggle a bit. He was the biggest guy in his fraternity, which he thought said more about their lack of diversity than his size, but regardless, one of the hottest girls at the pool party struck up a conversation with him and they hooked up. He ended up taking pride in the fact that he was handsome enough to get with one of the hottest girls at the pool party, even as the fattest guy there. He guessed that’s where he got a lot of his confidence and lack of body shame. So many of his frat bros spent hours at the gym every day to get typically hot bods, but his slightly chubby body got him just as much attention.

And that was nearly a hundred pounds ago, he thought, as he realized he was about to blow. I’ve gained ninety five pounds since then. I bet she’d love to be beneath me even more now. He lost control. He pointed his cock toward his left leg where the wash rag was laying. Most of the time he ejaculated in five squirts - three pretty big ones, and two follow up ones that felt just as good, but weren’t as big. This one felt like an eternity of ejaculation. His first three loads shot well past the rag and all over his knee, the floor, and some brooms. The next few went right into the rag, and then those few became five or ten.

Did he make a noise? He had no idea. He hadn’t cared. He didn’t hear anything outside the door, so he decided not to worry about it. Loren had his back. He looked down at the mess he made and felt a sense that he had missed an opportunity. He had cum so hard to realizing he had gained ninety-five pounds and he didn’t even give his new, thick body the attention it deserved.

He looked down at his chest and belly. Did it have to be a wasted opportunity? He just admired it. His moobs were almost big enough that they would fold over when he stood. His belly did hang and create a little upside-down pocket in every position except laying. His thighs and ass were filling out his boxers nicely. How long before his moobs would just rest on his belly?

His boner didn’t go away. He grabbed it with his right hand and realized that he could definitely go again. He started to stroke. It felt like the first time he had ever masturbated.

Intentionally giving his body the attention it deserved, he started exploring it with his left hand. He stuck his thumb in his belly button and grabbed the main roll of his stomach. Sitting, his overhang went to his second knuckle. What a big hang, he thought, realizing he would probably soon think of it as rather small. He followed the hang leftward toward the side of his body and realized his overhang now extended all the way. He slowly started draping his fingers up the side of his body. It was so much more curvaceous than he knew. Not only did his belly hang to the side, he now had a permanent roll about halfway up. If this was what three twenty-five got him, he definitely needed to see higher numbers.

He decided his big belly was his favorite part of his new body, so he stuck his fingers as far as he could under his overhang again. He couldn’t wait until it covered more. Then he just watched. The arm motion of masturbating caused his soft chest to shake rather violently, more on the right than on the left. Then the pounding of his fist into his slightly larger fat pad sent ripples up his body that became waves in his stomach. That was it. He loved how his body looked, and he loved how it felt when it jiggled. Before he even realized it, his cock began to sputter and shoot. The dinner bell rang just as he started cumming. He didn’t have any more big shots left, but he still sent five normal-sized shots right into the cum rag, high body jiggling even more violently as he climaxed.

He felt like he was possibly going to black out. He had never cum so hard in his life. How had he missed appreciating his body for so long? He gathered his composure, reassured himself he was strong enough to lift his three hundred and twenty five pound self out of the position, and prepared himself to leave the closet, embracing every jiggle. “Loren?!” He whispered loudly.

The door popped open slightly, revealing just enough of Loren’s face to tell Donnie that he was really happy. “You ready to come out? The coast is clear.”

“Yeah, let’s get some food, that was a workout.”

Loren swung open the door and looked around. “You had some fun, huh?”

“What can I use to clean up that cum on the floor and brooms?”

“Don’t worry about it. I want to clean it up. Get your skinny ass to dinner!”

Skinny?! He wasn’t sure if he loved or hated that. But he wasn’t going to ask questions. That jack off session made him hungrier than he had ever been in jail, hungrier than the first day and hungrier than the morning after he skipped dinner. Donnie walked straight to dinner and saw the long line. That always happened at the start of dinner. He wanted to see if he could cut like Loren had done the first day there. He walked toward the front of the line and just was himself - not overly confident or trying to be intimidating. “Mind if I cut in right here? I’m about to starve,” he said, half-way joking, rubbing his hanging belly.

“Sure, lard ass. You clearly can’t stand being hungry for more than thirty seconds.” The guy thought that was whitty, but Donnie quite enjoyed it.

“Thank you.” Donnie replied.

It was the night of green mush, red mush, water soup, and dinner rolls again. He had gotten three of them on his plate but they were out of green mush, which Donnie actually liked. “Would you like to wait for more spinach or get extra soup?” the worker asked.

Donnie wanted the spinach, but he also saw an opportunity. “I’ll wait,” he said. As soon as the worker turned around to go refill the platter, Donnie popped his dinner roll in his mouth. When the worker came back with a full plate of spinach, Donnie asked “Can I get a little extra of that? It’s my favorite!” The worker begrudgingly complied. “Oh, and you forgot my roll.”

He looked at Donnie suspiciously, but really didn’t care. “Here ya go!”

Donnie walked past Officer Harris on the way to sit at his table. He was done being embarrassed about getting a boner in front of him. Donnie didn’t even know what his sexuality was anymore. Surely he liked his own body bigger, but was he also too welcoming to certain comments from Loren to consider himself only straight? Was it just a sexual phase because of prison? He didn’t care. He sat down at the table, tucked his XXL shirt under his three hundred and twenty-five pound hanging belly, and he ate. And then he ate again. And then he ate for a third time just before Loren arrived.

“Hey, what happened that got you so worked up?” asked Loren.

Donnie didn’t know if he could recount the story without getting into another frenzy. “Well, I gained another ten pounds, and the doctor gave me a stern talking-to. But I just realized I love how it all feels.”

“Yeah? Damn, so you’re three twenty-five now? Almost as heavy as I am!” teased Loren.

In that moment, Donnie realized he had never considered Loren sexually. Loren was clearly sexual with him, but his disregard for Loren’s impressive size seemed deafening. “Oh yeah? Well you can’t get beat out by a young guy. How much do you weigh now?”

Loren contemplated for a bit. “It’s been a bit since I’ve been weighed. But I’m not trying to gain, I’m happy maintaining. I suppose I’m around three thirty.”

“That’s nothing!” exclaimed Donnie. “I bet my fat days are already heavier than your skinny days.”

“You haven’t surpassed the sensei yet, young one,” Loren said with a laugh.

Donnie couldn’t stop. He went back two more times, for a total of five dinners, plus whatever else Loren gave him. On his fifth and final trip through the line, Officer Harris stopped him. “How many times have you gone through today, Donnie? Three?”

Donnie didn’t know what was the best answer. “Yeah, this is my third.”

“Come here!” Donnie was worried. “Let me tell you a secret,” Harris continued. “We’re only supposed to allow you guys to go through here once, but the boss gets pissed when we throw food out. Make sure everyone else has eaten and you can eat as much as you want afterwards. Shit, eat more than you want, cuz I’m tired of gettin’ chewed out for wasted money. Sound good, big boy?”

Relieved, and pretty turned on by being called “big boy,” Donnie replied “Absolutely. Thank you, sir!” and hurried back to his table. He felt so full and fulfilled. He slept like a baby that night and woke up ready to continue his journey in the morning.

Donnie waited a little longer during breakfast the next morning before getting seconds. However, right when he did, an officer he didn’t recognize told him sternly that he could not get seconds and walked him to put his tray in the washing area. Donnie was so confused, because for almost three weeks, he had never seen a guard actually confront anyone about breaking the rule. Was this specific to him as one of the biggest guys in the prison now?

The same thing happened at lunch, and then dinner, and then breakfast the next day. By day two of only 3,000 Calories per day, Donnie and Loren were hangry. It wasn’t until dinner of the second day that they saw officer Harris. After finishing their dinner, Donnie motioned to Officer Harris that he wanted to talk. He wanted to know how it went from eating whatever they wanted, to getting the green light to do so, to immediately and forcefully the opposite.

“It’s Doctor Surrey,” Harris explained. “He told the warden that some of the inmates were gaining weight so fast it was unhealthy, so the warden cracked the whip and most of the officers fell in line. I still won’t say anything if you eat more.”

So that’s how Donnie and Loren lived for two weeks. They had one serving of breakfast, lunch, and dinner, unless Officer Harris was the lone guard on duty in the cafeteria, and then they would basically eat until the food was gone. Same with the masturbation sessions. Whenever Donnie was feeling it, which was nearly daily now, Loren would “mop the floors” while Donnie spanked one out while feeling his new, bigger belly in the utility closet.

And at the end of the two weeks, Donnie had another visit with Doctor Surrey. While Donnie secretly loved the fact that he was so fat that the doctor told on him, he had to play coy with Doctor Surrey. The doctor confirmed on the bed and on the talking scale that Donnie’s weight had gone down to three nineteen. No reaction boner from Donnie, but he put on a fake smile. “Thank you for helping me out, Doctor. At this rate, I’ll leave prison the same weight as I came in or possibly lighter.” Because Donnie was losing weight and had always been healthy, the doctor agreed they didn’t need to have another appointment for four weeks.

After the appointment, it was jack off time. It had pretty much been the same time every day, but it was definitely time after a doctor’s visit, Donnie reasoned. He got into the closet, plopped his fat ass down on the floor, and grabbed his cock. This was it now. He was nearly three hundred and twenty pounds now after losing weight. Nearly? That wasn’t going to cut it. Not even three twenty, Donnie couldn’t get an erection. He still liked his body, but three nineteen was too small! He needed to be heavier!

That night at dinner, he explained to Loren that he was worried his new weight loss had made him impotent. Loren had no idea the food restriction would have such a profound effect on Donnie, so he assured Donnie he had a plan. He gave Donnie all his dinner that night. Donnie said he wouldn’t take it, but he needed to get over three twenty again, and Loren said he had other ways to eat. Donnie finally ate it, feeling unsatisfied but not hungry, and then lazed around in his bed until the lights went out.

It normally took him about thirty minutes to go to sleep, and right about when he was out, he felt a strong hand poking his love handles. He looked up, and couldn’t make out much but he knew it was Loren’s figure. Loren pulled at him a bit, so he got up and followed. They took the long way to the cafeteria after spotting a guard the short way, and when they arrived, Loren whipped out a key. A key?

“What is that to?” asked Donnie.

“I went and asked the main cook where the keys go at night. You know he’s a prisoner, too, right?” Donnie had no idea, but that is what he saw in this prison shows. “The keys go back to a guarded area, but not a locked area, so I just waited around until the guard left, and snuck in to grab the kitchen key. He won’t notice it’s gone because he won’t look for it until the morning.

Genius, Donnie thought. It was that simple?! They rummaged through the kitchen until they found the same food they had had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. If food was going to waste, the most likely would be the food they had just eaten, they reasoned. Donnie went through another breakfast, another lunch, and another dinner, while Loren just watched.

After a couple nights of this, Donnie realized that Loren hadn’t really eaten that much during regular eating hours - he had given the bulk of his extra food to Donnie.

“Hey, do you really eat that much less than I do?” asked Donnie.

“Yeah,” Loren laughed. “I was trying to hide it to make you want to eat more. I had a hunch you would like it. I also lied about a lot of my likes and dislikes so I could give you the food you wanted.”

At first, Donnie was upset. Had he been groomed to be like this? Then he thought about it more. Even if Loren had been doing some deceitful things, it was Donnie who realized he loved this all on his own. “Well, it worked!” Donnie laughed back. “I just hope I can eat enough at nights to make up for the normal meals during the day.”

“I think I can help with that.” After that point, Loren seemed to be even more attentive to Donnie’s needs. He prepared more food for him at night and shared more food with him during the day. After about a week, Loren noticed that Donnie hadn’t used the utility closet since his last doctor’s visit. He worried it was too personal to bring up with Donnie because of their sexual differences, so he tried to think of more delicate ways to bring it up.

The next day at lunch, Donnie made a sexual joke, and Loren thought it was his only shot. “Haha, how has your sex drive been, by the way?”

Donnie seemed shocked. “Oh... I guess it’s been nonexistent.” He hadn’t even thought about his sexual drive since learning he had dipped to three nineteen. “I don’t think I’ve gotten hard since that last doctor’s visit.”

“I’m not sure that’s healthy. Do you know how to solve that?” Loren pressed.

“Yeah, I guess I need to see that my body is back to a weight that turns me on,” said Donnie.

“It looks like I have two keys to steal tonight!” Loren teased excitedly.

That night when Loren came to get Donnie, he asked if Donnie wanted to go to the kitchen or the doctor’s office first.

Donnie thought long and hard. How would he feel if he didn’t eat first and hadn’t gained weight? Or how would he feel if he did eat first? Was that cheating? He decided he needed to feel legitimate in his weight, and decided to go to the doctor’s office first.

By this time, sneaking through the halls at night was second nature for the two. They got to the doctor’s office and Loren quickly and quietly slipped the key into the door, and they were in!

Donnie giddily hopped onto the bed scale, but before he could get a look at his new weight, Loren grabbed his face. “Do you just want to weigh yourself, or do you want to recreate the whole experience?” Donnie hadn’t even thought of that! “If you want to, just tell me what the doctor does that might contribute to turning you on, and I’ll do it.”

Donnie decided it sounded hot, and he gently guided Loren. “Well, on my first visit, he asked me why he was seeing me.”

“And I guess I never knew why. Why are you here to see me, Mr. Donnie?”

Yeah, Donnie found this pretty hot. “I’m here to see you because of my morbid obesity.”

“Are you kidding?!” said Loren, shocked. Donnie’s face indicated that he wasn’t. “I am heavier than you, and they didn’t send me for shit!”

The room was silent for a while.

“Or you were heavier than me,“ Donnie hoped out loud. “Next, he asks me to take off my shirt and uses the stethoscope to listen to my breathing.”

“Alright, please remove your shirt, young man,” Loren tried. Donnie gave him a look that let him know he was maybe trying too hard, and then Donnie removed his shirt. “Good lord! You have definitely grown since last time I saw this view!”

Donnie was simultaneous mortified that his imaginary doctor was making such direct comments and turned on that it was that noticeable. “I guess I’ve been eating well,” he said sheepishly, feeling his boner come in for the first time in too long.

Loren grabbed the stethoscope off the wall and pretended to listen to Donnie’s breathing. “Your lungs are in great shape,” Doctor Loren concluded.

Donnie became aware when Loren was basically cupping his breast that Loren’s enormous cock was raging. He didn’t want to judge Loren for having the same reaction he was having, but Loren was about to find out. “Then I lay on my back and he presses into my stomach and hips to look for a hernia.” Donnie laid back and exposed his erection to Loren. “Hey, Loren. I just wanted to say. I am really turned on right now, but I don’t want to do anything together. Is that okay?”

“Of course, dude,” Loren assured him as he started to dig around Donnie’s belly. Loren was doing it basically perfectly, and then after about a minute, he asked “Like this?”

Donnie wanted to know what else this belly exploration had in store. “No...”

Loren began to move around his stomach more like a massage. Pressing firmly sometimes, softly other times, finding different angles. After a few minutes, he asked again. “Like this?”

“No...” Donnie said again.

For the third round, Loren placed his hands under the hang of Donnie’s belly and started slowly pushing up and then letting them come back down, so Donnie’s big belly and moobs were flowing like the ocean. “Like this?”

It was so similar to what Donnie felt when he jacked off - but he wasn’t - that it turned him on in a new way he didn’t know that his girth could help. “Yes!” Donnie moaned, breathless. “Loren, is it okay if I jack off right now?”

“Of course, big boy. If you cum enough, you’re bound to lose enough weight,” he joked. And Donnie loved the jokes.

He arched his body to the right so he could reach his cock more easily. He was shocked how much more fat he had rippling up and down his sides, so he just felt his body shake as he gently stroked his cock. Part of him hated how good it felt for his belly to be jiggled. It was so simple, almost like a “cum button,” a phrase he thought he’d never use.

It felt great, and he wanted it to last forever, but he also wanted more. “How much do I weigh this time, doctor?”

Loren removed his hand briefly to get a solid reading of the scale, but Donnie’s body kept jiggling. “It looks like you are three hundred and thirty pounds on the dot.”

Immediately Donnie felt like the base of his cock was the strongest muscle in his body, and he felt like he was in control of it. He shot a huge splash of semen up to his neck, the next one landed just in the fold of his right moob, and the last three covered his wide, jiggly belly with his thick, white cream. He felt like he would fall asleep.

He heard some weird sounds coming from Loren. “Ffuuck,” he was breathing really hard. “Is it alright if I pump one out, too, man?”

“Of course!” Donnie responded intuitively.

“Just stay there,” said Loren. Admiring the beautiful curves and mountains that made Donnie’s new body was nearly enough to make Loren cum immediately. He had been saving up for a while in hopes that this would happen. It was even hotter to see Donnie’s peaks and valleys become snow-capped. Loren grabbed something and then Donnie felt a stack of paper towels land on his stomach. “This is fucking amazing, but I wanna see your body in all its glory. Clean up and sit up for me.”

Donnie grabbed the paper towels and cleaned his entire torso, loving how it felt digging into his fat to make sure all his cum had soaked into the paper towels. He flexed his stomach to start to sit up, which made his stomach grow noticeably. He struggled a bit to sit up on the first try, but when he got there, his belly sat beautifully on his lap and Loren noticed for the first time that Donnie’s moobs were making a roll while he sat relaxed. Donnie barely had time to realizing again how enormous Loren’s cock was when Loren finished. His cock was like two large fists stacked on top of each other, so he had a wide grip and a long stroke. He felt powerful as he watched what felt like buckets of semen erupt from the gargantuan cock and realized that watching his own body had caused that, in about thirty seconds, no less.

Donnie laid back down, calmed his jiggling belly and moobs, and they both fell asleep.

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Plump Prison: Part 1

Donnie had been a big fan of prison shows, and now he wished he hadn’t been. Knowing every small detail of the dramatized version of prison sent his brain into a sequence of nightmares and worse case scenarios because he, the hard-working nice guy, was on his way to prison.

When Donnie left his parents’ home in Florida to go to college in Georgia, he thought nothing of his address. After graduating college with high grades and an engineering degree, he got a job in Atlanta but kept his parents’ mailing address for convenience. It wasn’t until he was in court for tax evasion and address fraud that he even thought about the possible consequences.

At 6 feet tall, Donnie had always been... pleasantly plump, he preferred to say. About two-thirty when he arrived at college, he crept up just past two-fifty by graduation. Sitting all day doing engineering homework didn’t help, but he didn’t mind it. He just thought of himself as a soft, huggable guy, still attractive and dateable. But then when he realized his charges might actually carry some serious consequences, he learned what stress eating was. Solid but “not fat” Donnie quickly gained weight during his trial and ultimate conviction. He didn’t know what his weight was now, he could just tell by the way his clothes felt. They just kept getting slightly tighter, but he didn’t care. His belly sat on his lap just a little during the car ride. His parents insisted on driving him there to say goodbye. He was going to jail. It was so surreal that nothing else mattered.

Zoned out, contemplating his life and future possibilities, he hadn’t even realized that they had arrived at the prison until the car stopped and he felt his slightly larger chest shake. “Let’s get this over with,” he said to his parents. His mom would not stop crying, and his dad showed the most emotion Donnie had ever seen. Dear God, it’s only two months, Donnie wanted to say. He finally got away from his parents, an odd relief considering where he was headed, and so started the movie scenes he was all too familiar with.

They sent him into a room with a medical-looking guard that turned out to be the cavity search. “Clothes off, fat ass,” another guard ordered sternly. Fat ass? He had never been made fun of for his weight, but apparently his recent weight gain put him into that territory. He wanted to build a good relationship with the guards, if possible, so he just put all his belongings, including clothes, in something that looked like an airport x-ray tray, and immediately the guard yelled “Now bend over!” It was so cold in the room that his penis was fully shrunk. As he bent over and put his hands on a chair, he felt his chest and stomach start to shake with the abrupt stop. “At least this extra pudge is keeping me warm,” he thought. Not so fast. The medical-looking guard sat behind him and quickly globbed some equally cold lube on his anus. Donnie felt a shiver run through his body. Before he could even calm his body down, he felt a latex glove slip firmly inside him, dragging with it the cold goo.

His whole body clenched, and he could feel his slightly hanging stomach and chest move as the muscles beneath them flexed. Donnie was straight and had had a few unfulfilling relationships during college, but chose to focus on his work for the few years since then. He had some gay acquaintances, or almost-friends, but nobody close enough for him to ask his straight man questions to: “Doesn’t anal sex just hurt?” That question was no longer applicable. Breathing heavily, Donnie realized his hole had opened quite easily for the two fingers doing reconnaissance inside him. At a few points, it might have actually felt good. He was too cold and violated to pass judgement. He did know that many men, including straight men, acknowledge that prostate stimulation feels great. Maybe he’d leave prison a little more sexually adventurous. He half scoffed and half looked forward to that, but it felt too cliche.

“All done. No contraband,” the officer said as he ripped off the glove and threw it into the garbage. Donnie wanted to make a joke about how many guys the officer had done that to, but thought it best to get to know the guards before trying sexual humor.

Donnie stood up as the meaner one snapped “What size clothes, faggot?”

Another insult Donnie had never been called. He brushed it off. “Um, XL shirt and thirty-eight pants,” he lied, but he did wear a thirty-eight in some brands still. He hoped the prison clothes ran big.

“This isn’t a mall,” the guard responded. “XL!” he yelled through a mail slot on the wall. After a few seconds, some orange clothes shot through the hole on onto the floor. Yep, bright orange, just like on TV. “Get dressed,” the forceful demands of simple tasks continued.

Donnie skidded his feet over to where the clothes had landed. Something about receiving his first anal experience made him feel like he couldn’t walk normally. Why did this guard have to be so rude? Officer Harris, his pin read.

He grabbed the pile of clothes, found the extra large boxers, pulled them up over his round cheeks, and felt some of the lube wet the fabric. Gross. Now I have to sit in cold wetness for a few hours, he thought. But then he felt an unexpected, similarly cold sensation on the other side. His penis had gone through the hole in the front of the boxers, and was fully exposed to the cold room. He quickly went from embarrassed to calm. After all, everyone in the room had just seen literally everything. And then regressed to mortified when he realized he was erect. Tiny and shriveled from the cold, but rock hard and erect.

That’s why they had called him faggot! “I’m not... This isn’t normal. I didn’t like it. I’m straight. Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Get dressed!“ screamed Officer Harris.

Donnie tried to adjust his shrunken ball sack and boner to get inside the boxers. Not only was his erection the problem, he realized the extra large boxers weren’t large enough. The boxers were pulled so tight around his butt cheeks that it caused the hole at the front to be open permanently. But he didn’t want to complain to the guard who had just yelled at him, so he quickly grabbed the pants and shirt and threw them on.

Oh no, he thought. The clothes didn’t fit. The orange pants were tight from his mid-quads all the way up to the elastic waistband, comically so. He was surprised they even fit without ripping. The shirt didn’t seem bad, but then he looked down and realized that any little movement was causing his torso to be partially exposed. Even in most standing positions, the bottom of his little belly was showing, just barely hanging, covering not even a centimeter of his waist. “I think I need the next size up,” Donnie said.

With a hint of humanity in his face, Harris leaned back toward the hole the clothes came out of and screamed “Can we get a double XL?” And then they waited.

Donnie kept trying to pull down his shirt and slightly move in the pants, hoping they would stretch out. No luck. About a minute later, a voice answered. “XL is the biggest we have right now!”

“Sorry, chubs. You’re gonna have to deal with this,” said Officer Harris, with a bit more compassion. “Keep it movin’,” he said, pointing toward the next door.

Donnie walked through and realized it was where he would get photographed, measured, and fingerprinted for easy future identification. The mug shot and finger prints went easily enough. He had never been embarrassed about his body or weight, but it was uncomfortable to get weighed in clothes that were too small after what was surely a lot of weight gain in a short time. “How much do you weigh?” asked a new guard.

“Um...” Donnie wasn’t sure what to say. “two sixty,” he guessed finally.

The guard looked at him with a disbelieving side eye and turned to the old school scale with the two sliding pieces. She threw the bigger slider to two-fifty and the smaller one to fifteen. “Hop on,” she said, as if it was too much work for her. The right side of the scale shot upward. Donnie was relieved. That guard thought he was lying about his weight, but he was less than two sixty-five! But she wasn’t even looking at the scale. Donnie hadn’t noticed that the scale also measured height. The guard slapped down the flat stick on top of his head. “Five eleven,” she said as she wrote.

“Oh, I’m six foot,” said Donnie, wondering why he was suddenly concerned about his height.

“Alright... stand up straight,” she said, unamused. She reset the contraption and set it back down on his head, slightly gentler this time. “Still five eleven. You can claim six with shoes on, alright?” Then she folded up the height measurement and moved onto the weight. Donnie was relieved he hadn’t gained more than fifteen pounds during his trial. She started sliding the indicator right, toward the heavier numbers. Donnie was confused. The scale said he weighed less than two sixty-five, but she was pushing it as if he weighed more.

It passed two seventy-five. He wondered if he should tell her she was wrong or just keep his mouth shut. Again, for the sake of making a good impression, he wasn’t going to correct her. But she kept pushing it heavier.

He thought for a minute. The goal of these scales was to balance... so if the right side of the scale moved upward, the indicator did need to move to higher numbers. She wasn’t wrong, he was! It passed two eight-five.

He was in such disbelief that he had even gained fifteen pounds, but she was right, and he had gained much more. It passed two ninety-five. But just barely. Two hundred and ninety-seven pounds.

“As if I wasn’t going to find out you were lying,” she snapped, obviously angry. “You’re just wasting my fuckin’ time by lying by forty pounds.” 

Being nice and honest had always worked in Donnie’s favor. He wanted to continue that with the guards in hopes of as pleasant a stay as possible. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. Last time I weighed myself, I was two fifty,” he explained.

The guard quickly glanced down at his tight clothes. “Yeah... I believe you. You’re fine. Move on to the next window and tell them your shoe size.”

He was in a weird place. Not thinking about prison or his life afterwards. He kept thinking “How did I gain forty-seven pounds in three months?” He must have gained some weight before the trial stress weight, he concluded. He used to think three hundred was so big, but here he was, closer to three hundred than two ninety, and he didn’t feel big. Maybe he was a bit judgemental about people over three hundred pounds, but now he realized he shouldn’t be.

“Hey, uh... Donnie! One more thing,” the guard caught him right before he passed the doorway. “That puts you at a BMI of forty-two point five, morbidly obese. That means you get a doctor visit. He’ll be here next week, and you’ll have an appointment.”

Of course, Donnie thought. He still didn’t think he was that big, but apparently he was now “morbidly obese.” Morbidly obese?! Doctors are so judgemental, they have to assign ridiculous medical names to the pleasantly plump, he told himself with a little laugh.

He got his shoe size right on the first try, and then they threw some bedding at him and escorted him through a few locked doors until he was actually in prison. He followed a guard to his cell, which wasn’t really a cell at all. Most of the “cells” he was were permanently open, he supposed for prisoners that weren’t violent. He was in no rush to do anything, so he made his bed as slowly as his body wanted. His shirt rode up with every movement, exposing his love handles and belly to the cold air in the prison. As if losing his freedom wasn’t enough, he also had to be oddly cold in certain parts of his body during most parts of the day. 

KRRRRRRR! A bell rang and Donnie jumped so hard his shirt rode up past his belly button. Luckily, nobody was around except the guard who had shown him to his bed, who was clearly amused. Donnie grabbed his little XL shirt and pulled it down. “What was that? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, it means it’s time for lunch,” the guard explained.

Lunch! Donnie had forgotten about eating entirely. He was consumed by his despair. But food sounded amazing right now. Should I watch the food a little after finding out I’m forty-seven pounds heavier than I thought? he wondered. No, he didn’t look that different than he did at twenty-two years old, and he wasn’t going to let a little baby fat withhold from him what was likely to be his sole pleasure here in prison. “Where’s the cafeteria?” he asked, trying not to seem too eager.

The guard walked him to the cafeteria, which wasn’t far from Donnie’s bed, but it was anything but appetizing. There was a distinct smell of food, but not a good smell, and this was the first time he had seen any of the other prisoners. The way they looked at him, he knew the prison was small enough for them to recognize the new people immediately. With his little belly peaking out, he knew he had to exude confidence. He walked at an intentionally medium pace, with a little more movement than he normally walked with, toward the start of the food line.

It appeared that there were no choices. He got some green mush with rice, some red mush with yellow chunks, some soup that was mostly broth, and a dinner roll. Perhaps his hunger was to his favor, because this looked like possibly the least flavorful meal he would ever eat, but he was still excited for it, even though he wished he could have twice as much, or more.

He reminded himself to use his swagger, and walked to the emptier side of the cafeteria and sat down alone. He didn’t want to seem too interested in finding friends, and maybe he could be a silent loner. Officer Harris, the guard who saw his boner, was watching over the cafeteria nearby, so Donnie tried not to look at him. He adjusted his shirt to hide his love handles as best he could, realizing that sticking the front hem of his shirt under his belly would keep it in place better. And then he went to town on his food.

The red mush wasn’t great, but he actually liked the green mush, and the salty water with a slice of celery that they called soup was good enough. He was savoring the roll for the end, because it was the only thing that looked like actual food.

Before he could get to his roll, he realized a prisoner was talking to Officer Harris, and then the prisoner turned to walk toward Donnie. He was probably ten years older than Donnie, slightly taller, and slightly heavier, but much more muscular. Donnie was terrified, but he just told himself not to be. He shouldn’t be, right? The guards wouldn’t allow anything bad to happen, surely. Right?

The man sat down and looked at Donnie. He was covered in tattoos and had a chest so big and hairy it was crawling through the hole in his shirt, which you could barely see because of his large, shapely beard.

“I’m Loren,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Donnie.” He made sure to shake hands firmly, only to still feel weak and timid compared to the muscular older man.

“Do you like the bread?” He asked. Donnie thought he was about to be robbed of his lunch money, or his lunch, he supposed. So the hazing and mistreatment would begin.

Forgetting to inflate his confidence, Donnie reverted to his honest, kind nature. “I was actually saving that for last, but I don’t like the red stuff.”

“Ah, perfect!” The man exclaimed, seeming a whole lot nicer in that second. “I hate the roll and love the red stuff. Wanna trade?”

“Of course!” Donnie had never felt such a friendship with anyone so quickly at work, so it seemed too good to be true in jail. Donnie poured the red stuff from his tray onto the man’s and then the man traded his roll in return. Donnie wasn’t sure if he should inspect it for safety, but wasn’t going to do that then and there. “What’s the catch?” He said, remembering to regain some of his prison demeanor.

“Not much,” he said in a sincere tone. “Wanna join my gang?”

“No, thanks.” Why did you just say thanks in prison?! Donnie berated himself silently. “I’m not looking to stay in here longer than I need to. I’m hoping to get out early on good behavior.” He took a cautious bite of one of the rolls and it was perfect. Thank God he could look forward to about half the food here.

“Oh, no! Not like that,” The man reacted. “We’re not going to do anything illegal. Gangs in here are more like groups of friends that look out for each other, just in case any shit goes down. And we can trade food, like today,” he laughed.

Donnie was confused. Why would anyone want him to be in his “gang” so quickly? “Why me?”

“Well I’m sure you’ve noticed you’re bigger than most of the guys in here. How much do you weigh?”

Donnie felt a little embarrassed. Was this another person today commenting on his girth? “Two eighty.” Why was he lying? He had no idea.

“Nice. I am lucky enough to be a big guy, too, and you’ll see that you can get a lot of advantages here just because people are scared of you, even if you give them no reason.” he continued.

“Like what?” Donnie wasn’t convinced.

The man stood up, and Donnie felt terrified again. “Come with me. Bring your tray.” They walked back up to the beginning of the line for food, cutting in front of a few guys. “Hey, Austin. I’m gonna take one of everything again, and my new friend Donnie is gonna have two scoops of the spinach and two rolls,” beckoning to Donnie.

“Comin’ right up,” Austin responded as he served both men exactly what they asked for.

When they got back to the table, Donnie felt respected, comfortable, and confused. “Are we allowed to go back for seconds?” he asked.

“No,” he said matter-of-factly, “but I am friendly with all the guys here, and people think I look scary. Those are the benefits big boys get, and we get more if we stick together. It was me and two other guys who recently got out, so I really need to build up my group again, for my own safety. What do you say, Donnie?” 

He was kind of surprised a prisoner remembered his name so quickly. “Sounds good. Remind me your name.” Donnie asked sheepishly.

“Loren!”

“Thanks, Loren. And sorry. Though I do remember you said you didn’t like the rolls, so why did you get another one?”

“I don’t,” Loren said with a big smile,” but I remembered that you like the spinach, soup, and roll, so I got ‘em for you.”

Donnie had just finished his two extra helpings of the spinach and rolls, and he shivered realizing his flat tire of a lower abdomen was exposed again. He tucked his shirt under his little overhang and said “Thank you very much, but I shouldn’t.”

“You... shouldn’t?” said Loren, confused.

“Yeah, I’ve gained a lot of weight recently, so I just want to tone it down a bit.” Donnie explained.

“Stop that, man. You look fuckin’ good.” Loren said quickly but confidently.

Was this it? Now it all made sense. Donnie saw Loren talk to that guard and then come over to him immediately. That guard told Loren that Donnie was gay, and that’s why he was inviting him to his “gang.” “Oh, um... thank you, but I’m not intereste... you... Sorry, man, I’m not gay. I know that guard told you I was, but I’m not-”

“Wait, what?” Loren stopped him. “Why would Officer Harris tell me you were gay?”

Donnie was mortified again. “Nevermind!”

“Haha, no! You don’t get to say that and not finish the story!”

Donnie didn’t know what to do. His brain was too overwhelmed to lie. “I got a boner during the cavity search.”

“Ah, nothing to be ashamed of. It happens to plenty of guys, and most of us are straight. It’s the prostate! But I get it. I’m not gay, either, but once you’ve been in here long enough, anything goes. In addition to everything I said about the gang earlier, it’s nice to have some close friends with similar needs who have boobs. No pressure, but we can definitely help each other out whenever you want. I’ll try to keep my sexualized comments to myself. Anyways. Are you gonna eat this or am I throwing it away? You might hate everything for dinner.”

Donnie contemplated having all bad food for dinner. He was full from what was at least double what every other guy got, but he had been consoling himself with food for months, so nothing sounded better than getting a little over-full when he didn’t know when or what he would eat next. “I’ll take it,” Donnie said, relieved.

As he scarfed down the extra food, he was a little uncomfortable with the looks he was getting from Loren, but he didn’t care. He had a friend, or “gang,” and he had good food. When he finished, both of them stood up and Donnie stretched his arms over his head. Maybe prison wasn’t going to be so bad after all. He finished stretching and looked across the table at Loren, who was gawking at Donnie’s belly. His shirt had ridden up to about his rib cage, not that he could see that anymore, exposing his entire belly.

“What size clothes are those?” Loren asked.

“XL,” Donnie said, disliking all the attention his size was getting.

“Come with me, big guy,” Loren demanded. Donnie didn’t know what else to do, so he followed, a little uncomfortable at the assertiveness after the longing gaze. Loren was doing something faster than a speed walk, an awkward semi-gallop through the halls. Donnie didn’t know the building, so he kept asking where they were going and Loren didn’t respond. Finally Donnie saw that they were close to the showers. Donnie started to slow down, but Loren heard and grabbed him by the arm. “Come on!” Loren was even stronger than Donnie expected, and Loren drug all two hundred and ninety-seven pounds of Donnie easily into a part of the showers that was not easily visible from the outside. “Take off your clothes” Loren said, more eager than demanding.

Donnie looked over and realized Loren had a full erection. He was scared. Why was this happening to him? Did he have a safe option to say no? He did as he was told. He took off his too-small XL shirt, then started to pull his way too small XL pants down. He bent over, his cold belly transforming into a few rolls, and slipped his pants off his legs and laid them on the floor, looking at Loren helplessly.

Loren was almost fully naked. He had what looked like a hard big belly, but an even harder and bigger chest. He was bending over to take off his boxers when he realized Donnie wasn’t taking off his. “Boxers, too!” Loren instructed, as Donnie got his first direct glimpse of Loren’s penis.

It was enormous. Donnie didn’t know how he knew it was enormous, as that was the first erection he’d seen outside of pornography in his life. But pornography was the circus of sex, and Loren’s cock was nearly that big. Donnie thought he might die. Sure, his anus took two lubed fingers relatively easily, but there was no way it could take that monster, right? Donnie started to cry. “What are you gonna do to me? Please don’t hurt me.”

“Fuck!” Loren said, clearly angry. “What the fuck do you think?!”

Donnie felt ridiculous explaining the situation that seemed clear to him, but he had to answer the man. “You ran in here. You have a boner. You brought me here to have sex. I told you I’m not gay,” he gasped, trying not to cry too hard.

“No!” Loren said, exasperated. “I told you that I wouldn’t try anything sexual with you unless you wanted to! I’m not a sexual predator just because I have sex with men. Sorry about my boner. You are fuckin’ hot. I ran in here so nobody would see my boner. But I brought you here to trade clothes with you. You’re clearly uncomfortable in those clothes, and mine are two X and a little too big on me. If we get caught trading clothes, we will get in trouble. Do you want the double XL or not?!”

Am I just a privileged jerk and never knew it? Donnie thought. Loren had been nothing but kind and straightforward to him, but Donnie kept assuming the worst. He thought for a second. Did his small clothes bug him that badly? Yes, just because they were uncomfortable and exposed him more to the cold air. “Yes, please. I’m so sorry.”

Loren angrily threw his clothes at Donnie, and Donnie saw that Loren’s erection was already gone. Donnie put on the clothes as quickly as he could. The boxers actually fit and didn’t expose his package. Just then he heard Loren griping, “What the fuck is wet in the ass of these boxers?”

“It’s from the cavity search lube. Sorry.”

Loren laughed. Donnie kept putting on his new clothes as quickly as possible. They fit perfectly. He supposed he was now officially a XXL. Would he need to buy new shirts when he got out? Probably not, he thought. I’ll lose weight because of this nasty food.

He looked over at Loren, who was wearing obviously tighter clothes than before. “Dude, are you okay with this? Those are too small on you!”

Loren smirked. “They were way smaller on you.” Donnie was visibly embarrassed. “Stop that! I told you they looked good on you. The thing is, the pants were too tight on you and the shirt was too short. I have a wider but shorter trunk and I don’t carry as much weight in my legs, so this fits me well, maybe just a little form-fitting, is all. Now let’s get out of the bathroom before guards come asking questions.”

They walked quickly out of the showers and Donnie felt immediate relief. The whole prison felt a comfortable temperature instead of cold. And he had a friend.

“Wanna go work out until dinner?” asked Loren. 

Donnie hadn’t “worked out” since PE in high school. But maybe this was good stress relief and he would move back towards his college weight. Plus, the idea of looking more intimidating like Loren was a huge plus in prison. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Loren led Donnie through a lot of different exercises. The lifts especially were new to Donnie. It was strange to be more oriented to how his body felt for the first time in his life shortly after some weight gain. He could feel his man boobs and belly bouncing during jumping jacks, he realized how much they hung when he did push ups, and his belly got in his way a bit when he did sit ups. He was surprised with how much he lifted. He was naturally strong, and that’s why he was “thick all over,” according to Loren.

And that’s how they lived. When they weren’t doing chores or other mandatory prison labor, they worked out. Loren was always sure to lift at least two eighty on his lifts. “Why two eighty?” asked Donnie, stupidly. “To show you how easily I can throw you around,” Loren answered, reminding Donnie that he had lied about his weight. For breakfast, lunch, and dinner, they ate together, and conveniently, they almost always had opposing tastes on food, so Donnie got double what he wanted, Loren got double what he wanted, and then they went back for seconds, sometimes thirds. I’m gonna be so jacked by the end of this sentence! Donnie thought.

He had been in prison for ten days - he counted carefully - when it was time for his doctors visit. It was scheduled for the time he and Loren usually worked out, so he would have to miss that. Donnie walked in and sat on the patient bed.

“Hi Donnie, I’m Doctor Surrey. I read that I’m seeing you today about your weight?”

What a joke, thought Donnie. After all, he had been working out daily for ten days without any issues. He was in his 20s, now active, and pleasantly plump. He knew he was healthy. “Nice to meet you, Doctor Surrey. Yep, you’re seeing me because I’m morbidly obese.”

“Gotcha. I’m glad we’re on the same page. Could you take off your shirt, please?” 

Donnie was comfortable taking off his shirt, especially now that it fit well, but there aren’t a lot of mirrors in prison, let alone opportunities to admire your own body, so he was surprised at how different he felt and looked in the mirror in the doctor’s office.

His chest seemed to hang a bit more, so the bottom hang of his man boobs was about parallel to the floor. Was this just his extra muscle mass? The doctor pushed the stethoscope into his soft pec. “Big deep breath,” he said. Donnie obliged. “Hmm...” The doctor seemed unhappy. He repositioned the stethoscope and pressed a little harder, Donnie’s soft chest pushing up noticeably past the base of the instrument. “Breathe forcefully for me again, please.” Donnie repeated. “Good,” commented Doctor Surrey, as he moved the stethoscope under Donnie’s other breast and pushed just as hard. That was a strange feeling for Donnie because his boob hung far enough to feel the tip of the stethoscope, as if it were a plate for Donnie to sit his breast on. He felt the cold metal flat on his skin and the taller extension just under his nipple. “Another big breath.”

Everything seemed to be going well. The doctor moved to listening to his breathing from his back, and Donnie noticed that stethoscope was sinking quite far into his skin as well.

“Now we’re going to give you a hernia check. Lay back.” Donnie felt his belly jiggle a bit as he relaxed and rolled backwards. The doctor started jabbing his fingers near Donnie’s hips and then toward the middle of his waist, and Donnie could feel his belly moving a lot. “It appears you are hernia free, but it’s a little difficult with your body composition to get a good reading,” Doctor Surrey said as he kept palpating.

After a few more checkup items, the doctor sat on a chair next to Donnie’s elevated seat and said “Everything looks fine. No health concerns here. How much did you weigh at your last weigh in, Donnie?”

“I was in the two nineties,” said Donnie, a little smugly. He half-hoped he had dropped below two ninety but knew it was most likely that he was in the low two nineties. Was it physically possible for him to be below two ninety after ten days?

“Oh... We’re going to need to do some blood tests. Have you had any serious changes to your eating or exercise since you got here?” The doctor’s words concerned Donnie.

“Yes, actually! I’ve been working out much more.” Donnie said proudly.

“Okay...” Doctor Surrey said, sounding confused.

“Why do you ask?”

The doctor pointed to something just below Donnie’s leg. He hadn’t noticed that the bed he was sitting on was also a scale. But it was upside down. Two... One... E? Was there some sort of error? Then his brain straightened it out. “Because it appears you’ve gained eighteen pounds in ten days,” explained Doctor Surrey. “You’re three fifteen now.”

“That’s impossible,” said Donnie, shocked. “I’ve been working out every day. Could it be muscle mass?”

“It’s not impossible,” said the doctor, “but it’s strange. It is impossible that all the gained weight has been muscle mass. Let’s double check that number.”

He beckoned for Donnie to step down from the bed and onto another scale in the room. “Can I take off my pants?” asked Donnie. He didn’t need any extra weight messing with this weight in.

“I don’t see why not,” said the doctor.

Donnie dropped his pants like a professional MMA fighter before a weigh in, and stepped on the scale. It made a beep and said his weight out loud in a robotic voice. “Three hundred fifteen point five pounds.” How was this possible?

“That puts your BMI at about forty-four. Let me do one more measurement,” said the doctor. Donnie was standing on the scale, and Doctor Surrey wrapped a tape measure around his waist. “A waist measurement below forty inches is prescribed for optimal health,” he explained.

“And how much is mine?”

The doctor pulled the tape measure taught with it going just above Donnie’s bellybutton. “It looks like... forty nine.”

Three hundred and fifteen pounds and basically a fifty inch waist? Donnie was shocked. He didn’t know what was happening, but he started to feel himself get hard. Did he enjoy being such a large masculine man that it turned him on? He quickly grabbed his pants, slipped them on, and sat down.

“Alright. I’m going to take some blood and send it to a lab to make sure that there isn’t some nefarious reason for your weight gain. Let’s meet back here next week. Does that sound good?”

Donnie submitted and zoned out for the rest of the visit. Was he upset? His penis surely wasn’t. What was going on?

He went to dinner with Loren and it took a while for Loren to get out of Donnie what was on his mind. Finally he just spilled. “I was three hundred and fifteen pounds at the doctor’s office today. How is that possible?”

“That’s not possible,” confirmed Loren. “You couldn’t gain thirty five pounds in ten days. There’s no way.”

“Oh... Actually, I lied to you. I was two ninety-seven when I got here, not two eighty.”

“Haha! Why would you lie about that?”

“Well... nobody wants to be heavier,” Donnie answered, sheepishly.

“That... is a goddamn lie!” exclaimed Loren. “You know naturally small guys try to gain weight all the time. And I wasn’t lying when I told you how hot you are. I love big, thick guys. Why else would I have had that raging boner when we traded clothes?”

Donnie never realized that was a thing. He didn’t need to be closer to the movie star standard to turn people on? “Are you serious?”

“Hell yeah! I think you look wonderful at three fifteen, but I also want you to be comfortable in your body. Just know that whether you lose weight, gain weight, or maintain weight, you are someone’s reason to jack off! But that makes much more sense. Having gained from two ninety-seven to three fifteen is much more reasonable. They try to make the food in here as calorie-packed as possible so they can make less and still give us our recommended calories per day. Eating one serving of everything per day in here will give you between 2,500 and 2,750 Calories, and you’ve been eating... at least double that, so if you came into prison a little hungry and/or dehydrated, it’s not too much of a stretch to think you’d fluctuate eighteen pounds in ten days.

Donnie wasn’t sure what he felt. Did he actually like to gain weight? He had a boner while Loren was explaining it all, but he wasn’t going to admit that. He decided not to eat dinner, which concerned Loren deeply, but Loren supported his friend, regardless.

The next morning, Donnie woke up ravenously hungry. He could hardly wait to get to the cafeteria, but at the same time, he wasn’t sure he wanted to eat. He got the food - fake eggs, soupy oatmeal, and mystery sausage - and a little farther from the main guys in the cafeteria than his and Loren’s usual spot. Loren seemed confused, but Donnie made it clear that he did want Loren to sit with him.

“Alright, look. I got a boner when the doctor weighed and measured me, but I didn’t get a boner when they weighed me as I entered jail. I want to talk to you about this, because I’m wondering if I’m like you. Maybe I like being a big guy.” Donnie started. “What do I do?”

“Well, in my completely unbiased opinion,” Loren started sarcastically, “where would be better to experiment with something like this than in prison? We will be safe as big guys, and you can always blame your weight gain on prison food when you get out. Tell them exactly what I told you. You might even be able to stay the course, decide if you like being bigger, and then lose the weight before you get out of here.”

Donnie didn’t know if he was convinced, had already been onboard, or was just too hungry to come to any other conclusion. He tipped his plate of eggs into his mouth in one bite, literally drank his oatmeal, and ate both sausages at once. “How much more can I get?”

Loren had been grinning slightly and broke into a full on, almost devilish smile at the question. “Let me get rid of my boner and then we can get as much as you want.” After talking about their chores for the day, they both got seconds and Loren gave all his food to Donnie. They did that one more time before they left breakfast, but Donnie thought he could eat more.

I’m three hundred and fifteen pounds, thought Donnie. And I love it.