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miraç

   Miraç groaned as he crammed more unhealthy food into his mouth. Ever since he was divorced, he didn't have it in him to go to the gym every day after waking up, letting himself go tremendously. Once 160 pounds and well-built, now 320 pounds and broad-shouldered. His deep-set almond-colored eyes would've attracted girls if he wasn't two times most of their sizes.

   He just did what he did best: eat.

   That was until he heard a knock at his door and got up with a grumble, walking to the door and swinging it open shamelessly, face reddening when he recognized his ex-gym friends. Their eyes were equally as wide as his as he brushed his hair out of his face.

   "Miraç?" Chase's lips quivered before he started chuckling. "You sure blew up since Kate left!" He teased confidently, nudging him in the gut. "We wanted to, uh, surprise you. For your birthday! Since you... well, clearly haven't been in the gym lately, am I right, bros?"

   Casey was eyeing Miraç, not paying attention to Chase. "Can we come in?" he suddenly asked, pushing past Miraç without waiting for an answer. The other two followed him, similarly eyeing Miraç. His face was blood red as he followed them into the living room of his penthouse.

   "It's nice in here," Leo said as he stuck behind the group, swallowing the lump in his throat as he glanced over Miraç's body again. "You look, uh... You look nice, Mir. The weight looks perfect on you." His eyes were locked on Miraç's stomach shamelessly.

   "Thank you," Miraç blushed slightly. His eyes shifted to the coffee table, in an array of mess with burger wrappers and food bags. "I don't... I don't usually eat like that."

   "Don't lie," Leo smirked. "I can sense a slob when I see one, fatty. You don't have to lie to me; I won't tell anyone," he leaned in and grinned. "You know, I knew you gained a few. But how much did you gain?" he asked with a flirtatious grin.

   Miraç hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "I doubled my weight," he admitted with a red face, eyes glazed over from tiredness. "I know, it's... I didn't..." his voice trailed off as he searched for excuses. He couldn't think of one. He was just a fatass.

   "Couldn't stop eating?" Chase chimed in. Casey was beside him, the three of them successfully cornering Miraç. "Why don't we give the fatty what he wants, since he wants to bail on the gym and snack all day?" He suggested evilly, making direct eye contact with Miraç. Leo and Casey tackled Miraç onto the couch, pinning his arms down with impressive strength. He shouldn't have skipped the workouts.

   "Please," Miraç begged, unsure of what they were doing to him. "What're you doing?" his eyes widened as Chase dragged over a few bags of takeout. He knew he smelt something when they were at the door, but they weren't carrying anything. He grunted and began to struggle when Chase straddled his legs and unwrapped a burger with an evil grin.

   "Open up," Chase cooed as he brought the burger up to Miraç's lips. Shoving the burger into his mouth, his twisted grin only widened. Leo and Casey eyed Miraç similarly.

   "Okay... we can do this," Miraç managed through a huff. "You're all... *huff* freaky."  He groaned as he reached for the bag, greedily digging through it. The trio looked on with a similar lustful look in their eyes. "I don't... even," Miraç struggled. "I don't even need to be force-fed." 

   Stuffing his face, it didn't feel any different than what he was doing before they showed up, only, he was being eyed down hungrily by three gym rats. His stomach began to grumble, partly full from everything he had eaten earlier in the evening, now stuffed to the brim with takeout. His chest heaved as he willed himself to keep going, letting out burps to make room in his stomach. His face flushed deep red when Leo started to rub his stomach gingerly. 

   "We should've done this a long time ago."  Casey was practically drooling, looming over Miraç with an equally sinister stare. "I've always wanted to watch you eat." He picked up the third bag, which made Miraç shiver as he realized he'd already eaten through two bags, hardly noticing he'd packed his gut so tightly. 

   "Well, *groan* why didn't you say something?" Miraç whined. "I love eating. You probably could've gotten away with that and I wouldn't have been any the wiser," he admitted shamelessly. 

   "You were kind of stupid back then. All this junk do somethin' right for that head of yours?" Chase teased and flicked Miraç in the forehead, exerting a pained groan out of him. "Well," he began softly, "get back to eating."