"Ohhhh man...." Adam groaned as he laid back, satisfied after his two large supreme pizzas.
He was a chubby young man, 18 years old and slightly tan, with rusty blonde hair. His stubble was more like peach fuzz, he could never grow facial hair. At about 220 pounds, Adam wasn't too large but he loved to eat.
"Hey there man, you might wanna lean forward and burp. His best friend Troy was there as well. Troy was skinny as a rail. He could eat, but didn't love to stuff himself like Adam did. Troy leaned over towards Adam, trying to catch a glance of his growing belly as Adam's shirt left about an inch exposed. Troy had always had a thing for chubby guys — Adam knew this but never really acknowledged this between them. They'd been friends since elementary school, he never wanted to make things weird between them.
Adam just graduated a week ago and had started looking into online coding classes. He liked the idea of being able to work from home and always had a knack for computers. Troy was attending the local community college for now. They were newly roommates — their lease started the day after graduation. Adam burped and asked, "do we have any Swiss rolls left?"
"Yea....I think I see three packages here," Troy remarked.
"Will you toss 'em to me?" Adam asked.
As quickly as he caught them, Adam seemed to inhale the Swiss cakes, eating the two cakes simultaneously. He made short work of the three packs and rubbed his belly.
"I think I'm gonna go lie down."
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The next day, Adam stumbled onto the scale, curious at where his weight was landing. 225 pounds...not too bad, he thought to himself. Although...if I keep this up I wonder how big I can get.
Adam was frying up a whole package of bacon and a dozen muffins when Troy stumbled into the kitchen.
"Good morning, how did you sleep?" Adam asked his friend.
"Oh, you know. It was alright."
Adam's bangs fell in front of his eyes and he looked up at Troy. "I have a bit of a favor to ask of you...."
"Okay..."
"You know how I love to eat?" Adam asked.
"Okay..."
"I've really been loving it lately. I want to see if I can pack on some poundage. I've always thought about gaining some weight but I want to try it."
Troy's eyes widened. Is this really happening?
"Well, okay, I guess." Troy tried to disguise his excitement. "What do you need me to do?
"I need you to help me stay full. It's tough to keep this tank full and I'm gonna need your help to push me to keep eating and keep going."
Troy nodded. "I get it. Happy to help! Just let me know what you need from me."
After two weeks, the boys were hoping to see results. They had been stuffing Adam relentlessly, night after night, with Wendy's triple Baconators, multiple Chipotle burritos, lots of shakes and a seemingly endless amount of cookies, cake and brownies. Troy had made a habit out of stopping at Wendy's on his way back from his classes, grabbing two Wendy's triple burgers, two large frostys and usually a discount cake from the local grocery store. He'd come home, put the cake and the shakes in the blender and make a huge slopping caloric half gallon of shake for Adam.
Adam eagerly stepped on the scale.
245 pounds.
"Hey!! Nice!!" The boys High-fived. As Adam's shirt rose up, Troy's eyes couldn't help but to wander down. Adam noticed and reached out for Troy's hand. He pulled it close to his belly.
