Jason stumbled across the idea of an eating contest by accident. He was trying to get some information on the most common causes of weight gain in fraternities and one of the hits was a video of an eating contest organised by one of the frats up country. He wasn't sure if it was a part of pledging, some form of punishment or if it had been organised to raise funds for the fraternity as there seemed to be a sizable crowd watching. All he knew as he sat back in his chair tracing his fingers gently around the sides of his bloated belly in small circles, is that he could squeeze in one or two of those pies that those lightweights in the video were eating. This was the bitterwsweet part of a stuffing; the moment when the pain subsided and he began to feel a bit more able to stretch out and breathe also reminded him how much he loved the feeling of being stuffed to his full, virile capacity. His time to be stuffed would come around again soon enough, perhaps even tomorrow if it was a particularly slow day for his brothers. Now it was time to turn his attention to the stuffing and fattening up of others...
Convincing his brothers to hold the contest would be easy, particularly if they could monetise it to raise some funds for the frat. He could do with coming up with a way to raise some money anyway, since a couple of his brothers had started 'joking' about making Jason pay for the privilege of being stuffed full of food almost to bursting point and then left groaning where he sat, like an abandoned toy. The only problem was in a frat that derived some kind of sadistic pleasure from stuffing one of it's own to the point of pain, making him pay for the pleasure of it was just the next logical step. So in addition to his studies, the stuffings that could happen at any given moment and his plans for revenge, he had to start factoring in the need to generate an income. Jason sighed to himself, shifting his weight awkwardly in his seat. That was a problem for another day.
Once the contest was organised, it was going to be hard to stop himself becoming the main attraction. He was sure that he could appeal to the competitive spirit of the jock brothers to take part, but just like in any other sport if there's a star player the other members of the team tend to fall in line behind them. He needed to suggest, organise and then not take part in the eating contest to make sure that his brothers fought it out to be top hog. If he wanted to really start to fatten them up he also had to make sure that there were plenty of practice sessions beforehand or multiple eating contests. A little bit of pudge wasn't enough for Jason; he had to make sure that at least a few of his brothers, preferably the ones that treated him the worst, gained a sizable belly in just the same way that he had - by being stuffed to their limits and just left where they were to just breathe shallowly and digest. Who knows? Maybe one or more of them might find out out that training for an eating contest is more fun than they thought...
Of course all of this would be a little easier if he had an ally or two helping him foster a sense of rivalry and manipulate their brothers into taking part in the contest and going BIG. There were a few guys who told their other brothers to cut it out when they acted particularly badly towards Jason and a couple more who he knew had their own beef with his main tormentors. If he could get them on side, applying pressure in just the right places and lending their voice to his, then it would make it a lot easier to really start to chub up some, or more, of his brothers than he originally thought.
Tonight was the time to plan, but even if it wasn't the night after a stuffing was no time for him to be pro-active as he was sluggish, unfocused and with his clothes riding up around his bloated belly was taken less seriously than usual. Tomorrow was the time to get things moving, but what was going to be his priority?
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