Created by HenryHouse
You hear the alarm clock blaring somewhere in the distance. Reluctantly you lift your hand and reach out, slapping the snooze button. ‘Thank god it’s Saturday.’ you think to yourself, a biology class at two, anthropology after that and you’re done for the day. You take your glasses off your bedside table and peer at the time. Ten thirty; and still plenty of time for a leisurely breakfast before class.
Slowly, lazily, you stand up, yawning. Scratching aimlessly at your chest you grope in your drawers for a clean pair of jeans. You emerge with your favorite pair in hand, ones you’ve had since your junior year of high school. Yawning again, you start to tug the jeans up above your ankles but realize things aren’t going to be as easy as you counted on.
Thanks largely in part to Dan’s encouragement and the all-you-can eat buffet in the school cafeteria, you’ve grown a lot in the past couple of weeks. For the most part, it’s gone unnoticed by your other roommates as you used to be so skinny that most of your clothes hung loosely about your body, but in the last few days, the extra weight has gotten harder and harder to conceal.
Your thighs have ballooned out and are thicker now and more powerful. Your butt (if you even had one of those before) is rounded, plump, and has developed the habit of jiggling pleasantly every time you take a step. Even your face is fatter and there’s a double chin beginning to grow beneath your goatee. The back of your arms have grown softer and it’s now nearly impossible to find the spot were your bony elbows used to stick out.
And then, of course, there’s your belly, your favorite part of your new body. Soft and rounded, it juts out an inch or two over all your pants and shorts, and even the elastic waisted boxers you’re wearing now, are a little too tight for your new gut.
Overall however, you haven’t paid a terrible amount of attention to your weight gain, simply enjoying the time you spend pigging out with Dan. In fact, you haven’t even weighed yourself since you started all this and you’re not quite sure what to expect when you finally do step on the scale. But as you pull up your pants, your extra poundage suddenly seems glaringly obvious.
You grunt, struggling even to pull the pants up higher than about mid-thigh. The extra fat on your legs, spills over the top of the pants as you jump up and down a bit to pull them up higher, your fat paunch jiggling wildly as you do. Finally you manage to get the jeans up over your flabby bubble butt, but find that even getting the jeans button may require more energy than you really want to put in to getting dressed.
With an enormous effort, you suck in your huge stomach and quickly fasten the jeans. Slowly, you let your gut relax, hoping and praying the button won’t burst. When it doesn’t you let out a small sigh of relief and turn to look in the mirror. Admiring your body from all angles, you see again just how heavy you’ve gotten. The tight jeans make your belly look even bigger, as the flab sticks out at least three inches over the painfully tight waistband.
As if on cue, your belly begins to growl. So, not even worrying about a shirt, you enter hungrily into the kitchen. All three of your roommates are clustered around the kitchen table, Dan, shirtless, devouring cereal from a salad bowl, Spencer, munching on a Pop-tart, and Aiden picking lamely at a protein bar as he read the morning paper.
As you walk in Dan glances up from his breakfast and says, “Hey little buddy.” You see Aiden and Spencer glance around at you too and instantly do double takes. Aiden spat out a mouthful of coffee all over his paper as Spencer let out a long low whistle at the sight of you.
“I’m not sure you can call him ‘little’ anymore.” Spencer says glancing at Dan. “That’s quite a gut you’ve got there, Wyatt.”
Aiden smirks evilly. “That’s what happens when you live with a fat ass like Dan. You gain weight.”
To Aiden’s point, all four of you have grown in the past few weeks. Dan was even larger than ever, and was spending more and more time shirtless as his clothes grew more and more constricting. Aiden was larger too, and more muscular. His arms are the size of large branches, his legs wide and powerful, even his neck torso are thicker, thanks to the steroids, you suspect. Even Spencer, though still long and lanky had grown a small doughy potbelly that stuck out ever so slightly over the waistband of his jeans.
“Will you shut up.” Dan grunted at Aiden. “You ass.”
“Yeah, come on man.” Spencer said looking sheepishly at Aiden. “Don’t be a jerk.”
“Hey, don’t you act all high and mighty.” Aiden said laughing now. “Your not so skinny yourself, Spence. Don’t think we haven’t noticed your little paunch”
“I thought I told you to shut up.” Dan said, looking uncharacteristically angry.
“Yeah guys, just lay off it.” You say, but no one seems to notice. So you...
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