Created by fat_hiker
(You’re Dan.)
Your parents leave and you and your new roommates are hanging out in the living room of your new dorm apartment. You see your three new roommies and they’re a big jock (Aiden), a tall guy (Spencer) and a short, wiry guy (Wyatt). You wonder idly if any of them like to eat - maybe the big jock? But he seems rather too cut to be a guy who loves food....
You zone out for a bit, then come back when Wyatt puts a hand on your arm.
"Dan?" he says, leaning over you. “Are you in?”
"Oh, sorry. What did you say?" you ask, with a smile.
"We're gonna order pizza," he says, pointing to Aiden and Spencer. "Are you in, man?"
"Yeah sure," you say smiling. "I'll take four."
“Four slices?”
"No, four pizzas - you were ordering larges, right?”
"What? Are you serious?" he blurts out. You just stare frankly at him.
"Yeah, how do think I got all these extra pounds, man?" you reply, slapping your gut.
"OK,” he says. “Guess we’ll get six then.”
“That’s not many,” you remark.
“Spencer wants a half, Aiden wants a whole, and I’ll have a few slices. “Six’ll leave us a few slices.”
“Hey, make it eight, then there’ll be some for munchies or breakfast,” you request.
"You’re going to eat four pies?" Spencer asks, looking at you.
"Yeah," you say non-chalantly. "I gotta feed this bad boy," you add, smiling and jiggling your belly.
"Dude, you don't need all that. If you want to lose those extra pounds, you might want to lay off the junk food," Spencer says.
"I don't," you say, your Boston accent thickened with offense. "I LOVE being big."
"Really?" blurts out Wyatt.
"Yeah, I love it. I love eating and being big and powerful. I want the freshman fifteen, at least," you assert, then laugh. He pats his large middle for emphasis. “Can’t get too big, in my books.”
Aiden snorts at your claim of being powerful. After a minute’s silence, Spencer pulls out his cell to order the pizzas and twenty-five minutes later, they arrive. You grab your four boxes and take a seat at the table, not pausing until the first slice is well and truly on its way into your gut. Wyatt stares at you, then grabs a plate from the shelf and takes a couple of slices out of a box; Spencer does the same.
You’ve inhaled two of your pizzas when you notice Wyatt and Spencer pushing back from the table.
“C’mon guys, have another slice!” you suggest.
“Naw, I’m full,” says Wyatt.
“Oh come on,” you say.
“Hey man, we don’t all want to be ‘big’ like you,” Spencer remarks.
"Yeah man, you eat like a pig," Aiden adds in, smirking a little.
"Says the guy who’s also eating a whole pizza," you snap back between bites.
"One whole pizza, not three!" he replies, looking down at his muscular chest, which features pecs so huge that they must block his view of his chiseled abs, if not of his feet. “Want to keep this puppy lean!” he adds, flexing hard.
"You must work out a ton," Wyatt says in a nervous tone.
Aiden looks down at Wyatt, literally. "Yeah," he says. “Every day.” You figure he must inject the steroids every day too, but it might be a little early to say that...not until you know if he gets ‘roid rage, anyway.
You just sit and continue to stuff in your four pies. Ten minutes later, Aiden is done, he's in his bedroom getting changed before going to the gym. Spencer’s hit the shower and Wyatt is just sitting, trying hard not to watch you.
"You sure you’re not hungry?” you ask, after Wyatt’s eye has caught yours for about the dozenth time.
"No, I’m full,” he replies. “It’s just...well...I’ve just seen anyone before who can eat as much as you do.”
“Have you ever met anyone as big as me before?” you ask quietly.
“Yeah, but...”
“Well, some guys my size don’t eat as much as I do, but a lot of them do. It takes a lot of food to keep up a body this magnificent!” you boast, grinning.
“Magnificent?” asks Wyatt, who’s now staring at you avidly - and you can tell it’s not out of disgust either. Time for your next move...you rise to your feet and smile at Wyatt, then start to pulling off your blue polo shirt. It’s a new 3XL, so it’s not tight like your old ones, though your pizza-stuffed belly was definitely showing up under it. As it comes off, your large, hairy gut emerges, hanging down over the top of your jeans. Your gut is smooth, flabby and soft-looking, but still pretty round from all the pizza you’ve just stuffed into it. Your hairy chest and thick shoulders emerge too, and Wyatt is rivetted in admiration.
You sit down again, tossing your polo on the floor, and resume sucking back your pizza. Wyatt is now watching you avidly. As you gorge, Aiden comes out of his bedroom in his gym clothes and looks at you in disgust.
"Dude, stop that, you’ll get FAT....er," Aiden says to you, sort of joking.
You swallow and reply. "I’ll get fat - hey man, you blind, I AM fat! You're gonna have to get used to seeing all of this, man.” Aiden sort of rolls his eyes as he walks buy, and you see Wyatt’s glance at him harden, then flick away again. Wyatt something he doesn’t want to acknowledge.
Aiden to the kitchen counter and makes up a protein shake. He puts his iPod headphones in and quickly leaves.
"That guy," you say to Wyatt. "I hope he isn't always like this." Wyatt nods as you down the last of the pizza. As a joke, when you finish you jump up and pump your fist in the air for ‘victory’, just as Spencer comes strolling out of the washroom in a towel. Man, you think, Spencer is even thinner without his clothing.
"All gone, man," you say to Spencer, pointing to the empty boxes.
"I’m impressed - I've never seen anybody eat that much," he replies.
"Me neither," says Wyatt.
"You two hang out with the wrong crowd. I haven't even gotten to dessert yet," you say grinning madly.
You walk over to the freezer, grab a tub of strawberry ice cream and devour it. Wyatt watched intently, not attempting to mask his fascination. You put back the whole thing in 10 minutes flat, even with getting a glass of water to reduce your ice cream headache.
“Wow, man, wow,” says Wyatt, and you grin sheepishly. You get up to dump the empty tub and your gut gurgles loudly. “No still hungry?” asks Wyatt in disbelief.
“No, that’s the full signal!” you say, laughing. A few minutes later, when you and Wyatt have washed up the dirty dishes (while basically lazy you have this thing about keeping the dishes and the kitchen clean), the two of you sit down in the living room.
“I should get out my Xbox,” says Wyatt, and returns a few minutes later trailing gear and wires. You shift and offer to help, but he waves you off, and minutes later the two of you are deep into the game....
A couple of hours later, Wyatt’s beaten you - just - and you lean back only to hear your massive gut grumble loudly. Wyatt starts, but you wave him down.
“Thirsty, that’s all,” you say, and hoist yourself to your feet. A minute later you’ve brought back a 2 litre and two glasses. “Want some?”
“Sure!” says Wyatt. The two of you guzzle in silence, then Wyatt begins to talk. It’s odd, but you feel really close to him, you feel like even though you look completely different that the two of you can relate. You tell him that he can tell you anything, and he starts into a long story of growing up. You feel for him - like you, he always feels out of place, but unlike you, he doesn’t have the massive body and presence that give you confidence - hey, it’s easy to be confident when you outweigh every other guy in the room and can beat up 98% of ‘em. Wyatt doesn’t have that little advantage, and he’s soon pouring his heart out to you about growing up. After a bit, you lumber up and grab some chips. Wyatt takes a few, while you gorge on the rest, then he suddenly asks, “Hungry? Want to go get supper?”
“Sure, I’m always up for food,” you reply heartily.
The two of you head out the door and find yourselves alone in the elevator. As it creaks its way down, Wyatt asks you, "So you told me I could tell you anything, right?"
"Sure, anything..." you reply.
Wyatt says...
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