Mike's awake.
You sense that he's not even aware of you. What he's completely focused on is his gut. He's pulled himself up a little bit, just barely sitting, but is just rubbing his belly and looking around himself. He looks like he can't quite believe what he's seeing and feeling.
You decide that the time has come to say something, but with no great inspiration, you just blurt out "Good morning."
He looks up. "Hey." Still fixated on his belly, he swings out a leg from the bed to the floor and opens up a space where, as he turns his new big, big gut, round and fairly firm, not quite a big bowl of jelly, just rolls out to fill the space. You can hardly see his boxers at all. And then... the dawning happens. He does a very delayed double take at you.
"Hey... who are you?" He has a worried maybe-I'm-still-dreaming look. But it takes another few seconds...
"It's me, Mike, it's (IYNH)."
"(IYNH)!" His jaw drops. "Wow." He starts to stand. And though he's still a very powerful athlete under all that new blubber, he still has some trouble. He looks like a Sumo wrestler now, standing up. His body is so huge and powerful, but there's so much fat everywhere it's impossible for you not to right now see the possibilities. As he lumbers towards you, he seems in awe now more with your change than his own. You realize that he's having trouble even believing it's you by some of the looks he's making.
"I've ... uh... filled out a bit since you were last here, Mike." He smiles and looks you in the eyes, as if to really be checking it's you again, and then reaches out and pulls you toward him suddenly. Instantly, you're in a bearhug. Despite your new size, being pulled into all that fat is a little overwhelming. He's bigger than Dad now, much, much fatter, and you kinda want to not still feel like a little guy next to him. He puts you down. Wow, that was a lot of fat you were just helplessly yanked into! What a feeling... what if it was more?
"Runt, you're no runt anymore! Look at you!" He's so impressed with you now, it's like he's just forgotten about his own big change. "You've filled in so well it's like you're a new person, dude. I can respect a man looks like you."
"You've filled out too." you say, blushing, sharing some of the attention, hopefully.
"I know. A lot." He looks perplexedly down again at his glorious new gut. "A whole lot. I guess I didn't realize how much in the last few weeks." You've both put on about 80 pounds in one hour and he seems to think neither is a magic event. An amazing thing it is to have him back now from school. What will he treat you like now you're "respectable" to him? He reaches down under his belly into his nether regions. You hope you're not about to see a masterbatory maneuver when he turns out to be just trying to free up some room in his boxers. "God, these are soo tight."
You didn't adjust his boxers for his gain! He's in pain. It looks like he's going to need some scissors to get them off, actually. He's gained so much fat in his thighs and belly, it's as though the big 52" boxers he's wearing have become briefs now. He'll need some 60" or more boxers... You could help him with that.
You realize that he might just accept you like this too! You're considering keeping this new very solid body for the future. You casually flex your new pecs, your new very seriously muscled arms -- 18" biceps, you guess --, your legs, you strong calves. New, all, but precisely, it seems, what Mike needs to see in someone he can call his brother.
As much as this makes you think of how much you wish he could have respected you before, it's quite the opportunity.
What should you to do today?
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