Just Say No to Hunger- Part 2

Darren decides to turn the tables on the bullying jocks of his frat, from having them force feed them to them waiting on him hand and foot. Enjoy!

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"...And then I just kept, uh. Eating…" Darren gulped, the lion cradling as much of his newly expanded, roiling gut. "Then I woke up, and Chuck was looming over me and he… he forced even more food down my throat, said I owed him for costing him a thousand dollars." He gasped for air, just thinking about it making the lion anxious as he stared out across the expanse of his enormously bloated body. "And now this has happened, and I just don't know how I can fix it…"

The lion's new college friend, Jake, had also gone through an enormous transformation— already built like a professional football player, the dragon had grown into a massive, musclebound beast. There was a part of Darren that was starting to burn with envy— Jake got all the luck, it felt like, where he got rippling brawn and after a lifetime of clean living, Darren's body had been wrecked with an avalanche of pizza-fuelled gluttony, and he hadn't even touched a single drug or drink.

The dragon snorted, a little bit of fire shooting out of his nostrils as he paced around Darren's room, heavy footfalls making the boards quake. "Well I'll tell you what we're going to do. We're going to move up the timeline a bit. We're gonna take over this frat today."

Darren's eyes boggled. "I'm sorry, what? I-I blew up into a Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon, and your answer is to try and… take over BIG?"

"Buddy," Jake grinned toothily, draping his huge arm over Darren's shoulders, while his free hand pat the lion's engorged belly. "We're the biggest guys in this frat. And we're only gonna get bigger."

The lion stared openly at Jake, though he did feel his cheeks grow warm as the dragon's claws raked over his fat folds. He couldn't help but notice Jake's hand was lingering for a bit— he also couldn't help noticing that he liked it. "W-wait, what do you mean, we're only gonna get bigger?"

"Listen…" Jake began. "I've got a plan in mind that will take the jocks from forcing food down your throat, to eating out of your hand. You just gotta turn on that patent Darren charm."

The lion's mouth twisted. "I don't know…"

The dragon's clawed hand again fondled some of the lower reaches of the lion's belly. "Trust me. Now, lemme tell you what we're going to do… I got a few, uh. Visual cues line up, see if you can follow along here…" he waggled his eyebrows, bouncing his pecs. The lion fought the urge to laugh— Jake was laying it on really thick, but it sounded like he was winding up for a show-boating pep talk, with lots of flexing. He didn't think he could make it through all of that without a snack, however, so he hefted himself up and waddled over to the mini fridge in his room to grab some cold cuts— watching Jake did make him hungry for some beef, after all.

The following day, Darren was completely on board with Jake's plan. With Hell week behind them, and both the lion and dragon as full fledged members of the BIG fraternity, they were going to knock Chuck off his perch as fraternity president— a freshman had never become President, but then, BIG had never had a pair of giant freshmen like Jake and Darren. Jake would be the candidate, while Darren would be named his Vice President. Jake would work on drumming up votes, and the lion was tasked with distracting Chuck. That part would be easy— the bear was already calling him his new favorite stress toy. 

Darren was mulling over his first step when he felt a hand smack his rear with all the force of a battering ram, the sting cutting through the heavy layers of flab and making him yelp as his two enormous ass cheeks wobbled.

"Damn, it's like skipping stones at the lake— it just keeps going!" Chuck guffawed, hands squeezing at Darren's ample love handles. 

The lion hissed, trying not to get angry. Chuck had really been pushing his buttons lately. He had fantasized about siccing Jake on him— or better yet, just sitting on the bear— but he had to swallow that down to play the long game. 

"Uh, h-hey Chuck," Darren let out an exaggerated gulp, especially when he saw Chuck had his lacky, Tad. The rat smirked— a bodybuilding addict just like Chuck, he had gotten just as comfortable mocking and teasing the lardy lion as Chuck had. 

"Damn dude, you weren't lying— he keeps jiggling so much it's fucking hypnotic." Tad said. "We should get him on ozempic or some shit— oh wait, no, that's a drug. Too bad, right Darren?"

A flicker of annoyance flashed across the lion's face. "That's not—" he took in a deep breath, putting on the act of the terrified victim, relying on his acting skills. "G-guys, please, I-I was just going to get some lunch…"

"Yeah, one of three," Chuck smirked. "C'mon, Darrell Roll— let's get you down to the kitchen and make sure the trough's filled with enough slop." The bear hooked his thickly roped, bulging arm around Darren's, his peaked bicep digging into the thick layer of plush swaddling the lion's arm. Tad leered at Darren from the other side, hooking into his other arm. Between the two of them, they just managed to heft the lion off his feet.

"Damn— you're gonna be one hell of a workout!" Chuck grunted as he carried Darren down to the house kitchen. The lion, having already been down here, left some bait out for his two bullies— a case of their favorite beer.

"Holy shit," Chuck dropped Darren; the lion had more than enough padding to keep him from any pain as he landed on his enormous rump. "Dude! Is that Ballantine's?"

Darren hid a smirk as he watched the two descend on the beers. Chuck guzzled one can in a single gulp, grunting as he crushed the can against his forehead. "Nice! Alright, Say No To Diets, let's get you filled up." The bear shoved Darren down onto the floor— no chair in the kitchen was big enough for the lion anyways— and reached into the walk-in freezer. "Ugh… Okay, we got some ribs and frozen pizzas, but that'll take for fucking ever… Cool, ice cream for lunch!"

Chuck stepped out of the freezer with quarts of ice cream tucked under his arm, smirking down at Darren. "Hope you like chocolate and rocky road, dude."

The lion let the bear start shovelling ice cream into his mouth, but he kept an eye on the cans of beer. "He, uhm…" He gulped down the latest scoop. "Think I could get one? To wash all this stuff down."

"What? Dude, you're not twenty one yet— that would be illegal," Tad said with a mocking wag of his finger. "Yo, Chuck, hook me up."

The bear chuckled as they drank more of the beer. Darren just let Chuck feed him; as the two drank more, they started talking more. 

"So I went out with Ashley last night…"

"But isn't Tina your girl?"

"She doesn't know about Ashley, dude. Duh."

Darren arched his brow; that stuff was exactly what he wanted to hear. The lion leaned back, and let Chuck continue to feed him— even after the party, his newfound appetite hadn't dulled. The next few days, he let Chuck and Tad drag him off to stuff him— and while he was stuffed, he let them drink and get their lips loose. Not surprisingly, the two had more than a few skeletons in their closets— cheating on tests and girlfriends, petty theft, vandalism, pranks that probably could count for a few charges of assault… All the while, Darren had to admit, there was no slowing down his appetite.

While Jake actively started campaigning, Darren kept Chuck and Tad distracted— they seemed to really love feeding him, to the point where it started to feel less like a bullying joke and more like an almost therapeutic outlet.

"It's like…" Tad huffed, the rat holding up a plate of chicken wings up to Darren. The lion's gut had grown to something roughly the size of a small car— two different plates of food were resting on his puffed up chest, and his sausage fingers were wrapped around an extra large gainer shake. "I just want to feel like my own man, you know? I just do whatever Chuck tells me to and… just kinda turned my brain off, y'know?"

"Mmph—" Darren gulped down the meat of one bone. "Well, just because he's your friend, doesn't mean you have to do everything he says, you know? If he cares about you, he'll like you even if you don't always agree with him." There was all his training in peer pressure— it had all come down to this, a literal gym rat stuffing him with several pounds worth of barbecue chicken wings.

"Yeah…" Tad then looked down at the plate, and back up at the lion. Seeing that the blubbery beast wasn't eating, he snapped his fingers in front of Darren's face. "Hey, hey! Lunch isn't done yet. We got two other plates to get through."

"Ah, I don't know…" Darren sighed, running his hand over his belly. It was time to test something out. "Wings aren't really doing it for me. Do you think… I could maybe have some of that pizza I saw in the fridge?"

The rat clicked his tongue. "I don't know… that's Chuck's pizza."

"Hey." Darren placed his thick hand on Tad's broad shoulder. "What'd we just talk about? You can stand up to Chuck. Go ahead— get me the pizza."

"Yeah… yeah, you're right!" Tad palmed his fist. "Don't move, lardbucket— you're getting some meat lover's pizza."

"There we go!" Darren clapped his hands. "You go, man!"

"...And it's like— I'm trying to defend my frat presidency from that stupid dragon boyfriend of yours," Chuck snarled, "Like, just because he can breathe fire and he's bigger than me now, and meanwhile Tad is like— I don't even know him anymore!" He shoved a burrito into the lion's wide maw, and he started to choke a bit. The bear grunted as he dug into the lion's back fat, smacking him hard enough to dislodge the bit of meat stuck in his throat free, and sending ripples across this hefty layers of fat. "There ya go, fatso. Try not to inhale it next time, jeez."

"First of all—"

"Hey, just because you choked a bit doesn't mean you're out of these burritos— I got steak, just like you wanted, so open up!" Chuck snarled.

"Fine, fine," Darren grumbled, snatching up the rest of the burrito. "First of all, Jake and I aren't dating."

"Uh-huh."

"Second of all, Chad— you know you don't like… need to be on all the time, right?" Darren said. He sat up a bit, his belly spilling over his splayed out, keg-sized thighs. "I mean. We've talked enough about your feelings that I know how much pressure being this alpha male dude. Who is Chad, under all that? I don't even think I know what major you are."

The bear glanced to the side. "It's… Art History."

Darren scoffed. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Look, my dad's this big avant-garde artist, so I got this whole fancy education and while I personally don't vibe with the aesthetics of postmodernism, I have always found the early cubist period and the symbolist period particularly evocative of—" Chad swerved his head back, eyes widening as he caught the dimples in Darren's round cheeks from his half-hidden smirk. "If you tell anyone, I swear to God, I will roll you feet first into a garbage disposal, soon as I find one big enough for your fat ass!" 

Darren held up his hands. "Okay, okay— but you know, I can't talk if my mouth is full of…"

Chuck rolled his eyes. "Shut up, I got that stupid gelato you wanted."

The lion smirked. "Good boy. Hey, listen. You know how Jake has set up that toga party for next week?

"Yeah…?" The bear asked as he started scooping up the gelato into a huge mixing bowl.

"I was hoping you could do me a favor, big guy— you and Tad. See, I had some concerns about the catering…"

The music was thumping loud as the brothers of BIG were drinking their way to oblivion. The toga party was already shaping up to be the biggest party of the season— and while Jake might be president after tonight, Darren felt like a king. The lion sat on a weathered old couch like his slightly too-small throne; they had to get California King-sized sheets to envelope his now gigantic, roiling landslide of a gut, the lowest depths sinking down to the floor. Hefty, monster truck tire thighs and his bloated, chair-crushing rear filled the couch's width armrest to armrest. Chuck's hand dug deep into the lion's huge love handles as he hefted up a keg. 

"Alright, Darr-igible, we got the keg! And we got an ID card saying it was your twenty-first birthday yesterday." Chuck said.

Darren sighed. "Alright, alright— I suppose I can bend just this once. But you gotta keep these burgers coming, Tad— you remember how I like them, right?"

"Don't worry, extra bacon and onions, I got it," Tad said. "You don't need to tell me twice!"

Darren glanced across the living room, where he met eyes with the hulking mountain of scaled beef that was Jake, and they winked— with Chuck and Tad distracted feeding Darren and hanging on his every word, the election was practically tied up.

"Now," the lion snapped his fingers. "Remember how we're going to do this— Tad, you got the hose, Chuck, you got the keg— and only after, we can sit down and you all can tell me what your problems are— I am officially in session."