Thicker than Blood: Chapter 2

Cliff was breathing heavily as he washed the last bite of pizza down with chocolate milk. His stomach surged forward in front of him, clad in a tight white tee with a couple of grease stains on the chest. His thighs filled the same ratty gray sweatpants he’d been wearing daily for months now. Nothing else fit beside a stiff pair of Dickie’s he’d been peer pressured into buying for a party. Those pants were too restricting and therefore too much of a reminder of how chubby he was becoming. Cliff preferred the sweatpants because they gave him plausible deniability of his own weight gain. 

“Dude, you’ve been eating like crazy lately,” one of his friends said from across the table. 

Cliff paused and looked up to notice all of his friends staring at him curiously. 

“Oh,” he said. “I didn’t realize…” 

“Yeah man, you legit just ate half that pizza.” 

Cliff laughed awkwardly and then changed the subject. The truth was that he was eating like crazy, but he tried not to think about it. In some dark recess of his brain he knew it turned him on, but Cliff avoided the idea at all cost. He’d even deleted all the porn accounts off his phone. When he jerked off in bed, all it took was squeezing a handful of his own belly fat to shoot his load, and then he would even deny it even turned him on. The weight gain was just accidental, so he told himself. Like his friend said, it was simply the freshman fifteen… it was normal for a guy his age. 

Back at the dorm, Cliff showered off and sucked down another chocolate milk he had stashed in the fridge. He had to pick his brother up from the airport and suddenly the reality of his family seeing the gut he’d packed on in recent months struck him like a brick. His older brother Huw played college baseball and had a physique that could put their dad’s to shame. With rattled nerves, Cliff threw on his baggiest black shirt and headed for the airport. 

It seemed to do the trick, because Huw didn’t comment on Cliff’s body upon first interaction. However, Huw immediately threw a wrench into Cliff’s plans. He wanted to make an immediate stop at the gym to get a pump in since he’d been traveling all day. Cliff tried to protest. Cliff didn’t bring gym clothes, but Huw had an extra pair. Cliff didn’t have the money for a day pass, but Huw would pay for him. Cliff lied that his shoulder hurt, but Huw would work around it. Eventually, they ended up at the gym and Cliff’s heart was racing. 

In the locker room, Huw handed his brother a pair of clothes and then began to strip. Huw was in incredible shape. Lean muscle glistened under the fluorescent light. Enormous glutes quivered and biceps flexed with each movement. Cliff held up the stringer tee he was expected to wear and gulped. This wasn’t going to go over well.

Stepping into the tiny gym shorts caused his panic to rise. They cinched into the fresh dough on his waist and there was not much spare fabric in the thighs. Looking down, he hadn’t even realized he’d gained so much weight in his lower body. His inner thighs looked surprisingly doughy and he could feel the fabric stretching over his rear. Finally, he slung the stringer tee over his head. It was bad. His belly pushed dramatically at the fabric and you could see the outline of his belly button. 

“Holy shit, Cliff.” 

Cliff turned around to see his brother’s jaw hanging slack. 

“When did you get so fucking fat? I just saw you six months ago…” 

“Uh,” Cliff’s face turned bright red, “it’s just the, uh, freshman fifteen…” 

“Fifteen sounds conservative. Jesus Christ bro, what are they feeding you at this school? Fucking good thing we’re at the gym.” 

The next hour and a half were excruciating for Cliff. Not only did he look like a chubby fool in his brother’s gym clothes, but Huw was pushing him relentlessly. It wasn’t difficult for his brother to uncover the shoulder injury was a lie, and after that he stayed on Cliff like a dictator. By the end of their session Cliff was drenched in sweat and panting for life. His muscles burned and his lungs gasped for air. 

The next few weeks were no walk in the park either. Huw immediately broadcast to the whole family that his baby brother had descended into “obesity.” A surge of concern and support flooded Cliff’s phone. It was all too much. Perhaps the worst part of all was that in some sick corner of his brain all the attention turned Cliff on. The embarrassment was arousing, the implicit accusations of being lazy and slovenly kept Cliff in a horny frenzy. Instead of hitting the gym, his instinct was to eat even more, grow even fatter. The urge to balloon at any cost was so overwhelming he could no longer hide from it. 

After a few days he got back into all his old porn accounts. This time he didn’t hold back, following all chubby and overweight men he had tried to ignore for so long. In no time he found his way into online gainer subcultures and then all bets were off. He was jerking off multiple times a day in between frantic bouts of gluttony that left his stomach aching. The deeper he went the more he knew he couldn’t stop. 

His parents paid for a gym membership that he pretended to use. He logged fake healthy meals in a calorie tracker his dad could view. He boasted to his family of how much he was walking in a day, how great he felt being active. In reality, he stayed indoors with the blinds drawn jerking off to fat guys on the internet while he stuffed his own face with greasy fast food. He even picked up a few weight gain tips from the internet. He was drinking melted ice cream on a weekly basis, ordered a box Boost VHC, and melted butter into every dish imaginable. 

There was no denying it: Cliff Reynolds was determined to expand. The only problem was doing it on a shoestring budget. The mess hall could only provide so much, plus the food was mediocre. His parents provided him a stipend but that didn’t go very far, especially with the price of fast food going up. He had a credit card from his parents for emergencies, but it was difficult to disguise food orders on there. Now that he had accepted his fate of fatness, Cliff was not content in letting any obstacle get in his way. No matter what it took, he was going to get massive.