Entitled: Chapter 2

Quinn sat at the bar by himself waiting for Valentino to return. A svelte stranger from across the room made strong eye contact with Quinn, who looked down at his drink nervously. Glancing back up, they locked eyes once more. Quinn sat up straight and rested his elbows on the table so his biceps would bulge beneath the neon lights. He never went to gay bars and initially rejected Valentino’s pleas to go out, but now he was grateful that he did. 

“Hello??” Valentino moaned obnoxiously from behind Quinn. “What are you staring at? I’m back, aren't you glad?” 

“I think that guy over there is into me.” 

“Who? Oh, him! Fuck that guy,” Valentino made a gesture shooing the man away from across the room. “He turned me down in the fucking bathroom. I never get turned down! Besides, he’s not even that hot.” 

Quinn rolled his eyes at Valentino as the man disappeared into the crowd. Valentino perched himself on the stool next to Quinn and flagged down the bartender. From this position, Quinn noticed that Valentino had a small pot belly bulging outward into his lap. He wore a skin tight yellow designer tee and from this angle it wasn’t doing him any favors. Quinn could imagine that from behind, the tee was likely riding up to reveal love handles and Valentino’s pale ass crack. Valentino ordered two shots and closed out. 

“Let’s get out of here. This place is dead tonight.” 

The club wasn’t dead. In fact, it was pretty crowded, but if Valentino wasn’t getting any attention that meant it was dead. For the entire car ride home, Valentino prattled on about his superior good looks and impeccable sense of humor, about his massive cock that was a gift to mankind even though he liked to bottom and also had the prettiest hole in town. Other gay men should feel honored to get fucked by Valentino, according to Valentino. Quinn barely said a word as his roommate babbled on with narcissistic grandeur. 

As soon as they stepped inside the apartment, Valentino had the oven preheating as he yanked a bag of tater tots and a frozen pizza from the fridge. Quinn suppressed a smile as he watched his plan in action. While the oven heated up, Valentino slurped down leftover chow mein from the fridge and demanded that Quinn make them margaritas. 

“Let’s make them slushies?” Quinn suggested. 

“You read my fucking mind.” 

Quinn loaded up the blender with the requisite ingredients along with a pint of lemon sorbet. As it blended he loaded the bong and handed it to his roommate. Valentino greedily yanked it from his hands. Quinn chuckled to himself, it was like giving candy to a child. Valentino ripped the bong as Quinn poured the drinks into a liter sized jar and handed one over. They cheersed and then gulped down the sugary concoctions. Valentino headed to the couch with his drink in one hand and the bong in the other. 

“Hey, will you cut the pizza in a few and also bring over the ranch dressing?” 

Quinn did as he was told and spread the caloric drunk food across the living room table, even breaking out a tub of store bought brownies for dessert. With the TV on, the boys dug in. It was uncommon for Quinn to join Valentino at the club, but it was becoming routine for him to join Valentino on the couch. Through their nightly feasting Quinn found a sense of camaraderie with his roommate. Even when Valentino made rude comments, it didn’t cut as deep if their bellies were full and they were stoned and giggling at a dumb TV show.

Granted, Quinn had his own devious plan at play. He was intentionally fattening Valentino up in order to soil his good looks and bravado. Given how the night had gone, it seemed to be working. Quinn kept the house over-stocked with fattening foods that would entice his roommate’s greedy appetite at all times. As a dejected Valentino raised a slice of pizza drenched in ranch to his lips, Quinn knew that his roommate had fallen right into his little trap. 

The two men ate until the table was cleared, with Val taking the lion’s share. Quinn was nodding off in a stoned food coma when he felt a warm hand on his thigh. He looked over to see Valentino stroking himself beneath his boxer briefs. Quinn was taken aback. 

“You wanna see how big it is?” 

Stupefied, Quinn barely muttered “no” before stumbling to his bedroom. He was shocked, confused, and a little turned on. He tried to forget about it and doze off. 

The rest of the semester continued accordingly. The boys’ pig out sessions became a nightly occurrence that caused both of their appetites to expand. Quinn tried to compensate for their gluttony at the gym by doing bigger lifts and more cardio. Consequently, he bulked up a bit and softened in the middle. Valentino, however, was growing according to plan. The skinny fat twink became pudgy in no time. The best part was that he didn’t seem to notice. He continued to squeeze himself into designer looks that bulged and bowed and stretched around his fresh rolls of fat. Quinn couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the swelling brat. 

Just as Quinn wanted, Valentino’s success rate at the club began to drop due to his weight gain. The caveat was that Val increasingly made moves on Quinn during drunken moments of desperation. Quinn always refused, but sometimes he wondered what it would be like. Valentino’s ass was particularly fat and Quinn could imagine the soft cheeks bouncing on his dick during sex. He even liked the idea of gripping Valentino’s wide love handles during doggy. He tried to put these thoughts out of his mind and order another behemoth grocery delivery, but even that was making him hard.