Pure Gains: Chapter 6

Jett returned from the gym, his arms and back bulging from his muscle tee. He squeezed his starter belly as he fetched the tub of protein powder from the cabinet. A poorly designed logo was pasted across the front that read “Pure Gains.” Gabriel and Knight had given it to him three weeks ago. The powder was like a magic elixir more valuable than gold. Its results were undeniable and promised a future as a bonafide muscle chub. He unscrewed the lid and his heart sank. A good portion of it had disappeared since he last used it.

How was that possible? Then he realized: his roommate, Dave. Jett stomped to Dave’s room but he wasn’t home. Dave was already big and didn’t need the extra boost of Gabriel’s proprietary blend. His annoyingly sexy straight roommate drove him crazy sometimes. Frustratedly, Jett made his gainer shake and retreated to his room.

He sat down in front of his computer as he sucked down the shake and launched a spreadsheet saved under his gainer email address. The sheet tracked all his metrics: weight, calorie intake, protein intake, measurements, workouts. The goal for every one of those metrics was simple: bigger, more. Much to his delight, Jett was achieving his goals.

Three weeks ago when he started Pure Gains, Jett was 190 pounds. Since then he had finally broken 200, a milestone he had dreamed about for years. It had materialized as some muscle mass, primarily around his arms, but most of the weight sat heavy in a band of soft belly fat and an extra inch of ass. It felt amazing. His thighs were rubbing together so much he had bald patches where the skin met. His ass stuck out like a shelf and on more than one occasion bumped objects over on accident. His pants were straining in every direction, but most importantly in the waistband. It was all so arousing that he walked around horny nearly 24/7.

Although this wasn’t Jett’s first bulk, it was his most expedient. Two months ago he was 180, which meant he’d stacked on 20+ pounds in as little as eight weeks. It felt like a whirlwind. Sure, a year ago he had bulked up to 192 which was no easy task at the time, and then he easily shed the weight over the summer. This time it felt different. The gains were not only fast but they were also going to be permanent. Jett was resolute that from here on out the numbers on the scale would only go up. Besides, he was genuinely developing an addiction to food. The Pure Gains Gabriel had sent him left him ravenously hunting for the most delicious and indulgent grub he could find all throughout the day.

Once the shake was guzzled, he scrolled through his phone, looking at his own comparison pictures and messaging guys on Grommr. His cock stiffened beneath his soggy gym shorts and he pumped his foreskin a few times then sniffed his hand. Not as musky as he would have liked. He stroked some more and then finally the Pure Gains kicked in. A wave of hunger washed over him.

Jett stumbled into the kitchen and began shoveling down some cold spaghetti from the fridge. This wouldn’t be enough, so while he ate the spaghetti he express ordered a boat load of Taco Bell. The noodles were gone soon after and he had nothing much left in the house, so he grabbed the carton of whole milk from the fridge and began to chug. He gulped it down until he felt his belly begin to stretch. Just in time, the Taco Bell arrived.

He brought it to his room and spread the food across his bed, Grommr, Tumblr, and Twitter open on his laptop. He clicked between the tabs and alternated between stuffing his face, stroking his cock, and squeezing his starter belly. His appetite was truly remarkable. Even after the Taco Bell he could keep going. Sure, he logically knew he was full but it didn’t matter, he needed more food in his belly. Back in the kitchen with a tent pitched under his shorts, Jett tore through the cabinets until he found a half eaten carton of Oreos and some Milk Duds that were his roommate’s. He greedily took them to his room.

As he swallowed the last Oreo, he shot a load across his bloated belly and slipped into a nap. The next day, Jett fell into the same spiral of maximum gluttony. And again the next day, and so on and so forth until he was begging Gabriel to send him another tub of Pure Gains a few weeks later. When that tub was finished he needed another one, and another one. Jett was addicted. He found himself in a near perpetual state of ecstasy as the numbers on his spreadsheet skyrocketed over time and the reflection in the mirror grew bigger and faster than he could have ever imagined.