The Weight of Reality: Chapter 3

Bret struggled to sit up in bed. His belly felt like a great gooey mass weighing down his center of gravity. He tried to roll over but it didn’t help that half of Dennis’s weight was atop his right leg. He was still getting used to this new body he found himself occupying, a body thick with muscle and chub and aroused by other chunky men, and the ways in which it slowed him down and got in the way. He finally rolled himself over, his belly sloshing to the side and his morning wood tapping against it, and checked the time on the alarm clock. It was still early.

He flopped back onto his back with a grunt, his belly wobbling into place atop him. He scratched at his inner thigh and played with his dick a bit. This stirred Dennis awake who offered a helping hand. It felt good to be serviced first thing in the morning. Bret put his hands behind his head and let Dennis do the work.

He looked over and saw Dubs still asleep on the other side of Dennis. The man looked like a pile of lard. Bret conjured an image of Dubs when they first arrived on set. He could recall feeling envy over how short guys like Dubs could get such ripped backs and arms. Now the muscle was barely visible beneath all the flab. Sure, Dubs had a solid base underneath all that chub, but when they fucked it all felt like pure jell-o.

Dennis switched hands and started jerking his own cock alongside Bret’s, laying his head in Bret’s armpit as he did so. The momentum caused their fat to jiggle subtly. Bret looked down. He could barely see the tip of his own cock from this angle, but he could fully see Dennis’s. He liked that his was larger. It made him feel more manly. Plus, the ten or so pounds Dennis put on the last few weeks caused his FUPA to swallow up about a whole inch making him appear even smaller. Something about this idea got Bret across the finish line. He squirted his load and Dennis followed soon after.

Everything had changed once the men began fucking. Even though none of the contestants had access to the internet and Bret was the only one who knew for certain that weight gain and homosexual antics were translating to ratings gold, everyone else could sense it. Somehow through food and sex the guys had consummated their collective power. All the while every one of them denied being gay in their confessionals. Undeniably, their latent horniness had erupted into homosexuality because the girls weren’t putting out, but in front of the camera they flipped the script. The boys were doing this to punish the girls. All of it was intentional, so they said. Regardless of the veracity of their claims, one thing became obvious: Maddie and Valerie stood no chance.

Unsurprisingly, Maddie was the first to go once the men had closed ranks. Next Jonny got eliminated. All that remained were Bret, Dennis, Dubs, and Valerie vying for that hundred grand. Production had extended the show an extra two weeks and implemented 24/7 catering, allowing the boys to grow even fatter. To no one’s surprise, it worked.

Dubs developed an especially soft and lardy physique with loose fat that was constantly jiggling to and fro, while Dennis became charmingly cherubic and swollen. Bret continued to knowingly stuff himself far beyond anything he’d ever experienced. At this point he felt dizzyingly fat, waking up every morning feeling larger than the day before. Still, he knew that putting on weight wasn’t going to be enough to win the game, so he hatched a plan.

He knew that there was no scenario in which Valerie wouldn’t be one of the top two. Eliminating Valerie meant alienating the entire female audience who watched the show. So, Bret began secretly courting her. They went on covert dates and he convinced her they should form an alliance. All the while, he continued to hook up with Dennis and Dubs. He mostly did so because it was fun and he was enjoying himself, but also to keep them complacent. As far as they were concerned, they were three fat kings.

That morning, as Dennis yanked a load out of Bret’s hefty cock, Bret was plotting a devious plan. He lumbered out of bed as soon as he got off and headed to the shower. The rapid belly gains were creating some soreness in his back so he stretched in front of the mirror as the shower warmed up. His cock was still semi-hard from the morning hand job and he admired the way his girth bobbed in the air. While staring at himself he noticed something on his thighs.

He tried looking down but his belly was in the way. He sucked in, but even still he could barely bend over to get a closer look. He threw one of his legs up onto the counter which was a fairly difficult maneuver. It landed with a thud. He leaned close to the mirror and pushed his belly and pubic fat aside. They were stretch marks. On his inner thighs. They were small and red and barely noticeable, but there was no denying their existence. He sighed and wondered what he was doing to himself in the name of celebrity.

That day they had two challenges, one of which had the boys wearing speedos. Bret had been given a new one by production since his accident and even though it fit well he felt self-conscious. Would his stretch marks be caught on camera? Would people be disgusted with him once he returned to his normal life significantly fatter? He pushed these thoughts out of his mind and kept his eye on the prize.

That night was a surprise elimination, just as Bret had assumed. He stood next to Dennis and Dubs and Valerie and waited for his plan to unfurl. Everyone was dressed in all white and surrounded by tiki torches. Bret was constantly sweating these days and the live pyrotechnics were not helping. Underboob sweat stained his shirt as the host ran through his monologue. After a grueling thirty minutes of standing in place, his entire shirt was soaking wet and transparent. The fabric clung to barrel-like midsection and tits that were drooping into a fat roll under his armpit. He felt immensely fat and uncontainable, yet also hungry and eager for a late night meal.

Finally, the time came to vote someone off. Just as he planned Valerie voted for Dennis, then Dubs did the same. Dennis looked at Bret with tears in his eyes. He was silently pleading, “save me.” Unbeknownst to him, this was Bret’s plan all along. Eliminate the more compelling love interest. Dennis was too handsome and too likable. Bret would never stand a chance against him one-on-one. Valerie, on the other hand, would never take the grand prize. And so Bret said “Dennis” and Dennis was eliminated.

As Dennis walked off set, Bret admired the man’s creamy fat rump sweating through his white shorts. He had enjoyed burying his dick in the guy’s hole and plush cheeks. In fact, Dennis was a better lay than a lot of the women Bret had been with, but he had to get eliminated. It was the only way. Bret felt a twinge of sorrow which he eventually vanquished by consuming a plate of leftover brownies and washing them down with whole milk.