The Four Encouragers of Freshman Year: Tom

September through January

Damien was a beautiful guy. I noticed him the day he moved into the dorms. He had medium length dark brown hair that he was always pushing out of the way, dark piercing eyes, and curvy red lips framed between high cheekbones and a nice jawline. He was a bit on the shorter side and undeniably stocky. He looked like he played sports in high school, though he didn’t appear to have the temperament of a jock. He seemed moodier than your average sportsman and his style of dress demonstrated an affinity for the arts.

He often wore tattered faded clothes with niche band names printed on them. His shirts were always snug and he always seemed to draw attention to that fact. He was constantly stretching or reaching for something that would cause his tee to ride up and reveal his soft beginner’s belly, and then he wouldn’t pull it back down. In the cafeteria he piled his plate high with food and belched and patted his belly as he ate. He was almost comically theatrical about his body and appetite. I knew a gainer when I saw one.

One time, about a month into our freshman semester, I caught him in the student union talking to some straight muscle guy. Damien grabbed the fat at his middle with both hands, squeezing the pudge out as much as physically possible, and complained how he’s put on the freshman fifteen. He looked at the muscle guy with pleading horny eyes. I could only laugh, and conceal my hard on.

We officially met each other one drunken Friday night waiting for a toilet to open up in the dorms. Damien wore a wife beater even though it was starting to get cold out. Paired with snug denim that propped up his muffin top, the tank clung to the curvature at his middle and was ready to ride up and reveal his supple flesh with even the slightest move. He walked with an aggression that caused his little paunch to wobble up and down and then leaned against the wall and gave his belly a scratch.

“Your shirt is getting a bit snug, isn’t it?” I don’t know how I mustered up the courage to mutter these words but I did.

He looked at me like a deer in the headlights before saying, “Yeah man, this freshman fifteen isn’t joking around.” A pause hung in the air as I stared at his belly and then made eye contact.

“Might turn into the freshman fifty if you’re not careful,” I replied.

I’m pretty sure both of us were instantly hard after I said that. Unfortunately, someone exited the bathroom and it was my turn to enter. When I was finished Damien had disappeared. After a week of anxiety and second guessing myself I left a note on his door with my phone number and asked if he wanted to come to my room for burgers sometime. Obviously, he did.

I had three burgers and three orders of fries waiting when he arrived in a T-shirt so small and clean that I had to assume he bought it new just to show off. I lied and said they accidentally gave me an extra order. At that point, I think we both knew where this was headed. He scarfed down his own food and then the second burger and fries. I had intentionally only picked at mine and then passed it to him. He seemed pretty full but he powered through anyway. I forgot what happened next but eventually we were awkwardly kissing while I massaged his belly. There seemed to be a tacit understanding that we shared the same kink, and after I sucked him off we made plans to meet up again.

The next three times we hung out we essentially recreated our first date in my bedroom but with different food. Damien was always one to show off and whenever he finished eating he would say “that’s it?” or something similar even though I knew he was full. After each stuffing I would suck him off and massage his chub but he never serviced me.

Eventually, we began eating out in public. He liked the Chinese buffet on the other side of town or any fast food restaurant. I always paid and I always sucked him off. There was no denying the fact he was incredibly self-involved. I was a loyal encourager though and I didn’t mind, especially because our efforts were definitely paying off. Damien was putting on weight pretty quickly.

By midterms, there was at least an extra two inches to grab on his belly and love handles. I could feel his belly getting softer with time. He was outgrowing clothes too. That white tank top no longer fully covered his gut, leaving just a sliver of fuzzy bloated navel exposed when stood up. His pants were basically painted on and required unbuttoning as soon as he sat down to eat. Still, he refused to size up until they ripped.

Finally, one day after a massive McDonald’s spread we were making out in his car and the button sprung off his pants and chipped the passenger window. This was an extremely erotic moment for each of us and for the first time Damien jerked me off until completion. Afterwards, I I kept the button as a souvenir. This moment was significant for not only was my impact on Damien’s waistline now tangible, but I could also glimpse a future of us together as a couple.

A few days after his button popped, Damien arrived at my dorm room with a funnel feeder, a jug of heavy cream, and some mass gainer. That night I poured about three thousand calories inside of him in less than an hour and then fed him a box of mac n cheese. I remember being shocked at his capacity. He had taken it like a champ, sitting on my bed breathing heavily with a rock hard erection juicing precum through his underwear. I massaged his belly until he fell asleep in my arms.

For the next few weeks leading up to winter break I funnel fed him multiple times a week. I truly watched him expand before my very eyes. He was putting on at least a pound a week at this point. His belly was rounding out considerably and the rest of his body softened alongside it. His thighs were fat, his ass was dimpled, his arms were getting flabby. Somehow, his face remained strikingly sharp, but below the neck he was becoming a fat guy. I even had the great honor of watching his very first stretch marks develop on each side of his belly button.

During winter break I didn’t hear from Damien once. I texted him a couple times and received no response. I vacillated between feeling heartbroken and worried that something tragic might have happened. When I returned to the dorms I wondered if he would be there. A week passed and I didn’t see him once. Perhaps he had changed schools, I told myself. Maybe there was a family tragedy. Who knows.

Then one day I heard a knock at my door. I opened it up and there stood Damien, a good thirty pounds heavier, and holding a tote bag with the unmistakable outline of his funnel. I was upset, but I still let him in. With a self-satisfied air, he undressed before me, his body wobbling with every movement. Naturally, I couldn’t look away. How had he grown so fat in only a month's time? What had happened to him back home over winter break?

His belly was massively plump and threatening to fall into an overhang. I thought back to the first time we spoke months ago and I teased him about the freshman fifty. My words had been a prophecy. The stretch marks around his belly button had multiplied and now reach all the way around to his love handles. His ass literally sagged with fat. Just getting his clothes off was getting him winded and when he sat on my bed the wood frame creaked like never before.

Sure I was upset about him disappearing on me, but who was I to deny this hungry hog? I strapped him up to the funnel and he vociferously gulped down more than I’d ever seen him consume. All the while he slapped and jiggled his belly in between stroking his cock. When I removed the funnel, he simply uttered: “more.” So I kept going. That night he ate until he started to gag. His breath was labored and his eyes glazed over in a manner I had never seen. He slept in my bed that night because he was too full to move.

The following week I observed him a few times on campus. He seemed to be struggling with the newfound girth. He walked slowly, breathed heavily, and had to take numerous breaks going up stairs or walking across campus. The next time he showed up at my dorm I let him in, but I knew I had to say something.

“Do you think that, maybe, you should slow down a bit? You know, just for health reasons or whatever?”

Damien promptly exited my room and I never heard from him again.