House of Hunks: Chapter 8

All four roommates sat uncomfortably on the couch. When they had first purchased this couch nearly ten years ago, they could all fit with ease. Not so much anymore. Winter left Kevin and Sebastian morbidly obese. Every part of Kevin from head to toe was puffy with fat. He spread across the couch like Jabba the Hutt, his belly exposed with over a dozen fresh stretch marks.

Sebastian, on the other hand, was a planet. As his belly continued to swell beyond belief, his muscled arms and legs looked small in comparison. Luke was now certifiably a fat guy with a cozy stomach and fat ass that spread out beneath him. Andres was bigger than ever. He embodied the ex-jock look with a chunky and wide upper body held up by strong legs. Altogether, the couch creaked as the men were uncomfortably pressed against one another.

Andres had just returned from a therapist appointment. He believed he had body dysmorphia because he felt massive despite his scale and closet telling him otherwise. This was of particular concern once winter defrosted and spring brought his modeling gig back onto the horizon. Tomorrow was the big day and Andres felt panicked that something just wasn’t right.

To calm him down, his roommates devilishly suggested a movie and take out to ensure that Andres was at peak bloat for the fashion show. This did work to calm him down, as food had become a source of comfort lately. While Luke, Sebastian, and Kevin, had enjoyed watching their plan come to fruition across Andres’ waistline, a part of them did feel bad. They all knew Andres had a disastrous day before him.

The next day

Andres woke up with a pit in his overstretched stomach. He was nervous and had a foreboding sense of the day ahead. He started with a workout and protein shake and resolved to not eat anything else until after the show. Despite being on rocky terms with the rest of the house, he had invited all the guys to attend. When they finally waddled to the car that evening they looked like a gang of overfed burglars dressed in all black.

Arriving at the venue, they were stopped at the door. The small twink looked at Andres skeptically while balancing a clipboard on his boney hip.

“This is a private event,” the twink said with a bitchy tone.

“I’m on the list?” Andres was nervous.

The twink looked Andres up and down disapprovingly, then glanced at the obese men standing around him. Sebastian’s overhang hung out of his shirt and Luke scratched at his belly. Luke had chocolate smeared on his shirt and was wheezing from the walk over.

“I’m one of the models,” Andres said. “I’m in the show.”

“You’re in the show,” the twink suppressed laughter. “I’m not seeing your name on the list.”

“I never gave you my name. It’s Andres. Moeisha cast me… ask her.”

“Hmm, not on the list. Sorry.”

Andres was turning red with embarrassment. The roommates watched him nervously as Andres asked to speak to Moeisha. The twink was not enthused but eventually Moeisha appeared with a stunned look in her eyes.

“Andres? What happened?” Moeisha said. “What have you been eating?”

“What hasn’t he been eating,” the twink murmured.

“I’m- I, I’ve only gained ten pounds…”

“Oh honey,” Moeisha said. “You’re fired. You need to drop like fifty pounds or start auditioning for plus sized jobs. You’re fat and you need to proceed accordingly. I gotta go. Best of luck out there.”

Moeisha disappeared inside and could be heard saying “can you believe it” to some assistant while the twink giggled and flashed Andres a shit eating grin. Andres was dripping with embarrassment and shame yet was too stunned to move.

“Hey chubs, you gotta go or I’m calling security,” the twink said.

“Come on,” Luke grabbed Andres by his beefy arm and led the men back to the car. “Let’s go for a drink.”

At their favorite bar Andres slung back three shots in a row before even ordering a beer. An aura of guilt and humor and satisfaction hung over the other men in the group. Despite all the planning, they were at a loss of how to respond to Andres’ humiliation besides getting hammered. And so hammered they became.

They returned home several hours later, bellies sloshing with alcohol and food. Sebastian sat on the couch and groaned at the prospect of removing his black leather boots. This had become a monumental task with so much chub in the way and so Luke got on his knees to help, exchanging furtive glances with Sebastian all the while. Andres drunkenly watched their every move.

“You guys have been fucking haven’t you?” Andres slurred.

Luke’s stomach dropped and his eyes grew wide. No one knew what to say.

“Fat fucking fags sucking and fucking aren’t you.”

Luke, Sebastian, and Kevin remained in a stunned silence.

“Well thanks for the invite motherfuckers!” Andres exclaimed.