The Fat Factory: Chapter 8

The next morning the boys awoke in silence. They slipped on their jockstraps, their stomachs muffin topping above the waistband, and their ass and thighs gobbling up the leg straps. Chris Anthony’s fat pad pushed against the cotton fabric of the cup. Their crop tops clung to their curves and allowed the bellies they had so ferociously packed full of calories the last five days to hang free.

In tandem the couple marched towards their final weigh in. They entered a gilded room with a single electronic scale and a large screen mounted on the wall. The intercom system sputtered to life.

“Welcome to your final weigh in. The glutton who has gained the most weight will be escorted out of the building. The losing competitor will be invited to participate in another five day competition. Good luck.”

Chris Anthony was asked to go first. He tried to calm his nerves as he stepped onto the scale. The screen in front of him lit up and giant red letters appeared starting at zero and continuing to climb. It seemed to take an eternity as soft anxiety inducing music played in the background. Finally, the number stopped at 239.

“Chris Anthony, five days ago you weighed 217 pounds. Today you weigh 239 pounds. That is a 22 pound gain. Congratulations.”

It was Frederic’s turn and he was terrified. No doubt he felt significantly fatter, but there was no way he could beat 22 pounds in five days. That would be astronomical. He took a deep breath and stepped onto the scale.

“Frederic, five days ago you weighed 186 pounds. Today you weigh 211 pounds. That is a 25 pound gain. You are the winner, congratulations.”

Frederic’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t believe it. Within only a few days he had hit 200 pounds and gained even further. He turned towards Chris Anthony in excitement, but something was off. He couldn’t read the expression on his boyfriend’s face.

Indeed, Chris Anthony was not sure how to feel. On one hand he was turned on staring at his partner who had grown an undeniable gut seemingly out of nowhere. Taking a step back from everything that was going on, Frederic was genuinely looking like a tubby guy and it was absolutely hot. Yet, Chris Anthony couldn’t shake the jealousy.

“What the fuck,” Chris Anthony said. “Did you fucking cheat? Did you sneak food this morning or something?”

“Seriously? Are you kidding me Chris Anthony?”

“Frederic,” the voice announced. “Please exit immediately. Chris Anthony, proceed to the feeding room.”

Frederic went for a hug but Chris Anthony shrugged him off. Feeling dejected, Frederic turned away and returned to the inconspicuous entrance. He was given his clothes by the man behind the counter, casually, as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired the last several days.

Getting dressed, Frederic found that the shorts he had been wearing when he arrived now absolutely refused to button. And his T-shirt was so snug that it felt inappropriate to wear in public. Altogether, the clothing was wildly uncomfortable, not only because it no longer fit his new chubbier body, but also because he’d grown used to being half naked all day. Taking one more deep breath, Frederic stepped through the doorway and was smacked by the fresh air and sunshine.

Meanwhile, Chris Anthony was getting pumped full of calories once again. Only this time, he was alone. Moving through the feeding machines like a pig in a factory farm, Chris Anthony became increasingly morose. He wished he hadn’t let his jealousy overcome him like that. At the end of the day, it wasn’t important who gained the most weight. He was just a sucker for competition and now regretted not sending Frederic off on good terms.

Plus, he had to spend another five days in this wild place! With a stranger! Chris Anthony already missed his boyfriend. If only they had made the most of their final night together instead of going to bed with tension.

He supposed that at the very least there was a bright side. If he’d already gained 22 pounds, that meant he could do it again. Plus some. The thought of 44 pounds, maybe even fifty, in a little less than two weeks was getting him horny again. Even if he lost the first round to Frederic, he was the winner in the long run. There was no way Frederic was going to gain another 25 pounds all on his own.

Chris Anthony spent the rest of the day on the feeding machines. No challenge was to be had until he met his new competitor. He wondered what sort of person it could be. He prayed it would be someone sexy. When he returned to the bedroom that night, he got his wish.

Sitting on the bed was Fill. His legs were spread wide and looked abundantly thick. So thick, in fact, that between the girth of his thighs and the heft of his belly, his jockstrap was not even visible. His gut looked humongous piled atop his lap, covered in hair and stretch marks. He breathed heavily in a way particular to fat guys, with the bed sagging underneath him. Chris Anthony grinned and stepped forward.

“Hey big guy,” they said in unison.

They both cracked a big grin before locking lips.