The Fat Factory: Chapter 5

Day 3 inside the Factory began once again with an omnipresent alarm ringing out through their bedroom. The boys were cuddled together in their bed spooning. Chris Anthony was ironically the little spoon, his belly pooling out in front of him like a pile of lard. Frederic was wrapped around him from behind, his own belly pressed against Chris Anthony’s lower back and his morning wood against Chris Anthony’s fluffy ass. Frederic’s arm wrapped around Chris Anthony’s belly lovingly, cradling the ball of fat as though it were a newborn.

The boys groaned when the alarm went off. They were excited to be gaining weight whilst trapped in this bizarre scenario, but there was no denying it was a lot of effort. Stuffing oneself to maximum capacity day after day took a toll on their energy. It was no easy feat.

They rolled out of bed and donned their uniforms of crop tops and jockstraps. Chris Anthony patted his gut in anticipation of what was to come. Frederic was still donning a hard on and wishing that he and Chris Anthony could have gotten a bit of morning sex in before the day’s activities commenced. They rubbed the sleep from their eyes and made their way to their next challenge as instructed.

The two young men entered a room that was composed exclusively of glass and mirrors, with blue LED light and smoke refracting against the surfaces. They sat down each at a translucent block with smoke swirling within. The speaker turned on and announced that today’s challenge would be a guessing game. Two edible items would emerge from the block and the boys had to eat the one they thought had the most calories. The winner of this challenge would receive a year’s supply worth of gainer shakes once they re-entered the real world.

This was a desirable prize and once it was announced the air was sucked out of the room. Despite their camaraderie, Chris Anthony and Frederic both wanted this prize for their own. They saddled up for the first pairing, their bellies pushed outward in hungry anticipation. Chris Anthony was rubbing his for good luck as Frederic cleared his head of horny thoughts so that he could focus.

The first pairing was a cheeseburger and a club sandwich. It was obviously a trick question and both boys chose the club sandwich, gobbling it down with aplomb. They were both correct. Next came a milkshake and a platter of chili cheese fries. This one was more difficult. Chris Anthony chose the fries and Frederic chose the shake. Frederic was the winner.

Next came a slushie and a glass of milk. Then a quesadilla and a grilled cheese. Last was a cream filled donut and an ice cream sundae. Frederic correctly chose the glass of milk, the quesadilla, and the donut. Chris Anthony only selected the donut. When he was announced the winner Frederic leapt up off his seat, his belly fat and stomach contents sloshing uncomfortably up and down, and yelped.

Chris Anthony felt a pang of jealousy. He may have been the fatter one in the relationship, but apparently Frederic knew his food science. He would have to prove himself at the next challenge. He did have the larger stomach capacity after all. At least judging from their waistlines he assumed that he did, but come to think of it they did tie at Pac Man. Could it be possible that Frederic was winning the entire competition? They hadn’t been weighed since that first day so it was anyone's guess.

“A year’s supply of gainer shakes, can you believe it?” Frederic squealed as they made their way to the feeding machines.

“Yeah yeah, congrats.”

“I wonder what kind they will be? I bet it's a special formula. Probably whatever they use in these machines they strap us up to. Wow, and a year's worth too. I’m going to get properly plump in no time!”

Chris Anthony was still irritated at his loss and marched into the feeding machine room with gusto. He strapped himself in; ready to be fattened. What used to be an uncomfortable and clinical mode of stuffing was quickly becoming normal and even desirable to the boys. It was an easy way to swell their stomach up with calories without having to put any effort in besides swallowing.

Once they were bloated up to capacity the rotund and fatigued gainers dismounted the machines and lumbered back to their bedroom. They groaned and belched as their stomachs attempted to digest the mass of food percolating in their bellies. With all the blood rushing to their stomachs they had grown lazy and ready for bed.

“Wow, can you believe how distended my stomach looks?” Frederic mentioned. “It’s, like, practically spherical.”

“You call that a sphere?” Chris Anthony teased and lifted his belly with both hands to show off its girth.

“Yeah yeah, but you had that tank before you got here. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my belly so swollen before. I can’t wait until it all turns to fat.” Frederic grinned and reached over to rub Chris Anthony’s buddha belly, “I also can’t wait to see you turn into an even bigger pig.”

Chris Anthony couldn’t shake his jealousy and casually dismissed his partner’s advances. Something had been triggered inside of him and he needed to win this competition. He needed to prove that he was the fattest guy, the biggest gainer, the true pig. That night the boys fell asleep in silence on opposite sides of the bed.