The Fat Factory: Chapter 2

Frederic and Chris Anthony were nervous, neither one had ever been to a bath house let alone one for gainers, but they agreed to check it out. The three men walked a few blocks into an industrial area of town that seemed pretty barren. Finally, they approached a building with a glowing red door and stepped inside.

They each paid $40 and were then asked to step onto scales nearby. Chris Anthony weighed 217 pounds and Frederic 186. When they stepped off the scales they looked around and Fill had disappeared. They asked the man at the desk where their friend was but he didn’t acknowledge the question. Instead, he gave them two tickets to a cake eating contest with directions on one side.

They stepped through a metal door and into a dark hallway. Thumping electronic music played in the background as they made their way down the hallway and through a couple more corridors. Finally, they found their destination: a door marked “Challenge #1.”

Stepping inside, the boys were dazzled by a psychedelic room with checkered floors and red drapery on the walls. Two tables with chairs sat across from each other covered with decadent looking cakes on cake stands of varying height. Cautiously, they each took a seat at one of the tables. The crackle of a speaker turning on pierced the room.

“Welcome,” a robotic voice called out. “Whoever eats the most cake in thirty minutes will win appetite enhancers for the next challenge. Commence!”

Chris Anthony and Frederic stared at each other in stunned disbelief. What was happening? A few moments passed before Chris Anthony shrugged and shoved a heaping handful of cake into his mouth. Frederic looked around for utensils. There were none. So he followed suit, shoveling some of the most delicious and expertly decorated cake he’d ever tasted into his open mouth. The cake was of such fine quality that he almost regretted consuming it in such a brutish manner. That is, until he noticed Chris Anthony was already polishing off his first cake.

Frederic picked up the pace, which wasn’t easy considering how much he had already consumed during the day. He tried to forget how full his belly felt, and instead focused on the erotics of growing fatter and stuffing himself full of calories. Eventually his vision blurred as his mind became a flurry of fantasies of himself and Chris Anthony leaving this place inordinately fatter.

Before they knew it a bell rang and the boys looked up from their stooped positions over their respective tables. They looked feral: covered in sweat, cake smeared all over their faces, bellies bulging, and erections throbbing. It was obvious who had won. Frederic had about twice the cake remaining than Chris Anthony.

“Chris Anthony,” the robotic voice startled them both, “you have won this challenge. Consume your appetite stimulants upon your exit.”

For the first time they noticed a red door on the opposite side of the room. A pedestal sat to the left of the doorway with two pills on it. Chris Anthony groaned as he stood up. His belly was tight as a drum and his jaw hurt from a day's worth of gluttony. Frederic stood up, similarly fatigued, and patted his belly. At least at this rate weight gain was guaranteed, he told himself.

“I’m tired, let’s go home,” Chris Anthony said to his partner. “I don’t need the pills,” he shouted at the disembodied computer voice.

“Before you are to access your bunks, there is one more challenge to complete. Navigate to the exit to begin your next challenge,” the chilly voice replied.

“Bunks?” Frederic said. “What the fuck is this?”

Chris Anthony swallowed the pills and motioned for Frederic to follow him. The next room was a rainbow of pastel tones similarly set up with two tables and chairs. Although, next to the table were two giant vats of technicolor liquid.

The voice returned, “Once you consume half your weight in melted ice cream, you will gain access to your sleeping quarters. Commence!”

The boys stared at each other in disbelief. It didn’t even seem physically possible to consume more food, let alone gallons of liquid dairy. Both were searching for an answer or a game plan, anything to get them out of this bizarre mess, but they couldn’t think of a single thing. The impulse to rebel was overcome by their lust for more.

After all, both had been sporting an erection for over a solid hour. Frederic’s underwear was completely soaked in precum and Chris Anthony felt moments away from a hands free orgasm. The spooky fascist undertone of this place was as alarming as it was sexy, and if they were being honest with themselves this was the sort of thing their sexual fantasies were made of. So, they sat down and strapped funnels to their faces and began to chug.

Both boys had to resist the urge to vomit at times, but they didn’t give up. In fact, they both finished around the same time. They ripped the funnels from their mouths and gasped for air. Their skin was flushed pink with overexertion. Their stomachs were so stretched and distended that they struggled to stand up. Every belch felt like a godsend, opening up a tiny bit more space in their gut.

Exasperated, they waddled over to one another and lazily smooched in congratulations of their perseverance.