Lifetime Supply: Chapter 9

Written by: Gainer Stories

Lifetime Supply is a collaborative story penned by Gainer Stories and Gaining Fiction. Patrons receive early access to each chapter before release on Tumblr.

Ryan felt a surge of adrenaline seeing Luke’s message and almost jolted straight up in bed, only his muscles had no chance against all of the freshly grown surplus weight so he remained supine. Wide awake and still hungover, belly growling for food, he opened the message. It read: “hey, sorry about last night. can we grab a drink and talk?” Ryan was stunned. He responded and Luke got back to him immediately, suggesting a gay bar that evening.

Ryan lurched out of bed. His body was not adjusted to how rapidly he was gaining and simple movements like getting out of bed were becoming difficult. It also didn’t help that he was hungover. Standing up, he rubbed sleep from his eye and caught himself in the mirror, fully nude. His overhang had developed significantly in the last twenty or so pounds, softening up a bit and hanging low with stretch marks. It wouldn’t be long before it completely eclipsed his junk.

Grabbing his underwear from the night before off the ground, he glimpsed his shirt lying nearby with three buttons missing. He didn’t even remember that happening. He hoped it hadn’t happened too early in the night. Clad in nothing but briefs that were stretched thin over his fat ass, Ryan wobbled to the kitchen where a McDonald’s breakfast was already served.

“We were too hungover to cook,” Ahmed said and belched. “We ordered you the entire menu basically.”

Ryan plopped down at the kitchen table, noticing that the chair felt smaller beneath him. He definitely didn’t pour over the sides this much a month ago. He leaned back and yawned, the chair groaning beneath him.

“That gut of yours was really the center of attention last night,” Ahmed said.

As soon as those words escaped his mouth the wooden leg of Ryan’s chair snapped clean off from the base and the freshly grown fatty tumbled to the ground with a thud that rattled the table. The three men were so stunned in their hangover haze that all they could do was laugh.

After topping his gut off with enough McDonald’s to choke a horse, yet still not enough to completely fill him up, Ryan resolved to buy some new clothes once again. Better yet, he was going to show up to Antoine’s store to show the dumb twink what he was missing. Ryan grabbed a shirt in the back of his closet from about fifty pounds ago. To say it was small was an understatement. It barely even covered his belly button. Leaving the house with his belly proudly kissing the breeze, Ryan headed to the mall.

Apparently he looked more obscene than he anticipated because just about every person he passed on the way in couldn’t help but stare at his exposed flesh bobbing to and fro. All of the attention created a strange melange of embarrassment and arousal within Ryan. It was as though his gluttony was attracting a sort of perverse infamy, whether it was his roommate, ex-boyfriend, or strangers at the mall. Just to ham it up he grabbed a trenta caramel frapuccino before walking into Antonio’s store.

Just as intended, Antonio’s jaw dropped when he saw Ryan coming. Ryan had adopted a slow waddle, partially for effect and partially out of necessity, which gave Antonio plenty of time to stare and struggle to compose himself. When Ryan finally reached the counter he was breathing heavily and set down his destroyed shirt from the night before.

“I would like to make a return,” Ryan said. “Your shirts aren’t really up to snuff if they fall apart so easily.”

“Ryan, what are you doing?”

“Trying to find some clothes that fit this tank you helped grow so fat,” Ryan shot back.

“Uh,” Antoine looked nervously around the store hoping no one had heard that, “dude what the fuck. You said you weren’t upset.”

“I’m only upset that you sold me clothes just so I’d outgrow them. Can you grab me a larger size man?”

People were beginning to stare and Antoine was getting flustered. He looked at the tag on Ryan’s shirt and a look of surprise spread across his face.

“This is the biggest size we carry,” Antoine said. “Seriously, you’ve outgrown us. The big and tall store is around the corner to your right.”

Ryan was stunned into silence momentarily. “Is that the same direction as the food court?” he asked provokingly.

“Yes, Ryan, it is. Now can you please leave?”

Ryan turned around and left. He felt Antoine’s eyes on him the whole way out and was satisfied with his performance. He could guarantee that Antoine was flustered by the whole encounter, both out of horniness and embarrassment. Quickly the reality that he no longer fit into average sizes began to sink in. Ryan had never known anyone who had to shop at one of these stores, which meant he must be the fattest person amongst both friends and family. He never imagined this would be his reality.

As he wobbled down the long marble hallway of the mall, Ryan began to lose steam. He wasn’t used to walking this much. He was beginning to break a sweat and his legs were chafing. He could see the big and tall store lit up in neon, but it seemed a mile away and it felt like he would never make it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ryan crossed the threshold into the store and was riveted by what he saw. Not only were the clothes more stylish than he anticipated, but there were so many other men his size. Some were even larger!

“Would you like to have a seat sir?” Asked a dapper looking bearish sales associate.

Ryan nodded and lowered his overgrown rump down with a sigh of relief. His stomach filled his lap and hung between his legs with a warm heaviness. Completely oblivious of the fact that his entire belly button was exposed, stretchmarks and body hair glistening with sweat, Ryan polished off his cappuccino and sighed.

“What are you looking for today,” the associate, named Gerry, asked. “Shirts? Pants? I can bring you some options.”

“All of the above,” Ryan replied. “I have a date, or something, tonight.”

Ryan left the big and tall store feeling completely renewed. Gerry had been a superb help, and his flirtatious suggestions resulted in Ryan purchasing several new outfits that perfectly hugged his new curves. For the first time in a while, Ryan not only felt confident about his size but excited to experience life as a big guy. There was only one problem: the journey back to his car.

Ryan arrived at the parking garage once again drenched in sweat and gasping for air. He piled inside of his Prius, the vehicle slightly tilting to one side beneath his girth. Ryan’s love handles pushed uncomfortably at the driver’s side door and console, his belly pressed firmly against the steering wheel. He felt completely cramped. Not only was he outgrowing clothes, he was beginning to outgrow his car.

Pulling out of the garage, the hunger pangs set in again. In the passenger seat was an Adesco box that he tore into with gusto. The snacks that had been the catalyst for his current state of obesity were now barely a drop in the pond. Ryan needed to feel the tightness and stretch of his stomach being pushed to the limit. He needed to feel heavy with food. He needed to be stuffed to full capacity.

Pulling into the fast food drive thru he began salivating. The Adesco box was emptied during the fifteen minute drive and Ryan was ready for more. He ordered almost fifty dollars worth of fried food, leaving the cashier stunned. When the food arrived he immediately tore into the bags. Ryan was inhaling the food like he’d been afflicted with starvation, barely paying attention to what he was even grabbing and shoving in his mouth.

The gusto with which he consumed the calorie laden food left him out of breath and sweating by the time he was finished. Scratching at the stretch marks on his exposed belly, Ryan felt oddly aroused. Shoving his overhang aside, he reached lower and gripped his dripping boner.

He barely knew what had come over him. When he first started gaining weight it was accidental. Too many snack cakes and processed snacks had simply caught up with him. But then he started getting attention for his plumper figure. It came in all directions, from his roommate, from Antoine, from Luke… At some point his wires got crossed, probably after so many gluttonous nights with Antoine, or steamy conversations with Luke, and food and sex and getting fatter became indelibly intertwined. Even negative attention like the kind he received from Jason was arousing.

Ryan looked over at his new clothes from the big and tall store. He patted his gut in appreciation. He felt large and confident. Maybe his appetite was out of control, but his sex life wasn’t. Checking the time, Ryan felt butterflies tangle in his massive stomach. He couldn’t wait for his one on one with Luke that evening.