Lifetime Supply: Chapter 8

Written by: Gaining Fiction

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

A couple of weeks later, Ryan was rolling out of Antoine’s bed after some afternoon delight—edible and sexual. He reached for a pair of sweats on the floor, and tugged them up over his thunder thighs and big, round butt. Catching sight of himself in the mirror, Ryan realized how tight they looked: they were practically painted on, framing his package and clinging to each butt cheek almost obscenely. And the fat around his torso ballooned over the sides and the front, dangling in front of him.

He turned to Antoine, who was on his phone. “Hey, I don’t suppose I could get in on that employee discount? Probably time to size up again.” He gave a sheepish grin.

Antoine looked up from his phone, and his eyes widened. He seemed to study Ryan’s body, the way stretchmark-lined flesh almost exploded out from him on all sides. “Again? Already?”

Ryan nodded, scratching the underside of his gut. He fumbled for his t-shirt and started shrugging it on, feeling the cotton cleaving against his soft man breasts. “Yeah, I think my shirts are probably due for another upgrade.”

Antoine swallowed. He glanced at his phone again, and then up at Ryan. “Huh,” was all he said.

“You don’t have to,” Ryan said. “I was mostly kidding. I can get them myself.”

Antoine gave a small nod. He sat up, leaning forward, and Ryan was aware of how tiny he looked compared to his own massive frame. “Look, Ryan, I… God, I don’t know how to say this without being a dick.”

Ryan felt a lump in his throat. He could already tell where this is going.

“I think maybe it’s time we, uh, call this off? I just… I’ve been super busy lately, and I’m probably—”

Ryan cut him off. “You don’t need to break up with me, you know. We’re just fooling around, not dating. If I’ve gotten too fat for you, you could have just started ghosting me.”

Antoine sighed. “It’s just… I wouldn’t say ‘too fat’. I just, well, I like bears. Dad bods. But you’re… well, let’s be real, you’re kind of getting beyond that, aren’t you?”

Ryan looked down at his stomach, large enough now that his feet were hidden from view. He was also aware of the way the ring of fat around his face formed a double chin, which was even more noticeable when he looked down like that.

“You’ve gotta be closing in on 300 pounds.”

Ryan scoffed. “Yeah, right. I’m fat, but I’m not that fat.”

Antoine looked away. “Right. Sure. I feel like… well, maybe this has run its course. We had fun. I know I did. But…I feel like there are other guys out there who would be… more your speed.”

Ryan left Antoine’s apartment stinging with rejection. I thought this guy was supposed to be a feeder, he thought, as he drove back to his apartment. So he’ll feed you the cake, but then he’ll dip out when it starts getting too real?

He decided to load up on fast food to soothe his hurt feelings, and then stuff himself with Adesco snacks for dessert.

When Ryan dropped his fat ass down onto the couch, Ahmed must have sensed his bad mood. He passed him a joint, looking in his direction with uncharacteristic sensitivity. “You okay, big guy?”

Ryan frowned. He exhaled a cloud of pot smoke. “Antoine called it off. Pretty much said I was getting too fat for him.”

Ahmed frowned back. “Well, that’s shitty. Honestly, he wasn’t really your type anyway, though, right? Like, you were nothing serious.”

Ryan sighed. “I guess not. Still, it’s… well, doesn’t exactly help a guy’s confidence.”

Ahmed nodded. “Well, Cory and I are going out tonight. You should come with us! We’re going to Bubbles for Cory’s birthday.”

Cory poked his head out from the kitchen. Ryan hadn’t even realized he was there. “Are you coming, Ryan? Pleeease, it’ll be so fun!”

“Oh, shit, it’s your birthday? Happy birthday. I don’t know, though, I haven’t been out in… well, probably since that mixer thing.”

“Oh, my God, then you have to come!” Cory said. “We’re getting this booth, all my friends are gonna be there… you’ve gotta come.”

Ryan sighed, knowing that he wasn’t getting out of this. And that a night out might be good for him, anyway.

When the time came to leave, Ryan looked himself over in the mirror. He hardly recognized the person looking back at him. Antoine was right: he was well beyond dadbod territory, firmly into the land of fat guys. Very fat guys. Big, round tits, a huge, bulging gut, wide saddlebag hips with thighs wide enough to force his legs apart… he looked gigantic. And his clothes didn’t help at all. He could hardly believe he was leaving the house like this, not to say going to a gay club. His button-down clung to every roll and bulge, and his pants were so tight that the zipper had started to come down underneath the button. The guy in the mirror looked totally out of control. But the rideshare was already arriving, and it was time to go.

At Bubbles, Ryan pounded his usual rum and cokes, trying to make the night go by faster. The place was a conventional meat market, full of regular gym-goers in skintight muscle shirts. He felt comically out of place.

And things went from bad to worse when he looked across the room and saw Jason and Luke standing by the men’s room door, engaged in what looked to be a very intense conversation. They both looked pissed, but Jason seemed especially bothered. Ryan tried to look away to avoid getting noticed, but for a guy his size in a room full of 32-inch waists, that was a tall order. Jason met his eye, and then he started to charge over. Luke followed behind him, aghast.

“Hey, Jason,” Ryan said, hoping he could keep things civil. “Having a good night?”

Jason ignored the question and launched right into a tirade. “What are you even doing to yourself, man? You look like a blimp,” Jason said. He took a swig of his vodka tonic, fixing Ryan with a menacing gaze.

“Jesus, Jason, what the fuck?” Luke said. His look of disgust was focused squarely on his boyfriend. He turned to Ryan, “I’m so sorry about him. He’s had a little too much.”

“No, I haven’t,” Jason said, sounding defensive as usual. “I’m just calling it like I see it. And I see a, a major fatass. Look at him, Luke, he’s like—he’s like a, the size of a fuckin’ house.”

Ryan’s heartbeat quickened. Jason was speaking loudly enough that some heads had started to turn. Ryan was relieved to see that most of the scornful looks seemed to be focused on Jason. Still, Ryan’s stomach lurched—getting called down to the dirt by his ex in a public setting was profoundly humiliating, but there was another feeling, too. Was he… a little aroused?

“What can I say,” Ryan said, leaning into it. “I like to eat.”

“Well, it fucking shows,” Jason spat. “It—It looks bad for me, man, that I used to date someone who looks like that.”

“Would you shut up?” Luke practically yelled. He seemed more embarrassed than Ryan, glancing around with a decidedly exasperated look on his face. “Ryan, don’t listen to him. He’s been in a fucking shitty mood all day. I think you look damn sexy.”

Ryan smirked, and Jason scowled. Ryan noticed a massive bouncer moving in their direction. Luke must have seen it too, since he covered his face with his hand. The sort of gesture that said what am I even doing with this guy?

“I’m… gonna go,” Ryan said, noticing the stony-faced bouncer closing the distance. He wasn’t about to get thrown out of Cory’s birthday party because of Jason’s drunken antics. “Always a pleasure, Jason.”

And with that, he turned and lumbered away, watching from across the bar as Luke pleaded with the bouncer not to throw Jason out. The guy must have let him off with a warning—one of the perks of being that pretty, Ryan guessed—since he walked away a minute later, leaving Luke and Jason to resume what looked like a relationship-ending argument.

Ryan wondered what they were discussing for the rest of the night, even more so after they left—separately. He put on a brave face, not wanting to ruin Cory’s night, but he was relieved when it got late enough for him to slip out unnoticed. He stopped for a few slices of pizza on the way home, pleased to be able to finally unbutton his overloaded pants. He went to bed a little drunk, and filled with curiosity about what had gone down between Jason and his favourite customer service representative.

When Ryan looked at his phone the next morning, he saw a DM on Instagram. From Luke.