Get Fat Fast: Chapter 5

Week 4, Jaden

I’m definitely starting to feel the weight. I can barely believe it, but I’ve gained 11 pounds in only three weeks. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten fat so rapidly in my life. In fact, I know I haven’t. I am noticeably heavier. My body and muscles are not used to carrying around this extra 11 pounds yet, leaving me constantly sluggish and out of breath. Never before have I felt so heavy, and I’m only going to get heavier.

If you haven’t done the math, that means I gained 5 whopping pounds during week three of this competition. Vinnie gained 4. Consider me a gainer extraordinaire. The top pig, if you will. Vinnie and I are both equally surprised at how well I’m doing. Maybe all I need to gain some weight is a little bit of competition? The attention online doesn’t hurt either.

My little pants ripping incident sure gained me a loyal following and the donations have been rolling in. All of that encouragement, both verbal and fiscal, definitely helped me to pork up so much last week. I think I spent more money on food than I ever had in my entire life. There were a couple days where I ate out for six meals in a row. Can you imagine that level of unheeded gluttony and hedonism? I would succumb to my foggy brain high of horny consumption and drive around in a haze charging all the food I could possibly desire to my card. I was in heaven.

Not to mention that entire case of Boost VHC. My god did that push me over the edge day after day. Every time I thought I was done eating I would crack open one of those bad boys and chug it down, topping off my gut with even more calories. I’ve been eating so much that my stomach feels constantly tight and swollen with overconsumption. All those Boosts turned to pure lard on my thighs and love handles. They seemed to grow squishier almost overnight and completely betrayed the limits of my clothing.

I think that Vinnie countered my pants ripping, which was completely random and (somewhat) unexpected, with his own little stunt. Since my pants ripped in class, he wore an ancient small-sized button up from the back of his closet to class one day. You can probably guess what happened…

The shirt was plaid with those little plastic white buttons that come on most fast fashion shirts. The photos before it tore open showed the buttons straining for their life. The fabric was so stretched that the lush dough of his midsection was exposed and pressing outward. The dense hair across his belly creeped out from the openings for fresh air. He looked like an Italian god who had engaged with too much pizza the last few months and could no longer fit into his nice clothes.

Indeed, Vinnie’s gains were as noticeable as mine. As his belly continued to swell at breakneck speed Vinnie was reaching total dad bod status. He was at the point where even if he was sucking in he looked like a chubby guy. The gut lent his whole air a sense of masculinity that really suited him. I even noticed he was letting his scruff grow out which contributed to the disheveled overweight dad look.

Anyway, not surprisingly he sat down in class and several buttons blew clean off his shirt. The bottom three buttons, to be exact, which completely exposed his deep navel and absolute pudge. His whole gut looked huge. Judging by the photos he must have done something sneaky to get a maximum bloat going on. But the exposed bit of flesh looked particularly swollen and supple, both heavy and soft to the touch. I wanted nothing more than to cup that delicious mound of fat with both hands, to trace his happy trail with my tongue before sinking my face into its softness. I wanted to experience his gains firsthand.

Those photos drove home the incredible effect this competition is already having on both our bodies and I know this is only the beginning. To be honest, I’ve actually been physically uncomfortable the last few days. Not only do I feel heavier and sluggish, but I’ve started getting a bit of acid reflux. It comes with the territory I suppose. My belly is constantly at full capacity so I suppose there’s not much I can do.

The shape of my paunch has noticeably changed before my very eyes. It used to be more of a band of fat that bulged beneath my belly button and softly wrapped around my sides. Over the past 11 pounds it has filled up the area between the lower edge of my ribcage and my belly button with pure chub. It was like watching dough rise in the oven. I now have a certified paunch that unmistakably protrudes from beneath all of my clothes.

When I sit down it looks even more rotund. Increasingly, I can feel my center of gravity shifting as my upper body fills out. These days my stomach feels like my gooey center, the core of my body and gluttony. I spend all day filling it up and fattening it out. It’s heavy with fat and food and love from myself, Vinnie, and our followers. I can now imagine it swelling larger and larger as I grow, filling up with pounds of fat as I gorge myself, and can’t wait for the day when it enters the room before I do.

That said, my legs have certainly not stopped growing. As of yesterday I unlocked a new gainer achievement: stretchmarks. Well, I suppose I’ve had white stretch marks on my ass for sometime but those don’t count. Everyone gets those, right? These are bonafide, itchy, red little stretch marks on the insides of my thighs.

I guess I’m not surprised my legs are the first place they’ve hit. I have a pretty hefty bottom half. Still, I didn’t notice my legs growing to the same degree I can tell with my belly. They feel the same size to me. Although, I guess they did completely destroy a pair of pants. Regardless, I can't complain about their arrival. The second I noticed them I sprung a boner and took some photographs for the Patreon.

The photos blew up of course and I’m starting to worry that I get more attention than Vinnie online. It feels great of course, but I don’t want him to get discouraged. Perhaps I should do something nice for him. Maybe I’ll order him an ice cream cake; I know he loves those.

I’ll think about it. In the meantime, I have almost a hundred dollars of Chinese food sitting before me that I need to fit inside of my stomach. Even though I gained more than Vinnie last week, we’re tied overall and both sitting at 211 pounds. I need to keep eating at max capacity if I’m to take home the prize of this competition. That’s why there’s three entrees, two appetizers, and a dessert sitting before me right now along with a milkshake in the fridge with my name on it. I’m sure the restaurant thought this was a meal for a whole family. I mean, I did received five pairs of utensils… Even the delivery guy seemed surprised when a single chubby guy answered the door. Little do they know!