Get Fat Fast: Chapter 3

Week 2, Jaden

Drumroll, please.

Yours truly is the gaining champion. At least after week one. At the conclusion of the first seven days of this competition, Vinnie and I ceremoniously live streamed our weigh-in. There was no possibility for either of us to fake the numbers as all 170 of our subscribers were turned in for the big reveal. If I’m being honest with you, I was confident that Vinne would far outpace myself, but somehow… I grew the most. Shocking, right?

I clocked in at 3 pounds gained and Vinnie at 2.75. A close call! But I was still in the lead. And what an achievement 3 pounds in one week felt like! I had only gained this much in a week once before and it was due in large part to chugging Boosts and eating way too much Taco Bell. This time, I did it the old fashioned way: pure gluttony. And let me tell you, it wasn’t always easy but it was pretty fucking fun.

The first few days were definitely a lot of work. This tends to be the case when one is gaining for the first time or pushing past a plateau. Expanding your stomach capacity is no easy feat and can often leave your body in a state of shock that doesn’t feel immediately amenable to packing it on fast. Nevertheless, I powered through with all my might.

By day four or five something insatiable was unleashed inside of me and it hasn’t gone away ever since. I don’t know what happened, but something clicked unlike ever before. Suddenly eating wasn’t a chore or a means to an end, it was something more. The taste of delicious calorie dense food against my tongue, the process of chewing and chewing all day long, the stretch I would feel in my stomach, and the sheer physical incapacitation of being stuffed beyond belief… all of it lit me on fire.

With each bite I knew I was growing fatter. I knew I was swelling in size. My mind would go dumb as though I were on drugs. Nothing else mattered but growing and eating. My cock would grow stiff and I’d lose myself as I gulped down bite after bite, massaging my belly and cock. Time would cease to exist and my surroundings blurred as I was in this state.

I would edge close to orgasm but hold myself back so that I could keep going throughout the day. Sometimes by nightfall I was so full and weighed down that I wouldn’t even have the energy to finally blow my load, and so I’d pass out and start the whole process over again the next day. I was inadvertently giving myself blue balls over gluttony, but I didn’t mind. I would let it build and build until I simply couldn’t hold back and orgasmed with a mouth full of food and a bloated distended stomach.

It is as though food and sexuality has fully merged and is now consuming my life. I struggle to focus on anything else. I’ve skipped more classes than I feel comfortable skipping because I simply cannot stop stuffing myself. It’s hard to even stay on top of homework. I’ll be sitting at my computer, stomach bulging out, begging for more snacks, and I get distracted. I feed it snacks so that I can grow but then I start to lose myself and before I know it I’m inhaling a sheet cake and jerking off.

This was why I gained more than Vinnie the first week. Sure loading up on carbs helped, but the mental shift was really what did it. Luckily, it hasn’t gone away. Only intensified. Today I went to three fast food joints in a row, just pigging out in my car for about an hour. Afterwards, I wasn’t even full. I came home and killed a carton of ice cream and then made a quesadilla that I drowned in sour cream. Moments ago I was digging through my pantry in what felt like a desperate act.

I will say, gaining is not cheap. The amount of money I’ve been spending on food has been a struggle to say the least. I’ve started driving further out of town to discount grocery stores or hitting up fast food joints for a high calorie meal when I need it. I don’t know how the real big guys do it! They must spend all their money and time on simply maintaining their size.

Luckily, the Patreon has started paying off. Our Tumblr is growing quickly and we’re seeing a daily uptick in subscribers going through the paywall. Truthfully it’s been somewhat shocking to see how excited people are getting by our little competition. We have a few guys really egging us on and some even choose sides.

After our first week of gains were revealed people got really enthusiastic. I don’t think anyone, ourselves included, were convinced we were going to make that significant of gains in just a week. There were a slew of comments telling us both to gain more this second week, to push past 3 pounds, and some people cheering one of us to beat out the other. I can’t tell which of us is more popular though as I attract all the ass guys and Vinnie gets the belly guys.

Lately, we’re considering posting our personal Venmo’s or maybe just a shared PayPal so that people can make additional donations. From what we can tell, at least a few would do it and every bit of money helps these days. Even if gaining is expensive, we certainly can’t complain. Turning our own sexual fantasies into a competition that meets our long term body goals AND earns us money is almost too good to be true. Besides, we’re already at a loss as to how to spend this first chunk of change.

Currently, we are mulling over three options as suggested by followers: a crate of Boost for each of us that has to be consumed over the course of seven days, snug leather gear that accentuates our chub, or elaborate identical spreads from the Cheesecake Factory that we race to consume on video. Each one sounds amazing.

I personally am interested in the Boost to really fast track these gains. Or the leather gear, which sounds fun and less ephemeral. I do love showing off and this ass would look phenomenal hanging out of a good leather jock strap or thong. Vinnie, I think, is gunning for the Cheesecake Factory competition. I know eating competitions are one of his major kinks when it comes to gaining so he’s chomping at the bit to do one, pun intended.

Maybe we’ll ask our followers to choose. Whichever it is though will be a good time. All I know is that I’m ready to get even fatter. These first three pounds have been all the encouragement I need to come out of this competition thicker than I was at the start of it, and to keep gaining even beyond that. I want to gain so much weight that people can’t help but comment on it when they see me. I want to be bulging out of all the clothes that I own.

In fact, I already am starting to. A couple days ago one of my oldest pair of jeans finally refused to button. For months I’ve been squeezing into them and wearing them out snug, having to suck in my gut just to get the button closed. I liked the way they fit and showed off my ass, so I suffered through the pain. Now there is no possibility of getting them closed.

I might still wear them out and just leave them unbuttoned, maybe do the old rubber band trick. They still can get up over my rump though it is a squeeze. The thighs are also incredibly snug, especially when I sit down, but that’s part of the fun, right? These are just the first pair of pants my widening ass is going to destroy. Someday none of my current pants will fit, and already a lot of my tees and button ups are getting too snug.

I just need to keep eating and eating. Which reminds me… I should check on that pizza in the oven.