Resident Encourager: Chapter 6

March

Everyone on the floor heard the break up happen in real time. It was around 10pm and everything was peaceful until Jake’s girlfriend started shouting. Chris was startled awake and woke up Will who was sleeping next to him. The newly formed couple listened to the tail end of the argument as Jake’s girlfriend stormed out of the dormitory.

From what everyone could piece together the next morning the full story was that after pizza and a movie the couple came back to the dormitory to bone. With Jake on his back while his girlfriend rode cowgirl, he quickly drifted to sleep. This was apparently the last straw for his girlfriend who had already grown impatient with his growing appetite and laziness and was altogether disgusted by the effects it had on his body. She reportedly called him a “fat pig” with “more cellulite than my mother” and that “finding your dick now is like a game of hide and seek you’re so fucking fat.” Jake didn’t leave his room at all the next day, having food delivered for each meal. When he finally did emerge, no one spoke of what happened.

Later in the week, Will was hosting a milkshake party. In his room he blended together gallons of ice cream with store bought weight gain shakes, protein powder, and appetite enhancing pills he’d crushed up. Chris was in charge of bringing the goodies one by one to the rec room for everyone to enjoy. Although Will and Chris had grown incredibly close, they kept their relationship on the DL and no one suspected a thing.

The boys had all become accustomed to Will’s frequent treats, and excitedly gulped down their gainer shakes. Everyone in the house had put on at least ten pounds or more since January, including Will himself. Boys who had until now looked only slightly paunchy were entering chubby territory and those already chubby were becoming outright fat. The fact that Will now had a significant paunch pushing against his spring clothes deterred anyone’s suspicions from being aroused. It simply appeared that everyone had put on some weight over the cold months, surely a normal process. Hell, even Jake, ever the narcissist and body fascist, was getting chubby.

Once all the milkshakes were made, Will took a bathroom break before returning to his room to grab his own shake and clean up. As he stepped through the threshold he was startled by Jake’s angry visage. The formerly ripped jock leaned against the counter where the remnants of milkshake supplies rested. He wore a tank top that his new overhang just barely dripped out of at the bottom, his tits barely contained by the thin fabric.

“The fuck is this,” he held up a package of the appetite stimulants so aggressively his chest and belly wobbled.

“I, uh…” Will’s heart sank. “I…”

“You’ve been intentionally fattening us up, haven’t you? You sick fuck. Is this some sick fucking fetish thing? Watching us get diabetes?”

“Listen, Jake, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Oh it’s not? Because it looks like you put in a closet full of junk food, take us out to free dinner like every other week, make us gorge on donuts from a string like fucking animals, and are pumping us full of products designed to make us gain weight.”

“Jake, listen.”

“I lost my fucking girlfriend I’m so fat, you realize that? My parents are concerned about my weight. You’ve fucking ruined me. And everyone else here is fucking huge, bigger than me! Rourke is just a pile of lard at this point.”

“Jake, please.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you have to say. This is illegal, drugging us like this. I’m going to the administration unless you step down immediately. This is royally fucked.”

“Jake, this stuff is for muscle building. It’s to get you guys back in shape.”

“Bullshit. Appetite stimulants ain’t for muscle. You’re stepping down tomorrow or else I’m going to the administration who will probably go to the police. I’ve got photos and documentation of everything.”

“Fine. Fine! I’ll step down.”

“Good, fucking faggot,” Jake left the room.

Will slumped to the floor and burst into tears. He was terrified of getting expelled and ruining his entire life over a dumb kink. He had no choice but to step down. Unexpectedly, Chris entered the room and immediately began consoling Will and inquiring as to what was wrong. Will didn’t want to tell him he was an encourager out of fear they would break up, but Chris was shockingly receptive to the idea. He had actually caught on to Will’s schemes and was enjoying his own weight gain. The comfort of Chris’ validation was much needed, and Will felt like less of a freak. They migrated to the bed for one last hurrah before Will would have to step down.