Resident Encourager: Chapter 3

Halloween

It was risky, but Will decided to let the boys throw a Halloween rager in the dorm. However, he had a few conditions: each boy could only bring 2 guests, any alcohol had to be kept out of sight and secret, and they all had to participate in a game of Will’s choosing. The game was like a reverse bobbing for apples, but with donuts hanging from the ceiling. Will would fill the rec room with donuts and tie everyone’s hands behind their backs. He would then keep track and whoever ate the most donuts would win. The winner would get to choose who was responsible for cleaning up the entire party the next morning and, in addition, this person would have to eat a whole bag of Halloween candy in one sitting.

Will chose this game for obvious reasons and he already had an idea of how it would unfold. First, it would not be easy to apprehend the donuts nor to consume so many in one sitting. With how many he was hanging, the winner would have to consume at least six to succeed. Will knew that everyone would be going hard at the donuts, considering that no one would want to clean up after the party alongside the fact that football players tend to be fairly competitive. Even Jake, who would normally not participate in such a gluttonous game, would be compelled to compete if only for the fact that he was widely disliked in the house and likely to be selected by the winner. This meant that the narcissistic jock would be forced to fill up his tank regardless.

As the sun set the boys started arriving in costume with their friends and the music was turned up. Will was delighted to see how everyone’s costumes showed off their newfound girth. Perhaps he was just being hopeful, but it really did seem like all the boys had put on at least a little weight, Rourke most of all. He wore a greek toga for the evening simply because he couldn’t fit into any other ideas he came up with. The string that cinched his white sheets together particularly showed off his belly and ass, both of which swayed generously underneath the drapery.

Jake arrived with his girlfriend, dressed as Clark Kent and Lois Lane. He wore a Superman tee underneath a button up that was conveniently half untucked at the waist obscuring his developing pot belly. Even with the extra weight in the middle Jake and his girl looked like supermodels traipsing around the dorm.

When Chris arrived Will’s mouth literally dropped open. Chris was dressed in a skin tight spandex Mr. Incredible suit, replete with black briefs. Every supple curve was on a full display, from his chest that was just beginning to soften, to the curve of his hefty gut and love handles, and the outline of his fairly impressive bulge. Will couldn’t help but steal a glance at the young man’s groin and began to blush as they spoke.

“Whaddya think?” said Chris holding out his arms. “I’m Mr. Incredible!”

Will laughed and scratched the back of his neck, “I uh know who Mr. Incredible is…”

“I figured I had the right body type ya know? Muscular with a little chunk.”

“Oh Chris you have a great, uh, you’re, uh, not fat.”

“Oh let’s not pretend,” Chris grabbed Will’s hand and plopped it on his love handle. “Take a squeeze and tell me that’s not fat.”

Will’s face turned beat red and he struggled to fight off an erection.

“Anyway,” Chris continued, “when are we doing this donut thing? I’m hungry!”

“I mean let’s, uh, do it now!”

Will and Chris rallied all the boys and got them into the rec room. Chris helped Will tie everyone’s hands behind their back and Will did Chris’ affectionately at the end. Will counted down from three and then they were off. The boys began wobbling on their toes, chins in the air chomping at donuts that swayed before them. Will sat by with a list of everyone’s names, waiting to see who would get the first one. Much to his surprise, it was Jake. One of the leaner men of the house, Jake seemed to have an advantage in standing on his toes.

As Jake was nearly done with his second donut Rourke finished his first with several other boys close behind. Will was pleasantly surprised by the realization that such movements were causing the boys to push their stomachs out further than usual, with many of their shirts riding up to reveal fresh pads of fat on their torso. Even Jake’s shirt had come untucked revealing the edge of his tee that was riding up to reveal a fuzzy paunchy navel.

At the ten minute mark, Jake was still holding strong in the lead. Rourke, who had started out strong, was now growing slow and tired. He was noticeably frustrated as he hopped with all his might to secure a donut in his mouth, his heavy body sending him back to the ground with a mighty thump. Another leaner boy was fast on Jake’s tail while Chris remained slow and steady.

Another five minutes passed and everyone was losing steam, including Jake. Jake was increasingly having to pause and take breathers. This allowed Chris to fill in the gap and out of nowhere they were neck and neck at seven donuts each. Both boys had bulging stomachs and were sweating bullets. Chris was far more noticeably bloated than his rival, the spandex of his outfit allowing him to puff up with each new donut consumed. He began having to leap for some of the donuts and Will delighted in the way his belly and ass bounced with the movement.

Finally, four donuts remained and as the rest of the boys tapped out Jake and Chris went head to head with gumption. It wasn’t long before they were each on their final donut, biting their way to the finish line. Everyone watched with intensity as Chris inhaled his and won the game.

“We have a winner!” Will shouted, beaming with pride for his crush.

“Fuck me!” Jake kicked the ground. “All these fucking calories for nothing.”

“And who will you be choosing as the loser, Chris?”

“Well…” Chris drew out a prolonged silence. “I think it only makes sense that the person in the best shape with the most stamina has to clean. You know, for the sake of efficiency. Plus that bag of candy will have less of an impact. So… I choose… Jake!”

“Fuck you,” Jake mumbled.

Satisfied with his scheme, Will untied the boys and they got on with their night. As the night drew to a close he found Chris and congratulated him on the win earlier.

“Thank you thank you, I do love me some donuts so it wasn’t hard. Plus, I couldn’t let you down you’d planned this for so long,” Chris said stepping close enough to Will that their bellies touched.

“Hah thanks,” Will replied, “And well, I guess I was wrong. It looks like you can pack it away,” Will said flirtatiously and gave Chris’ ass a slight pat.

They stared into each other’s eyes for several moments, each leaning forward ready for a kiss but too afraid to pull the trigger.

“I should get to bed,” Chris finally said and walked away.