Fatter Exchange Student: Chapter 12

This is a community story with each chapter authored by a different writer in the gaining community. This chapter is penned by Gainer Stories. 

Bleecker struggled to pack the suitcase he had laid out on the ground. Basic mobility was becoming harder and harder for the massive slab of ex-jock. These days, his primary movements were lifting weights and shoveling food down his mouth. Anything else was of little concern for the hulking midwesterner and packing was becoming a workout in and of itself. Bending over to reach something on the floor was no easy feat with arms and legs that were so swollen with muscle and lard that they struggled to bend. He was already breaking a sweat, which was more often than not his regular state of being these days. 

It was only a matter of time that Bleecker grew so massive that he was kicked off the rugby team. When his coach broke the news Bleecker barely batted an eye. He knew it was coming for he was beginning to truly struggle with running up and down the field. He didn’t care though. His bulking was not only at the epicenter of locker room talk, with the other guys marveling in awe, disgust, admiration, and maybe even lust, but was also becoming gossip fodder around campus. People were wondering who the massive guy was in the corner of the auditorium who couldn’t fit behind a normal desk. Who was the dude that ordered three meals in the cafeteria? Did you see that huge dude with his belly hanging out in the quad? 

Bleecker found himself enjoying the attention. He was an alpha jock who grew too large to even remain a jock and this gave him a sense of power. Plus with no more rugby had even more time to devote to working out and stuffing himself, as well as stuffing his two prized piggies: Sebastian and Felix. 

While Bleecker worked up a sweat packing his bags, Sebastian grew increasingly despondent cleaning out his room in preparation to move back to Greece. He was happy that Bleecker and Felix would be joining him for a week of vacation, but eventually they would return to the states and Sebastian would be completely alone. His time in America was something he would remember forever, particularly because he was losing the only two men he had ever fallen in love with. 

As Sebastian sorted through his belongings he found all his old clothes he’d arrived with in the back of his closet. They looked so tiny it was almost laughable. He held up a white button up shirt that would struggle to fit over his shoulders let alone button around a belly that had grown round and fat with American delicacies. He squeezed the several pounds of pudge that clung to his midsection, savoring the fact that a mere twelve months ago none of it existed. Sebastian wondered what his family would say. He might even be larger than his dad now, it was hard for him to tell. 

Next, he found some old pants with a 30 inch waist. These days he was mostly wearing elastic waistbands, but the one pair of denim Felix had bought him read 42 inches. He doubted these old ones could even get past his thighs. He then pulled out the first winter coat he had bought in America. He was already becoming hefty when he purchased it, so it wasn’t as ridiculously small as the other pieces. Sebastian threw it over his shoulders comfortably but discovered the zipper was incapable of wrapping around the girth of his stomach. He wouldn’t even need such a warm coat back home, so he tossed it in the give away pile. 

Overwhelmed with melancholy, Sebastian took a break from packing up and headed to the kitchen to eat his feelings. The boys had bought three sheet cakes for Seb’s last three days in the states and only one remained. After pouring a tall glass of whole milk, Sebastian tore into the cake with gusto. 

Felix arrived bright and early the next morning to drive everyone to the airport. After ushering his hefty boys and all their luggage into the vehicle, Felix hit the road. With all the extra weight in his car Felix immediately noticed that his small sedan could not break 50 mile per hour. With the gas pedal to the floor the chubmobile puffed its way to the airport. 

Once parked, Bleecker struggled to lift himself from the low backseat of the car. Sebastian and Felix each lent him a hand, hoisting the massive ex-jock from the vehicle. The maneuver was difficult for everyone involved, and left each guy breaking a sweat already. The exercise only continued as they waddled to security, their three oversized bellies wobbling to and fro. Standing in line was particularly difficult for Bleecker, whose feet struggled to prop up all of his weight. 

Sebastian went through the circular metal detector first, his belly catching some fresh air as he held his hands above his head. Felix’s belly had been exposed since he exited the car and became even more exposed as he stood in position. He noticed the TSA agent stare at the bright red stretch marks that had begun to collect around his fuzzy belly button. By the time Bleecker waddled up to the check in point everyone was staring at the crew of obese boys. 

The TSA agent motioned for Bleecker to come through but there was a problem as Bleecker stepped forward. His love handles didn’t quite fit through the entrance of the machine. Bleecker tried to squeeze through, confident his fat was malleable enough for him to step inside, but the TSA agent stopped him. He was pulled aside into a back room to do a strip search. 

When Bleecker finally emerged from the search his boyfriends consoled him and asked how it was. Bleecker relayed that he at one point was stripped down to his underwear while a TSA agent, who was rather chubby himself, patted Bleecker down around the groin and ass. They even asked Bleecker to lift up his belly and moobs to ensure nothing was sandwiched inside. The boys couldn’t believe it. They all felt aroused by the tale. 

Naturally, the second they made it to their gate they parked themselves at a fried chicken restaurant. Felix ordered for the group and it seemed as though the order would never end. The young twink standing at the register was in shock and disbelief at the prodigious amount of food the three fatties requested. The total was nearly one hundred dollar. 

Passersby gawkws as they dug into their food with veracity. Children stared and pointed, only to be admonished by their parents for being rude. Bleecker’s girth prevented him from getting close to the small dining table which made it difficult for him to reach his food. To compensate, he spread a napkin across his belly where he would set fries or biscuits he was about to consume. Of the three piles of lard it was undeniable that Bleecker was the center of the attention. 

Sebastian savored every last bite of the salty and greasy chicken, knowing he wouldn’t have access to such delicious fattening American food in quite some time. Under the table, Felix softly rubbed Sebastian’s stomach in a circular motion providing comfort for his despondent boyfriend. When their plane began to board Sebastian’s stomach, pleasantly full but still yearning for more, dropped. This was it.

The boyfriends waddled on board, Felix in the lead, Sebastian in the middle, and Bleecker bringing up the rear. Every passenger eyed them with fear, silently praying they would not get stuck next to one of the sweaty fatties that smelled of fried chicken. Meanwhile, Felix’s belly was still bobbing out of the bottom of his shirt which only heightened the spectacle. Bleecker, on the other hand, barely fit down the aisle of the plane. His belly was so massive that both sides brushed against each seat causing passengers to lean out of the way. Sebastian noticed the irritation of the people he passed and for the first time realized what fatphobia felt like. 

All three men had booked two seats for the flight, just as Bleecker had guaranteed so many months ago, which meant they would each only be sitting by one other person. Felix plopped down first, next to an older woman who greeted him with a warm smile. While he struggled to wedge himself into the row, Felix found himself quite comfortable once he was seated. The extra seat provided more than enough room for him to spread out and get comfy. 

Sebastian was not so lucky. He found himself sitting next to a gym bro who looked him up and down with disdain. To make matters worse, his wider pear shape meant that the two seats were much needed. His plump ass cheeks each filled one seat while his love handles and oozing belly pressed against the arms of the chairs. He remembered his flight to America a year ago and how much space was between him and the seat tray. Now, his belly pushed against the seat in front of him and it would be impossible to lower the tray. So much had changed: his lifestyle, his points of views, and most of all- his body. 

Bleecker encountered a problem as he reached his seat. The other passenger in his row was also a fat guy. Not nearly as large as Bleecker, but chubby enough that he was squeezed into his seat. His fat spilled over the armrest and his belly filled his lap. As Bleecker wedged himself into the row it became apparent it was going to be quite a cramped flight. The men’s love handles met in a squishy embrace and each had to push their arms forward atop their bellies so that they didn’t elbow each other. All the while, Bleecker’s side spilled out into the aisle about four inches. There was no containing his mass. 

The four of them requested seat belt extenders. 

As the plane began liftoff, Felix and Bleecker struggled to crane their necks back towards their boyfriend. Sebastian looked up bashfully, his once chiseled features now soft and doughy. They each blew him a kiss, causing the former exchange student to smile. Sebastian’s heart felt warm like cookie dough and his belly bounced to and fro as the plane ascended into the air.