My new roommate

chapter 3

"Brian, can we talk?" I sat up in the bed. He kept knocking and knocking and knocking.

"No," I finally replied. I felt like such baby. I needed to get a grip.

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because--," I started, trying to gather my thoughts. "***, dude, it's too weird to talk to you. I really like you and I feel so stupid for even telling you. In all honesty, I was hoping to find out you were super straight and then I could move on with my life. I figured last night you left me at Sven's. I saw all those guys. You could probably have anybody you wanted to."

"Not if I get fat," he said seriously.

"What? What does that even, uh, how do you--?" How did he know about my dirty desires? He knew about all the sexual, farmer fantasies. I kept that locked away where nobody would ever know about it. It was weird, wasn't it? He was a mind reader, no doubt about it.

"You told me last night on our way home that you're into me. You said you'd want me to be fat. You said you dream about me getting bigger." I could feel it coming, all the mean things he had to say to me. He'd call me a freak, a weirdo, a pervert. I might've actually just died. I was so mortified that words were lost to me. I didn't say anything; I couldn't. "I want to get big for you, because I like you too." He opened the door and walked in, which really pissed me off because I thought I locked it. But apparently I did and said a lot of things I didn't remember. "I wouldn't mind massing up, especially if you liked it."

"Why?" I stood up and he came closer to me. "Why would you do that?"

"I've always wanted to be bigger, so why not now? When I know someone likes it?" He smiled and placed his large hand on my shoulder. "I was just so afraid of what people would think, but at this point of my life why not do what I want? If you'd be okay with it, I would be too." I was dumbfounded. I had read stories like this online. He kissed me. It was our first kiss. His lips were soft and tasted like chocolate.

"Alexander," I uttered softly, still in disbelief. We were hugging now, my hands on his back. He gave a small grunt of acknowledgement. "Why do you like me? I think you could find someone else, like those guys at the club." I didn't think I should've been with Alex, even if I really ***ing wanted him.

"I just like you."

"You don't even know me." I think I was a fan of self-sabotage.

"Well I want to. That's what dating is, getting to know someone." He kissed me again. It was the start of something weird and messy and it made me nervous. He was my roommate, and it could end badly, but I didn't care. I just didn't ***ing care. He was hot and I was into him so I threw caution to the wind and let myself accept that something good actually happened to me. We were pretty compatible and our first month of dating was pretty legit.

In that first month of Alex trying to actively gain, he had gone from 210 pounds to 237 pounds. He could eat so much--just amazingly huge amounts of food. He ate whole cakes and pizzas, gallons of ice cream, subs, fried chicken, and burgers. I'd make him a fattening meal, and he loved to eat it. He told me he had always been a big eater but didn't have farm work to burn off excess calories anymore.

"I have to go to work." I sat up in bed. I looked at the clock; it was ten in the morning.

"But it's your day off," I said, wanting to cuddle.

"I know, but they wanted me to come in today," he replied. "They're short one person."

"Oh, all right." He gave me a kiss and began to get dressed. That made him going to work worth it. He put on his shirt, which was tight when he first started working there, but it was squeezing his chest and belly even more tightly now.

He kept pulling it down to hide a part of his gut that wouldn't stay covered. His pants were gripping his thighs and ass. I hoped he could make it through work without that button popping off. "I think I might need some new work clothes."

"I think you look great," I said.

"Thanks," he said with a laugh. "That doesn't mean I don't need some new clothes." He pulled at the hem of his shirt again. "I will see you later."

"Bye babe." Alex was something else. He exceeded all my expectations. He was hot, nice, and into weight gain. I was the luckiest guy in the world.

Now that I was alone I realized that I was pretty bored. I had been spending my off days with Alex. I was so bored. I needed to get out of the apartment. Bored. Bored. Bored. I could go and visit Alex at work. That would be fun. I hadn't seen where he worked yet, so it'd be cool to get a feel for the vibe of the restaurant. I got ready and was at McNally's by noon.

I went up to the hostess and asked to be seated in Alex's section. She said that he wasn't scheduled to work today. I told her he wouldn't be on the schedule because he was covering for someone else. "I'm sorry, sir. Everyone who was on the schedule has already clocked in for the day." I thanked her and went home.

I wondered why he would lie to me. I immediately thought the worse, and then I chastised myself for even considering it. He was too sweet to do that. He wasn't that kind of guy. I spent the whole day feeling like crap though. He walked into the bedroom. "Hey Brian," he greeted me with a smile. He looked very full.

"Hello, how was work?"

"Fine, it was crazy busy though," he said. "There were just so many things to do."

"Like what?" I inquired. I shouldn't look for problems. I had to accept things the way they were or risk ruining a good thing.

"Well, there was a party and--," he began before I cut him off.

"Don't lie, Alex," I said seriously.

"What are you talking about?"

"I wanted to surprise you at work and the hostess said you weren't scheduled to work today. I don't know what you were doing, but don't lie to me."

"I am not a liar."

"Yeah, well, I was there at noon and you were nowhere to be found."

"Shut up, Brian. You're such an idiot sometimes." He looked at me angrily. "I was at work a half hour after noon. I didn't need to clock in until then. I was getting something to eat before work. Amy, the hostess, is new and clueless." He sat on the bed. "I can't believe you think I would lie to you."

"***, I'm sorry." I felt stupid, which I should have. "I would just expect you to cheat on me. I mean I'd be hurt, but I would expect it and understand it."

"You shouldn't have to expect that from me. I'm not that kind of guy, trust me."

"I am really sorry."

"Forget about it. I'm really tired, so let's go to bed."

"Okay, sure." I knew I was being ridiculous, but my gut instinct still told me something was off. I chose to ignore it as Alex took off his shirt. That was a treat. His pecs were still big, but with a nice layer of flab. His belly and love handles were getting gigantic. Just like his perfect ass. He was getting flabby all over. I still felt bad for calling him out like a jealous idiot. I wondered what I could do to make it up to him, maybe a nice dinner. No, I had to do something different than just some food.

"Why don't we have sex yet?" I asked, thinking about all the things I could do for him in the bedroom.

"Well, I don't want to rush things."

"We already live together, and sleep in the same bed. We've been dating for almost three months. We skipped the honeymoon stage and have gone straight into the old married couple one."

"We will, one day." I hoped it was one day soon because with him getting bigger and bigger like this, I could surely die from celibacy.

"Okay, sure. Soon." Maybe he was right. Maybe it was too soon. I might have been ready, but I hadn't even thought about him. Once again I was being selfish. But damn if I didn't want to let him *** me.