chapter 2

"Oh Evan, I told you that you weren't any different than the rest," Lindsay clucked at me.

I gazed blearily at the three empty pizza boxes in front of me.

"Look at you," she continued. "I barely recognize you anymore. You've blimped up more than any guy before you. Here, hold up your arms."

I could barely raise them, but I got them up high enough for her to pull my shirt off.

"Seriously, look at yourself," she commanded.

I looked down, first greeted by the sight of an incredibly inflated chest that probably could have easily filled a D-cup. Beneath that was an incredibly distended belly that arced out well in front of me. Everything I did now was affected by it, even tying my shoes had become an ordeal.

"Well, you're just about done," Lindsay said. "Just gotta feed you dessert and then we'll take you out there for your final reveal."

I groaned at the mention of dessert, but they still brought out a gigantic cheesecake and began to feed me. It was truly gruesome, the rich dessert filling up every available space as my stomach stretched painfully. When they were done I just sat there with my heavily engorged belly hanging between my spread thighs.

Two of them took my arms and helped me to my feet as I belched and groaned pathetically. Then they pulled off my sweatpants and underwear and helped me into a pair of small stretchy shorts.

I did my best to ignore what was going on as they led me out through a door. I simply couldn't deal with the reality of what was happening.

Cheers, jeers, and catcalls greeted me as I walked out into a large room, dozens of others gathered around to see me revealed in public for the first time since I entered this horrid place.

I thought about all the times I had been there, silently rooting for a guy to emerge as trim and fit as ever. Time after time my heart would sink as the grinning women came out in a victorious procession, the poor guy waddling in their midst as he gently cradled his bulging belly.

Now it was me waddling out, hyper aware of my own transformation - how each new pound jiggled with each step, how I had to lean back slightly to offset the weight of my protruding gut, how my thighs rubbed together.

"Alright, up on the scale!" Brittney crowed.

I approached it with a sense of dread, truly frightened of what it might show. I had entered at a lean 173 pounds. With great trepidation I stepped up and watched the screen come to life. Numbers whizzed by before finally coming to a stop.

"Two hundred and eighty-one pounds!" Julie cried out. "Our first hundred pound gainer!"

Lindsay was wrong, I wasn't like every other guy. I had gained more weight than any of them.

I mindlessly obeyed their instructions as they measured me all over and had me turn in various directions for pictures. Then they put the images up on the huge screen on the wall, showing a mortifying series of before-and-after pictures.

"Wow, that's quite a change, isn't in Evan?" Brittney asked. "Look at those abs you used to have, I bet the girls went crazy for those. Think they'll like that huge blubber gut just as much? Or how about that ass, huh? Looks like you stuffed a couple pillows back there!"

Those watching fell about themselves, laughing and cheering as they continued to outline the many changes. I just waited for it to be over so I could sit down, my latest meal was still sitting heavily.

"Well Evan, things didn't quite turn out the way you had hoped," Lindsay said as it drew to a close. "You're walking out of here with an extra hundred plus pounds of fat, a belly so big you've probably forgotten what your feet look like, and a long road in front of you if you want to lose this weight. I have to say, though, we all enjoyed it thoroughly. As a token of our thanks, here's a very special gift card for a year's supply of . . . pizza!"

Her eyes flashed in delight as she handed me the card and patted my paunch as many took pictures with their phones. I reluctantly took it, swearing I'd never use it. I also took the clothes they gave me and slowly pulled them on, aware that even the extra large sweats and t-shirt clung tightly to my swollen form.

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