chapter 5

Cham hobbled into the kitchen in a pair of sweats. He didn't have a shirt on and I didn't care. Boy had Cham changed in the month and a half he'd been out of the gym. "Eli, are you making something to eat?"

"Yeah, I thought I'd make you breakfast before work."

"You're so sweet." He limped over towards me and kissed me. I had been getting a lot more of those recently. I remember a period in which he didn't touch me at all. Even before Brady came into the picture it had been a long time in which he didn't even talk to me very much.

"I have to get going so eat up." I put a large stack of pancakes on a plate and went to grab my coat. "I'll be back around lunch so I put some cake in that container on the counter if you get hungry."

"M'kay." He was already halfway through the stack of pancakes. "Bye, I love you."

"See you later. Love you too." In the hallway, before making my way to the elevator, I collected my thoughts. My heart was racing and my face was flushed. He sat there shirtless, scarfing down food I made for him. His breakfast used to consist of two bananas and a protein shake.

His tummy hung over the waistband of the sweatpants and his ass was actually bubbling out quite nicely. He was thickening out all over. He had a wideness that had comforted me and frightened me. His traps were outrageous and his neck was incredibly thick. There was no doubt of my attraction to him. I finally gathered myself and made my way to the bakery.

After working for a few hours I was on my way back up to the apartment. Brady was coming out of his room and I noticed he looked different too. He had lost a bit of weight and that made me a bit sad. Why would he lose weight? He looked gorgeous before.

I had picked up lunch on my way back from a BBQ restaurant. It smelled okay, but I wasn't very hungry. I was still full from breakfast. Brady walked over to me. It had been a while since we had spoken. His once round stomach didn't have the same curve and he just looked deflated. "Hi Eli," he said.

"Hi Brady," I said awkwardly.

"You going to see Cham?" he asked.

"Yep," I said. I held up the large bag of take-out. "I brought him lunch." I don't think our exchange could have gotten more awkward.

"Cool."

"You 've lost weight."

"Yeah, about twenty pounds," he said. "I've been jogging,"

"That's great," I lied.

"Thanks."

"I&ap os;ll see you around Brady." I would always be grateful to Brady for helping me see the value of myself and what I enjoyed doing. I hoped things would work out between us. I'd love to still be friends, as awful as that sounded.

Cham had eaten all the food, all of it. I hadn't expected that. God, Cham had had a nice butt, but it hadn't been spectacular. Now it was getting to be much larger. His thighs were still large and strong, as were his muscled arms.

He sat on the couch and I sat next to him. He pulled me into his body and I felt his softening midsection. He was soon on his back and I ended up on top of him. My legs were around his waist and I sat atop his crotch. I felt both of our members stiffen as we got more and more excited.

I began to grind my penis into his body. I got off and got undressed, after helping Cham out of his sweatpants. Why had Cham gotten fat? I couldn't understand it. I just wanted to have sex and I decided to not return to work that day.