chapter 2 - chris

The release of PamperBots made the front page of the High School school newspaper; it was filled with op-eds of students eager to get their hands on one when they reached the magical age of of 18. There was one student however who was a bit skeptical of this: a junior named Chris. He was reading the paper with his friend Alex -- a senior; they managed to become close friends despite their slight age difference.

"Man, I really don't know about this whole PamperBot business," Chris said.

"Why the fuck not, dude?" Alex said. " You're literally fed constantly without having to worry about it. What's not to like."

"I know myself. I'll get out of control; I'll take advantage of it."

"Pfft, you're acting like the robot has feelings. And let's say you gain a few pounds. Big Whoop! It's just like what? Gonna be five pounds. You'll get your act together and work it off. It's supposed to obey your commands, right? You'll have it help you lose weight or something. I don't know."

"Who cares. I'm a junior anyway. I may change my mind."

However, as the years went on, Chris did not change his mind. Alex would be graduating soon, and his 18th birthday was the following month, meaning he'd be receiving his own PamperBot soon. Alex soon headed off to the nearby University, the same one Chris hoped to attend.

One boring year later, Chris graduated high school and was accepted into the same university as Alex. With many lengthy emails later, Chris and Alex would be each other's roommates in the upcoming fall semester. In the meantime, Chris's PamperBot arrived, however, he had no drive to use it other than for menial tasks. He reluctantly took it with him to University.

Chris was excited to reunite with his friend. Sitting through the boring Orientation and making some friends, he finally arrived at his room. He knocked on the door, hoping Alex was in there since he was unable to find his dorm keys in his backpack. Thankfully Alex was indeed there, but one thing was different about him...

"Chris, buddy, you're here!" He exclaimed.

He was several pounds bigger than he was in high school. The former jock had fallen victim to Freshmen weight gain.

After their casual greetings, Alex couldn't help but notice Chris staring at his belly. "I see you've taken notice of my weight gain. Freshman 15, am I right?"

"F-Freshman 15?" Chris stammered. "This looks more like a Freshman 40!"

"Heh, I stopped counting after I gained 20 pounds, so maybe you're right. And it's all thanks to this guy," he said as he patted his PamperBot. "You still scared to use yours?"


"I-I'm not scared. I even brought it with me!"

"Take it easy, I was only teasing. Anyway, you hungry? I was gonna go down to the restaurant to get some food, but honestly the PamperBot knows what I want better than I do, so I may as well stay here."

"You sure got used to life with that thing, huh?" Chris said.

"Fuck yeah, I did," Alex said, patting his belly. "Life's never been better. Man, all my life I've been working my fucking ass off. 24/7, dude. It's never felt this good to just let go and just chill. This PamperBot idea was fucking genius." Alex paused for a moment. His PamperBot immediately made a burger and handed it to him. "See! I didn't even tell it to make me a burger, but I sure as hell was thinking of eating one! Damn, man, this is insane! I really think it'd be good for you to give this thing a try."

Chris was a bit hesitant, but he couldn't say he wasn't intrigued. The constant eating or pampering wasn't what allured him; it was the massive shift in Alex's physique. He loved the way his belly protruded, how his shirt stuck to him firmly, accentuating all his new curves. "I don't know," Chris began. "It is tempting..."

"But..."

Chris paused. "There is no but. Let's do this thing. If I gain weight," which he very much intended to do, "i'll blame it on the Freshman 15, or the Freshman 40 in your case."

"Not sure that last part's a thing, but whatever helps you sleep at night. Now let this PamperBot finally do its only job."

***
Chris made time to eat food any chance he could get. In the middle of a lecture? He would whip out a bag of chips. Studying with friends? Snack break! Lounging out in his room? Time for doughnuts. He'd have feasts on regular occasions, sometimes alongside Alex and sometimes by himself. As if he had never criticized it before, Chris became best friends with his PamperBot.

"What did I tell you?" Alex said. "Doesn't it feel nice to give in, to succumb to gluttony?"

"Yeah, I gotta hand it to ya. It does feel nice," Chris admitted.

"Haha, I'm always right! If only you could reach my size though. That'd be something, alright!"

"Oh you don't think I could outweigh you?"

"I *know* you can't," Alex snickered.

Chris said, "Alright then, let's make this interesting. I bet I could beat you in an eating contest."

"What does that have to do with size?"


"I just started doing this thing a few weeks ago and I've already passed the 15 pound mark. It took you an entire year to gain 40 pounds. I'm totally gonna outweigh you soon and this eating contest will further prove it."

"You're on, you ***," Alex said.

And with that, they began to compete. Their PamperBots were counting the calorie of what they produced to feed their respective owners. Several burgers and hot dogs later, Alex said, "Dude, just give up while you still can. There's no fucking way you can out-eat me. I'm a pro. Been doing this for over a year now."

"While you were saying nonsense, I finished another whole burger. Working on another right now. Then I'm gonna move on to some pizza."

Alex and Chris began to order their PamperBots to spit out food rapidly, which they hoped would prompt them to eat more; it's a form of motivation, however...

"That's it..." Alex said. "I can't fucking do this, anymore."


"Is anyone surprised? I won!" Chris said. He was extremely full, but still excited to be victorious. He cleaned up all the excess food the PamperBot put on his table even after Alex forfeited. When he asked his PamperBot how many calories he consumed, it said, "4570 CALORIES." Alex's only read 3790.

"You won. Fuck, I thought I'd win," he said in dismay. There was still an ample amount of food on his table.

"Looks like you weren't able to finish your plates, huh? Well, I wouldn't want any of this food to go to waste, so I guess I'll just finish it for you, yea?" Chris said as he proudly ate Alex's untouched food.

Alex began to smile a bit. He leaned over to his PamperBot and said, "I'd like a few more burgers, actually make that a dozen. A some shakes as well."

As Chris was eating the food, Alex ordered his PamperBot to add more and more food on the table without him realizing.

While Alex enjoyed gaining weight himself, what he truly wanted from the PamperBot was to make Chris fat. He had a crush of sorts on him since they became friends, and while he believed everything about him was perfect, there was one major department that was lacking: his weight. With the introduction of the PamperBot, however, he thought Chris would gain weight through his own volition. But Chris was originally against it, which threw a wrench in his plan. So, what Alex decided to do was gain weight himself, hoping that would Chris would take a liking in his new physique. It was a risk, but he was willing to go to any means necessary to get Chris to use his PamperBot excessively. And it worked. It only took another month for Chris to be on the same level as Alex, and a month after that, he was on another field, as he began to bust out of every pair of pants he owned.

At the end of his college journey, Chris weighed a hefty 360 pounds, but that was only the beginning of his weight gain. Chris had plans to exceed his already incredible weight, and he would do it alongside Alex.