chapter 2

*** PAUL ***

My mouth is still hanging open when a rather large man steps up beside me. “She’s something else, isn’t she,” he says with a wink as he picks up my suitcase and begins walking towards the cabins. “Follow me, I’ll show you where you’ll be staying,” he shouts over his shoulder when it becomes clear that I’m not taking the hint.

Snapping out of it, I get both my brain and my feet moving, catching up just in time to follow him into my new home for the next six weeks. As he moves to put the suitcase down, I take in my surroundings which, like the rest of the camp, looks very much like my childhood summer camp, bunk beds and all.

Before I can laugh at the sight of them or ponder the wisdom of bunk beds at a camp where people are intended to gain weight, my guide clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him. “My name is Miles,” he says. “I’m a former camp participant and one of the counselors here. Get yourself settled in. Lunch is at noon in the cafeteria. Orientation and your first weigh in is after that.”

Without giving me the chance to respond, he turns and walks out the door. I can’t help thinking that he moves fast for such a large man as I watch the screen door bounce shut behind him. Shaking my head, I turn and grab my suitcase, heading over to the bunk beds and breathing a sigh of relief when I find that my roommate has chosen to take the top bunk.

“We’ll see how you feel about that once he starts putting on some pounds,” I joke to myself as I look down at my watch. Seeing that there is only thirty minutes before lunch, I decide to unpack later and make my way out a second screened door along the back wall. What greets me is not only a breathtaking view of a lake, but the very man who could potentially crush me while I sleep.

I have every intention of introducing myself as I approach him at the railing but stop short when my eyes fall upon Mistress Jade out on the lake. The way her arms and legs gracefully move through the water, not to mention the way those tits of hers bounce in and out of it, as she makes her way back towards the shore in front of us causes a predictable stir in my pants.

Suddenly remembering I’m not alone, I quickly move my hands in front of my not so little, and growing more so by the second, problem. “Welcome to the club,” I hear from beside me, along with a hearty laugh. I look up just in time to see him jerking his head towards the row of cabins laid out beyond him.

On the decks of each one is more than a few of our fellow camp mates, and all of them are clearly showing off or hiding the same exact problem. “This is going to get real interesting, real quick,” I reply, to which he responds with another laugh and a few less than gentle pats on my back. “F*ck yeah it is, I’m Gabe by the way.”

“Paul,” I reply before returning my attention to Mistress Jade just in time to watch her slowly emerging from the water, skin glistening and bathing suit clinging even tighter to those curves of hers. Without so much as a glance in our direction, she picks up a towel and makes her way past not only our cabins, but all of the balls that will be all shades of blue by the time six weeks is over.

“Don’t be late for lunch boys,” she shouts out just before heading up the stairs to her cabin and disappearing from sight. “Shit she’s right,” Gabe exclaims from behind me as he looks down at his phone. Heading done the back steps, we join those from the cabins nearest to us and make our way to the dining hall.

We are a little late to the party as we enter its doors, but still on time. A fact that has part of me wanting to hear a “good boy” from Mistress Jade’s lips. Shaking that thought off, I fall in line behind the others, taking the time to give them each a once over. Despite all coming here for what I assume is the same reason, we are all very different. Different ages, different backgrounds, different styles.

More obvious is the different sizes and body types. While there are a few that have average builds like me, the rest seem to fall at either end of the fitness spectrum. Half have muscles I would have killed for before stumbling on Mistress Jade’s ad. As for the other half, let’s just say they clearly chose to skip the gym in favor of eating whatever and whenever they want.

They have a softness and roundness to them that I not only can’t take my eyes off of, but feel more than a bit envious of as well. “Huh,” I mumble out loud at my reaction. Before engaging in Mistress Jade’s research, I would have never thought about intentionally gaining weight, let alone engaging in personal relationships that revolve heavily around eating and gaining.

My thoughts on the matter are interrupted as I reach the front of the line and find a massive tray of food being placed in my outstretched hands. “They can’t possibly expect me to eat this much,” I mumble to myself, unable to take my eyes off a quantity of food that would put a six-course meal to shame. When a chuckle erupts from the server in front of me, I look up to find Miles.

Before I can come up with a question or something to say in response, he sends me on my way with a knowing smile and wink. My brains feel as mashed as the potatoes on my tray as I try to figure out what exactly I have gotten myself into. I see similar looks on the faces of the others as I settle down at a table with them.

We spend several minutes, which feel more like hours, silently taking bites and pushing food around on our trays. Me, I’m kind of hoping it makes some of it disappear because my belly is already getting full and I’ve barely made a dent in it. Everyone else seems to be feeling the same, all but Gabe who is already more than halfway through his tray.

It is him that eventually breaks the silence with a question that both distracts us and puts us at ease … “So, why are you all here?” It is a question that I am thankful for, because I am truly curious about the answers and to find out whether they are on the same level as me, whether they know more than I do, and whether my body’s reaction to all of the research was normal or not.

Mr. Muscles across from me is the first to speak up. “I’m Zander, and I’m here because of the last relationship I was in. My girlfriend was obsessed with me feeding her. She got super turned on by it. I did too, but after awhile I started to realize that it was more the idea of someone doing the same to me that really turned me on. “

The largest at our table jumps in next. “My name is Noah and my experience is similar. but not quite. My last girlfriend was an amazing cook and she kept me well fed, I mean WELL FED,” he says as he pats his belly. “I don’t really know if she did it on purpose or not, if she was into all of his stuff, but it definitely turned me on.”

When myself and the other two average Joe’s at the table hesitate, Gabe lets us off the hook for a few moments longer. “Gabe, and obviously I’m into growth and gaining,” he says as he flexes muscles that are bigger than my head, “… but I’ve gone as far as I can with that. I’m stuck, and I’m thinking maybe going in the opposite direction will give me the same feeling.

After a few minutes of increasingly awkward silence, I bite the bullet and speak up. “I’m Paul, and I don’t really know what I’m doing here. The things Mistress Jade said in the ad, not to mention the research she had me do, it made me curious and made me … definitely aroused,” I say with reddening cheeks. “I’m here to explore that more and see where it leads.”

As soon as the last word is out of my mouth, the other two finally chime in with “me too” at the same time. The eagerness and timing of it has everyone at the table laughing. When it dies down, they introduce themselves as Jacob and Mason and we all fall into a comfortable conversation about the camp and what we each think is in store for us.

Our ideas and imaginations get more than a little carried away. Most of it I can relate to, while other things make me curious or scared. I’m grateful to find that the others, for the most part, are feeling the same things. We all have no complaints about being stuffed with more of the surprisingly good food being served here.

At the same time, we are all shitting our pants a little at the idea of our back doors being breached for inflation. Before we can explore this further, we are thankfully interrupted by the dinging of a wine glass. The dining hall quiets almost instantly, and everyone’s attention turns to Mistress Jade who is standing beside the door in a tight skirt and a not so buttoned, buttoned down, shirt.

I am so distracted by seeing all of those curves of hers again, not to mention wondering if she would be pleased with how much food that I’ve eaten , that I nearly miss her announcement. Gabe elbows me out of my trance just in time to hear her say ….

“Orientation and your first weigh-in will begin in five minutes. You are to be seated around the fire pit at the center of camp on time. Oh, and show up naked or don’t show up at all ….”