chapter 4: the absence of shirts

“Oh! Oh My God! Am I intruding on something?” I cried, scrambling backwards. However, I somehow found myself in the room he was standing in, my back at his pudgy feet.
“No.” He chuckled nonchalantly. “I never wear a shirt when I’m in here. Too restrictive. Get up, dude.” He bent over laboriously, his huge belly wobbling in my face as he offered me a sweaty hand. I noticed that he was fully sweaty, his body coated in glistening slime as if he’d run a mile. Of course, he hadn’t.

“Well, thanks.” I said, tentatively accepting and pulling my quivering body up, brushing up against his swathes of fat. My rod made itself known, somehow, as I avoided eye contact with the massive man. “I best be going, though.” I turned around to find no elevator where there was one, and gasped in horror. “How will I get back up… there?”
“Don’t stress, bro. You can chill here until the thing comes back. I don’t mind. Come on, it’s basically dinner. You can’t go without food.” He replied calmly, gesturing through the double doors that led to the kitchen. Snacks and food adorned every possible piece of space.
“Well, I just had that cak…” I was cut off by William abruptly spinning around and looking me in the eye, catching me off guard. A wave of calmness washed over me, and suddenly I felt very, very hungry. My stomach rumbled loudly.
“What were you saying, bro?” He said.
“Nothing?” I slurred questioningly. I had completely forgotten my train of thought, and all I could think about was the hunger that had overcome me. I almost tripped over myself as my head cleared. It all returned, however, when I entered the kitchen.

A huge table with two large seats at either end lay in the center of the quaintly decorated room, but that is not what caused my entranced brain to go haywire. The table was laden with all kinds of fast food that could not have been healthy, hot dogs and burgers piled on large trays next to bowls of greasy chips and huge pizzas as big as tyres.
“You look like you’re in heaven, Dude!” William exclaimed, promptly taking his seat. “I’ve really been gaining a lot lately, so you can basically have it to yourself!” He looked at me intently for a second before raising his eyebrows. “Come on! Enjoy yourself.”
I stumbled into my seat and grabbed a chicken wing that lay close to me, taking a bite. A massive flavour sensation detonated on my tongue, and immediately I dug in. I couldn’t let all this good food go to waste, after all, could I? I demolished plates and plates, filled with an unnatural, unwavering hunger. The second I looked up, face covered in crumbs and grease, I saw William sitting back in his seat, a table of empty plates before him, face smug like a proud dad. “You’ve got quite the appetite, don’t you? Be careful though, we wouldn’t want you ending up like me.” He gestured to his massive girth, and something inside of me truly wanted to try.
“I couldn’t help myself! Your cooking is just so good! And, no offence, but I doubt a big meal is going to change my body that much.” I looked him up and down, and something within me rang out.
“Well, not just one. Every single meal I eat like this.” He disclaimed. I smiled inwardly, for some reason.
“I should get prepared then.” I replied, smacking my belly and rising. I noticed how it felt more difficult than it used to. “I’ll get to bed then, huh?” I made my way to the bedroom he’d labeled before, taking a plate of muffins with me. I heard William laugh from behind me.
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When I made it to my allocated bedroom, I took a look at myself in the mirror since the first time I’d come down the elevator. My shirt had grease stains all over it and was having trouble covering the bloated creature my belly had become in one night. I sat down, looking at it for a second, before realising my stomach was rumbling again, somehow. I immediately laid into the huge muffins I’d brought with me, and re-entered the state of serenity. By the time I was finished, I looked down to realise how disgusting my shirt had become. I was basically bathing in my own filth, and I progressed to take it off.
“STOP!” William boomed from my doorway, and I toppled off the bed in surprise. “You may not take off your shirt until it has fallen off you itself. You must earn the right to be shirtless like me, man.” He slapped his moobs, sending an insane ripple across the rest of his body. I immediately was turned on. I guess I have to obey, then. I thought as he left the room. For the rest of the night, I lay in bed in my shirt. How did I get here again? I thought.
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The next few days found me taking permanent residence on the couch in William’s living room, with more and more snacks progressively piling around me and my now absolutely foul shirt. I had fully embraced gluttony & sloth as my virtues, with the only times I left my position to feast with William. Stacks of fat pancakes glazed with maple syrup, towers of glutinous doughnuts, subs longer than three foot long ones put together and massive empanadas dripping with sauce were only four of the many delectable food items that us two would consume, and this had properly impacted my waistline. I could no longer wear the shorts I had arrived in and had taken to the briefs that were the only thing filling my closets. However, I was yet to grow out of my shirt. It had found a resting point at the base of my chest. Curse me for wearing nylon. Between meals I’d have my own stuffing on the aforementioned couch, surrounded by the most junky snacks imaginable twenty four seven.
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It was dinner on what seemed like my 7th night here, yet it may have been different. I had completely lost track of time since I’d come to this nightmare turned dreamscape. We were both eating in silence, as usual, only sometimes breaking it to remark on the quality of his food. Tonight was a full on korean barbeque, one of my favourites back home.
Suddenly, I heard something fabulous as I dug into my 6th plate. RIIIP. First was the back, and slowly but surely, my grotty Star Wars shirt fell off my body, allowing me to be free. My growing belly spilled out, with my breasts sliding after. I shook it off and cackled, jiggling and dancing with William.
“Congrats! Dude, you might be catching up to me! You Ok with that?” He asked.
“Hell yeah!” I cried. “I love this feeling! I want to be as fat as you!” I cried, laughing deliriously.
William looked taken aback, and I belly bumped him to cheer him up, which he wholeheartedly joined in with, whooping and crying. I looked down at my body. I was so Ok growing those huge breasts and belly to make it so I couldn’t see the ground.
“No more shirts for you! You're a fatty now! I’m going to make you a piggy just like me! I’m going to show you all my family recipes.” I was elated and so was he. Little did I know what was coming for me.