chapter 2

“***! I’m so god damn hungry!” He says pushing me away. I hear a ding from my laptop and I decide to leave him for a minute. Opening my laptop once more another email is present.

“You know you want to feed him. Open your door for a surpise ;)” the email says and I cautiously walk to my door. Opening the front door a large cardboard box is on the doormat. I haul the surprisingly heavy box into the kitchen. Opening it I’m surprised at how much food is packed in this box. Brian leaps at that sight of food, grabbing a whole chocolate cake to eat with his bare hands. The words from the email Ingraved in my head.

“Let me feed you.” I say hot and shallow. He looks at me with doey eyes, I grab a piece of cake with my own hands not even caring about the chocolate frosting covering my fingers. My heart is racing as I bring the cake to his soft lips. He takes it greedily chewing on whatever makes its way into his mouth. He licks my fingers clean as I grab another piece. This continues until the entire cake is gone. My dick is pressing against the restraints of my pants and by the looks of it Brian feels the same way. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.” I say tugging at his filthy sweater. He’s gorging on a package of ribs to even care to listen to me. And soon enough he’s shirtless, and I can really tell how much damage has been done, his body looks extremely doughy and well fat. I work on the pants which are more of a challenge because he’s sitting again. But with enough strength I get them off. His boner is more present now because he’s only in his underwear. I move my hand on top of his dick. His grunt is surprising but he continues to eat. His gut is in the way of a clear view of his member. He starts to jerk himself off, one hand stuffing himself and the other pleasuring himself covering his meat with various foods. And I work my magic. He forces my head down pressing his impressive member to the back of my throat. I gag as he gags on his food that he’s trying to inhale. He shoots his seed quickly as I attempt to keep up with the flow, he moans softly his mouth full of food.

“I want you to fuck me.” He says swallowing the rest of his huge bite. I wipe my mouth and stare at him. Maybe whatever’s making him hungry is also making him horny. He undressed from his tight skin painted underwear and puts his flabby torso on the table covered in food. He begins to eat again and his ass is in view. Huge and thick. I put my hands on it and massage them to get a feel of what I’ll make of them. I slap his ass softly and watch as it jiggles sending ripples to the rest of his flabby body. I go into my bedroom to retrieve lube and as I return Brian is grunting loudly over a whole rotisserie chicken. I take my member out and slather a healthy helping of lube making everything slippery. I place my fingers at the base of his hole and massage it deep in there feeling around for the prostate. He moans over his chicken and I’m ready to go in. The contact sends shivers to both of us as I go in deeper. He grips the table as I get into a rhythm in and out.


“Fuck you’re tight.” I say as his hole engulfs my cock. He whimpers as he continues to eat. Weirdly enough but him eating is making me even hornier, his greed. His passion to get bigger, the fact that he’s gaining weight as we speak! The fact he grew out of his clothes, the fact that he ate enough to kill somebody, the fact that he wants this. I explode into him my seed meeting the packed stomach filled with far too much food. I pull out and he gets up and kisses me, I taste the chocolate from his lips and he kneels down to my own dick, still firm from the recent activities. His mouth covers it easily as he shoves it hard to the back of his throat, the sloppiness of everything stimulating my senses, sending me to cum relatively easy. He easily swollows everything and he almost expects there to be more to come out of it.



He returns to the food as soon as I’m finished not even saying anything, he attempts to pull the too tight underwear over his thighs but the loud rip stops him from getting very far. So instead he just sits naked on the wooden chair that’s creeping as increased tenfolds. Sitting across from him watching him gorge I slide a pack of hotdogs his way, and I watch as he swollows each of them with ease. His gut now drapes over his member and his thighs constantly rub together, he’s gotten bingo arms and a decreasing neck. And a new set of chins. My guess would be 300 or more really. He slurps at a glass of straight up gravy and I get up to put my pants on. As soon as I button the I hear a snap and a giant crash as I turn to see Brian on the ground food all over his sloppy body, any normal person would turn and get up, but he just stayed on the ground licking at a piece of chocolate cake,

“Do you need some help tubs?” I ask as I approache him, he nods and I attempt to pull his heft up, being a gym rat won’t help you when your Roomate is gaining weight like a mad man. Eventually getting him up, red faced and out of breath he starts to eat once more. Worry grows for my friends health as he is looking pretty big, and the thought of him fatter gets me hard, I don’t want to look for a new Roomate. Opening my laptop I look at a new email that’s popped up on the screen.

“That was quite a sight, you are a dirty fuck aren’t you.”

Going to my window I see someone looking at me from the building next to mine. He waves at me before closing his curtains and I know what I have to do. I wander outside and knock on his door, he answers in record time as if he was waiting at the door. He welcomes me in, and I accept knowing if things got too weird he’d just beat the dude up.

“So your boyfriend gained a few pounds what about it.” The man says walking into his living room, fat people lay eternal in acrylic paintings hung on the wall. He takes a seat on a sea foam green lives in couch, he motions that I too take a seat so I sit on a love seat across from the couch,

“He’s gaining weight really quickly,” I say and he looks like he can’t hear me. “Listen can you please just let him grab a hold of himself.”

“I’m not doing anything. He’s doing it all himself,”

“He never eats anything, and now he’s eating like he’s 600 pounds.”

“What would you have me do, isn’t this what you want!”

“Not like this. I know you’re the gainer murderer. But I won’t bring you to the police if you let him go.”

“Well that’s no fun, what if I just fattened you up instead.”

“You’ll stop his growth.”

“And make you gain.”

“What if I don’t stop, like all your other victims.”

“You’re my neighbours, it’s too risky anyways, I like watching people grow, and you sir are a good fit for my program.” As he says this the blood rushes to my dick and I can’t hide the boner that is sprouting. “Fit, not an ounce of fat on your body. How about it kid,” he says and holds his hand out. I take his hand and he shakes it,

“Here take this,” he says and hands me a pull the size of a mintose. I place it in my mouth and it dissolved almost instantly, the man then hands me another pill, “give this to your friend it’ll stop him from gaining, your pill will make you hungry for 12 hours, good luck my friend,” he says then sends me on my way, some pill it doesn’t even work, I think as I enter my apartment, Brian looks huge about 350 pounds of pure fat.

“Here Brian take this,” I say handing him the pill, he takes it and almost instantly grabs a hold of himself.

“What the fuck. Oh my god! What happened! I’m huge what the fuck happened.”

The gainer murderer.” I say as hunger begins to take over my brain, and I grab a slice of cake.