chapter 17

"You gonna finish that?" Tyler asked Jared, who was 7 slices into his ten piece pizza.

"Uurp. I shouldn't, you can have it." Jared said, passing the box to Tyler who inhaled the three slices in seconds, and went on to grab another whole box of pizza.

All I could do was watch in painful silence as the frat brothers took advantage of the pledges' and used them for more food. Wes constantly demanded the pledges to bring him more and more food, and the pledges complied. The guys became greedier which only accelerated their gains, but didn't do much to expand the pledges' waistlines.

The pledges were surrounded by fattening food and ex jocks who ate nonstop, and their habits began to rub off on them. Barely anything noticeable, but any chances of really fattening up the pledges were slim as they were constantly giving their food to the officers! The gainer mix in the food could only take them so far, and all I could do is offer them more and more food.

The more the older brothers and officers ate, the hungrier they got, and the pledges certainly helped with that. One night, after feeding Wes his entire tanker of gainer shake, and I snuck back into Zach's room and laid on top of his stomach (as there was no more room on the mattress) and snuggled in to go to sleep.

"Luke?" Zach whispered, seeing if I was still awake. I mumbled loud enough so he could tell I was. "Any way you can get me some more of that gainer shake, I think I can fit some more in." I felt my penis grow hard, sticking it into Zach's belly. "Guess you like that idea, huh?" Zach asked. I sat up on top of him and kissed him on the lips. Eyes still closed, I walked to the kitchen and began making some more of the gainer shake.

Zach drank another entire gallon, and signaled he was finished. He burped and thanked me. "How big do you want to get, anyways?" I asked, shocked at his stern attempts to continue getting fatter. He was already too big for clothes, for the mattress, and soon he'd be too big for the room. He struggled getting through his bedroom door everyday, and soon he wouldn't be able to fit through at all.

"I want to be as big as you can make me." he said. "Or at least bigger than Wes..." he added. I looked at him in concern. "Why Wes?" I asked. "I know you find him attractive, and he's been getting bigger so you're probably giving him a gainer shake as well. But I want you to know I can get bigger!" he said, and I again felt guilt for my own feelings for Wes. It wasn't that I didn't like Zach any less, I just felt driven to fatten up Wes as well.

"Don't worry about Wes. I'll always choose you, over anyone." I said, and rubbed his belly. "Anyone? Anything?" he asked. I nodded. "How about sleep?" he added, and I laughed a bit. "Yes, even sleep."
"So you wouldn't mind getting me a box of cookies right now?" he asked, and I obliged.

The next day I was cooking lunch in the kitchen and I overheard some of the pledges talking. "These guys are huge man." Jared said. "Yeah, and they're getting even bigger. It's like they don't even realize how fat they're getting." Dominic replied.
"And they're using us to get them fatter. I must've given Wes three boxes of donuts today, and he ate them in seconds! The president will barely fit in his room if he keeps up with that." Another guy added in.
"You think the cook is in on it?"
"I don't know, but he's always cooking up something fattening."
"It's delicious though, and I feel like whenever I eat something he makes I'm hungrier after."
"Me too! I thought I was going insane!"
"Maybe we should stop eating his food, I don't wanna get obese like these guys..." I heard Jared's voice.
"Looks like you're already on your way. Looking a bit bigger in the middle, Jared." I heard someone add.
"Awe, like you're one to talk! And like you said, his food is good!" Jared replied.
"And whatever he's cooking now, it smells good too."
"C'mon guys, we don't wanna get huge! We already had that huge breakfast."
"Not me, Cody ate half my pancakes."
"Me too, It'd be nice if the officers would wait on us for a change!" There was general consensus with that, and suddenly I had an idea.

On Friday the fraternity was having another party, and I cooked and ordered enough food that would hopefully last the guys through the night. The guys ate, drank, and partied for an hour or so and that's when I would set my plan into action.

I overheard Brendon order one of the pledges to get him another can of beer, but I interjected: "Aren't you guys tired of ordering the pledges around? It's been like two weeks, when's the hazing gonna stop?" I asked, and all the pledges turned to me in surprise. The officers did the same.

"What do you have to say about it?" Brendon asked, struggling to stand up to show his dominance.

"I think the pledges have been through enough, don't you?" I asked, and the pledges agreed along surprised I was advocating for them.

"They'll be done once we say, got it?" Brendon said sternly.
"How about make it fair then? You guys do some contest and whoever wins gets to be waited on for a week." I suggested.
"What kind of bet?" He asked.
"A weight lifting contest!" Someone yelled from the crowd, and I heard some general consensus. I knew this was a bet the pledges could win, as they continued to lift weights while the original brothers hadn't been able to fit in the gym for weeks. The whole frat agreed on the terms, and the 5 strongest pledges and 5 strongest brothers headed to the backyard for the competition. Each guy held an empty beer tanker on their shoulders, and the brothers would start adding beer into the tankers. Whoever could hold the tanker the longest would win the competition. Definitely the macho muscle competition that I was hoping for.

The competition looked unfair on the surface, 5 muscle hunks competing against 5 fat guys, but everyone was holding on fairly well. After an hour, there was all 10 gallons of beer in the tankers and the guys were struggling to hold on. Jared, Dominic, and another guy were left for the pledges, and only Wes was standing for the brothers. He may have been alone but Wes was huge, proving he still had the biggest muscles under all his fat (and there was a lot of it). The crowd was growing impatient, and people were calling for a draw. I had to step in.

"Okay guys, you can put the tankers down." Brendon said, and the guys dropped the full tankers in relief. "Let's change the competition. How about an eating competition?" and the crowd cheered. The brothers knew they could out eat any of the pledges, and I was worried where this would go.

"Hold on, let's make it fair!" I added. "Only the four guys left from the weight lifting competition can compete."

"Wes against the three newbies? You can do it Wes!" Cody yelled from the crowd. The guys were all confident in their abilities, and everyone began thinking of the competition.

The guys agreed upon the rules: there would be 20 boxes of pizza. Whichever group - the three pledges or Wes - that could eat 10 boxes first would win. I was a bit nervous. Wes ate 10 boxes of pizza for dessert each night, and I hadn't seen any of the pledges eat more than a box each let alone 3! But it was out of my hands. Someone sounded an alarm and the guys began eating away.

Wes stacked three slices on top of each other and began chowing down like crazy. He was like a machine, and considering he hadn't eaten in over an hour since the weight competition he was going at a faster pace than ever. The three pledges, on the other hand, were a lot more motivated. They copied Wes stacking the slices. By the time each of the pledges finished a box - totaling 3, Wes was starting his third box. The competition only got closer, as the pledges slowed down. By the time the pledges ate a total of 6 boxes, Wes was a few slices away from finishing his sixth box. I felt my heart race, how could the pledges not eat three boxes of pizza? After Dominic and the other pledge finished their third boxes, they tapped out, holding their swollen bellies, leaving Jared to finish the last box himself. Wes had caught up and had eaten nine boxes himself, but was slowing down. It was going to come down to the last box, even the last slices. The crowd got wild in anticipation, cheering for both guys.

"Done!" Jared yelled, and the pledges cheered. Wes looked up, half way done his last slice, and kicked the box. He sat in anger as the officers patted Wes on the back. "Looks like YOU can get ME another beer!" Dominic called to Brendon, whole rolled his eyes and headed to the cooler. For the next week the pledges were to be waited on hand and foot, and this was my time to fatten them up.