chapter 19

The pledges woke up early the next morning, hungry and ready to eat. Just as I hoped, they were addicted to my fattening food. They were shoveling pancakes in their greedy mouths like they hadn't eaten in days, trying to eat as much as they could before one of the other brothers came into the kitchen and would steal their food. I continued to stir the pancake batter watching the guys squeeze the maple syrup directly into their mouths, using their bare hands to shove more and more pancakes in. When they heart the loud thumps of footsteps they ate even faster. Zach waddled into the kitchen and all the pledges looked up. They expected him to demand they feed him, as they had done in the past. But I guess the week of humility served Zach well, and he ate beside me instead. When other brothers came down it was the same, and everyone had decided to eat at their own accord: which was a lot. And as exhilarating as it was to watch the first pounds creep onto the pledge's waistlines, nothing was better than fattening up Zach. He again nozzled the whipped cream into his mouth, and I passed him the syrup which he also squirted into his mouth at the same time.

Wes came waddling into the kitchen soon after, losing his breath from his 1-room walk from the living room. Wes had barely moved since he got stuck in the doorframe, and that inevitably got him even bigger. His intimidating height and expanding belly dwarfed anyone next to him, and he knew not to bother with the chairs in the living room. He took his stack of pancakes, and three gallons of ice cream, back into the living room and sat on his mattress. I watched as he waddled, his yoga-ball sized ass jiggling with each step, forcing his love handles to jump. I guess Zach caught me staring.

"So when are you going to get me that big?" He asked. I was always caught off guard at how blunt he was. "Huh?" I asked, bringing my focus back into the conversation.

"You know that night you spent feeding Wes, breaking him out of the frame?" Zach asked. "Yeah?" I replied.
"When are you going to do that for me?" he smiled, winking. "Wes has gained some serious weight, I'm getting a bit jealous." He admitted, shoving a pancake into his mouth.

"I thought you'd never ask." I laughed, and we decided that night we'd spend the entire night feeding Zach. He wasn't as big as Wes but was certainly close. While he still fit in the doorframe (just barely - every trip into his bedroom his belly got caught in the door) he moved his mattress out and plopped it onto the floor near Wes.

"What's going on, big guy? Too big for doors like me?" Wes asked, shoving a cupcake into his mouth. "Just about!" Zach flaunted.

Zach stuffed himself all day, not once leaving the kitchen. I wonder if he knew about the appetite stimulants in the food, thinking if he ate more he'd be hungrier for the night. I didn't think anyone noticed, certainly not the pledges who were oblivious to their own gains. Around midnight when most of the guys were asleep, Zach waddled to his mattress in the living room, carrying the large tanker full of gainer shake, and laying down on his mattress. I followed him there, bringing some of the supplies I needed to keep the tanker full while he drank away all night. I hoped Wes had fallen asleep and forgotten our sessions, but we hadn't missed one in weeks, so I wasn't too hopeful. As Zach put the nozzle in his mouth and the creamy shake started to enter his mouth, Wes sat up on his mattress.

"Feeding Zach, too?" he asked. I nodded in response. "Well when you're done with Zach, I'm still hungry." He said brashly, and lay back down. I knew I wouldn't be finished with Zach until the morning, so I hoped Wes would just fall asleep. I continued to fill the tanker throughout the night, watching Zach's mountain of a belly get bigger and bigger. After 3 hours and a few coffees I was still wide awake, mixing the shake as Zach still drank. I thought Wes had fallen asleep, but he sat back up again. "Still feeding him?" he whispered impatiently.

"Yeah, I'll just feed you tomorrow, Wes." I whispered back.

"I'm a bigger guy. I need more food than him. Can't you just give me something?" he begged. I looked down at Zach who was asleep, the tanker was still full as I kept refilling it. Maybe I had enough time to feed Wes. Wes and I got up to go get another tanker, and I hoped Wes' loud footsteps wouldn't awaken Zach. Wes couldn't fit in the doorway for the closet where we kept the tankers, so I struggled to get it out myself. When I turned around I bumped into Wes' big belly, which was protruding from outside the door. He pushed himself into the small closet, his belly pinned me against the wall. He bent down to kiss me, and I felt my self being surrounded by Wes' large stature. He took up the entire room, his belly pushing me to the back wall and his ass up against the door, his fat arms and moobs squeezed between the two walls.

"What happens if you get stuck in the door again?" I asked between breaths as we wrapped our arms around each other. "You'll just have to fatten me up bigger than the room." he joked. He attempted to turn me around and pull my pants down, but the room was too tight, and his belly extended out inches further than his penis making sex impossible unless we were laying down. Our failed attempts to shift distracted me from the loud thumps approaching the closet: Zach's footsteps.

"Luke?" he asked. I knew Zach was suspecting me of crushing on Wes, but this was the first time I was caught. I struggled to move past Wes and out of the closet. "Zach-" I began to say, but his eyes were locked on Wes. Wes managed to shove himself through the closet door, and looked at Zach head on. Even though they were feet apart, their bellies touched one another. Then something unexpected happened.

Zach swung at Wes, and punched him right in the face. Wes reached out and wrested with Zach, and the two crashed onto the floor. The floorboards cracked beneath them and they fell through the floor into the basement with a loud bang. I screamed and ran down to the basement. When I got there, Wes lay atop of Zach, their bellies squished up on each other and their faces were inches apart. Wes' legs seemed to pin Zach down, and their two lips met. I watched as so many emotions ran through my head when Wes sat up from Zach's face. "You just gonna watch?" he asked. I took off my clothes and joined the two obese guys for the hottest threesome I ever had. I was sandwiched between nearly half a ton of Wes and Zach, my penis ejaculating into Zach's belly button. Wes thrusted his thick penis into my ass while Zach laid below us, his own belly fat and Wes' weight rubbing against his penis. We fucked for nearly two hours when Wes rolled to the floor allowing Zach to breathe. The three of us laid on the basement floor at 5am, and Zach whispered just the right words to me: "I'm still hungry."