chapter 3

After leaving the gym and taking a quick shower I got started right away on making lunch for the guys. I made one of my favorite sandwiches - a honey barbeque fried chicken grilled cheese, with three layers of cheese! I knew I had to get the calories into these guys fast. High calorie meals were they way to go, and nothing says that like fried chicken. I started to heat up the frying oil when I heard footsteps enter the kitchen.

I turned around and saw Wes, shirtless, shing with sweat. "Hey!" he said between breaths. "Hey! Can I make you something?" I asked.

"Looks like you already are" Wes joked and gave me a wink. If Wes thought his shirtless appeal and light flirting would work on me, he was correct. I gave a half hearted laugh, soaking in the moment.

"So I was thinking, since you're so good in the kitchen and you're using healthy ingredients" - the crackling of the frying oil in the background adding to the irony of the situation - "I was wondering what's your background in nutrition?"

"Well I studied nutrition so I can certainly help you with that! But it looks like you don't really need it." I said, giving my own excuse to rub Wes' abs.

Wes smiled as I stroked his ego. "Yeah, but I was wondering if you could help me and the guys out with our protein shakes. I think the guys would appreciate it, saving them a few minutes everyday." He said. "I'd love to! I've been dying to use this blender you guys have!" I said, sarcastically in my own head but I didn't think Wes would catch on.

"Great! You're such a great help, I appreciate it!" Wes said, winked again, and was off. I knew he was just hyping me up to keep me motivated to prove he was a good president, and I hate to say it but I didn't mind it. Besides, the protein shakes could be a solution to my gym problem.

I finished up lunch and called the guys over. I had made 5 sandwiches for each of the guys, and I had to hide my erection as each of the guys were all shirtless, sweaty, and pumped up muscles from their workouts. The guys ate away as Wes explained I'd be helping with the protein shakes, and they discussed football or basketball or whatever sport was on, I was too focused on these hot guys in front of me stuffing their faces with their bloated bellies on full display.

Once they had finished lunch I went online to look up protein shakes. I wanted to see what I could substitute in to help these guys really pack on some mass, and not muscles. I found different gainer powders and pills I could put in the shakes to lower metabolism, increase hunger, and make them sleepy so they'd be too tired and hungry to pass up on the gym. I felt my erection coming back at just the thought of how fat I could make these guys when Cody knocked on my door looking for a snack. This could be easier than I thought.

Later that day I went out to the store to buy the ingredients for gainer shakes for the guys. I bought a lot of chocolate ice cream, more empty calories for the shakes. Before I knew it, it was time to make dinner, and I had planned for some lasagna tonight.

The next day I made the shakes, mixing together the ingredients, some ice cream, and heavy cream to fatten these guys up. I prepared a large bottle full for each of them, insisted they'd drink it with breakfast.

Each of the seven frat brothers drank their entire shake, delighted with the taste, along with multiple stacks of pancakes drenched in syrup. I didn't really know how long before the shake would kick in so I started on the next meal right away: 7 layer burritos. The guys changed into their gym clothes made their way into the gym while I anxiously cooked away awaiting their arrival, hungry for more food.

About 20 minutes later, Zach strode into the kitchen without even looking like he broke a sweat. "Hey Luke, I was wondering when lunch will be ready?" he asked shyly, looking down at the ground.
"Soon!" I assured him, getting a bit anxious as I had just started and needed at least another half hour. He gave a half smile and walked back to the gym where I heard him announce before closing the door behind him. I knew that I needed to hold them off while I continued to cook so I ordered 3 large pizzas.

Another 10 minutes went by and this time Tyler walked into the kitchen, looking a bit impatient. "Hey Luke, I know you're working right now but I was wondering if you could whip me up something real quick, I can't really work out with an empty stomach." Tyler said. I had to hold myself at the "empty stomach" part as if he didn't just eat a huge breakfast less than an hour ago. Before I could speak up, the doorbell rang, and I rushed to get it.

"I hope pizza's okay while I finish lun-" I said, before Tyler flew open one of the boxes I was carrying and shoved a piece in his mouth. I placed the pizzas down, expecting Tyler to go get the guys. Instead, he picked up another piece, so I went to grab them.

I opened the gym door and all the guys were sitting around on their phones looking a bit agitated. They looked up as soon as they heard the door open. "Lunch is almost ready, but I got some pizza since you guys seem pretty hungry!" I called and they all jumped to action rushing out to eat the pizza.

The brothers struggled to share the pizza, as they attempted to eat as much as they could before the pizza was gone, and it was fast disappearing. I thought I could spare some time with the pizzas but that didn't seem to do too much. In just minutes the pizzas were all gone, and the guys didn't look any less hungry. "So we can expect lunch in?" Cody asked.

"Less than 10 minutes" I smiled nervously. The guys instead retreated to the kitchen table, putting on more pressure than I needed to speed up lunch. I looked at Wes who looked a bit disappointed, and I felt my heart sink. Suddenly I remembered the cake from the other day! I hoped this would lend me just the last few minutes while I wrapped the burritos - and fried them again. I ran to the refrigerator and brought the large cake to the guys.

"This is just to get you guys started." I said, placing the large cake in front of them. I went to grab plates and forks when I saw that the big 7 muscle hunks had taken fistfulls of the cake to their mouths, and I nearly dropped what I was holding. That was for sure the hottest thing I've ever seen. The big guys huddled over the table with chocolate covering their hands and mouths, and the cake seemingly vanished just as the pizza had. Brendon - who hesistated eating the same cake earlier - burped aloud and the guys laughed.

Luckily for me, I work really well under pressure. I was able to finish all the burritos - all 7 layers, all 50 of them, all fried - in just 5 minutes after the cake had been demolished. I had to bring the burritos over in 8 different plates as they were far too big to fit on just one platter. After I placed the first plate down the guys cheered and each grabbed for one, as I kept returning with more and more plates.

The burrito's 7 layers were of rice, refried beans, fried chicken, beef, onions, and stuffed with A LOT of cheese, fried again as a whole, and drizzled with more cheese on top. The guys attempted to shove these burritos down but they were far too big, and the guys seemed to love every bite. Every now and then I'd hear a moan in delight, and mouthsfull the guys thanked me for the delicious food. I watched in lust as Wes had a burrito in both hands, taking bites of both, and barely had enough time to catch his breath. Cody had covered his mouth with sour cream and Tyler was trying to hide one of the plates for himself.

While watching I began to think how I was going to be able to handle cooking when the rest of the brothers came. Today I could barely keep up with 7 guys, how was I supposed to keep up with 25? Maybe I had put too much hunger stimulant in the shakes, but I relished the fact that the shakes turned a 2 hour work out into 20 minutes. As I got caught up in my thoughts, the guys began to finish.

"Thanks Luke, that was amazing!" everyone said. "Totally worth the wait." Everyone seemed to agree. Maybe today wasn't a total failure. The guys - now full and tired - retreated to take a nap, and as Wes left the room he gave me a nod of approval. That was all I needed. So I had successfully managed their first hunger pang. Now it was time to start on dinner.