chapter 6

Cooking for so many more people was challenging, but getting up earlier helped me for time. I also began to rely a lot more on store bought goodies. I had bought 5 dozen donuts and 5 dozen cinnamon bun rolls, and I decided I was gonna serve cookies and brownies at every meal.

Some of the new guys woke up earlier than the rest and I reintroduced myself and welcomed them to start eating. Not having all-house meals at the same time also helped. These guys' appetites were not close to the officers - yet - but I knew that would change overtime.

Zach came down around 10 and he smiled and winked at me, grabbing a box of donuts and sitting down at the counter while I continued making more chocolate pancakes. "Hey.. about last night..." I started.

"It was great. And I loved it. But I'd appreciate if we can keep it on the low. The guys don't know-" he started. I sort of knew what I was signing up for with Zach, so I figured it was best to lay it to rest.

"Don't worry, I won't mention it. Now eat these pancakes before someone else does, I got 25 people to feed." and passed him an overflowing plate, and the chocolate sauce. He cleared his throat, and motioned to the whipped cream. I laughed a bit and handed it to him, where he put it in his mouth again and nozzeled his mouth full, and emptied the rest of the can onto his pancakes.

An hour later Wes came down, looking rough. "Luke, you got anything to cure a bad hangover? This is the worst I've ever felt." he said, sitting next to Zach. "Yep!" I said, sliding him a stack of pancakes oozing with chocolate syrup between each of the 12 stacks. I then handed both of the boys their protein shakes. Wes had told me he had offered my "nutrionist services" to the rest of the brothers, so my fattening shakes will be going around the whole house, which was just as fine with me. In fact, some of the brothers who had an early breakfast came back for more after finishing their shake.

I was able to keep up with every single meal, for all 25 guys. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, dessert, all served to each of the guys, enough to fill them to the brim, and I was quite proud of myself. I had been in the kitchen literally the entire day, but it was fine with me watching the best looking men I've seen shoving forkfulls of my food in their mouth as if they couldn't get enough.

Two weeks later, and I still was just as proud at my success and stayed just as successful. Not a single guy nor meal missed to fill the brothers up to the brim, and the cookies, donuts, and brownies at every meal certainly helped.

I couldn't entirely keep the guys out of the gym, as they insisted on using the weights which were fine with me. Somebody had tripped and fallen and somehow broke the two ellipticals the house had, I definitely don't know how, so as long as cardio was benched I was fine if they guys were in the gym.

After the two weeks, the weight was definitely becoming noticeable on everyone. The officers had been with me for 3 weeks, and they carried most of the damage. Yet, they all seemed unaware. The guys kept walking around the house with their shirts off, as if they only gained a pound or two, but I savored every moment.

"Any more bacon?" Cody asked, walking up to me with his plate. His beefier belly jiggled with every heavy step, and his puffier chest seemed like it'd follow suit.

"Hey, hey, Cody's already eaten enoufgh bacon, I'd like fome more first" Tyler said, mouth full, walking right up to Cody. Tyler's chubbier frame wasn't as big as Cody's but he definitely gained at least fifteen pounds. Then again, Cody was bigger than Tyler to start.

"You're still eating, and I finished but I'm still hungry! Maybe if you'd eat faster you could keep up with me." Cody answered. These two beefy jocks towering over me arguing about food was definitely hot, but I decided to step in. "Relax guys, there's more than enough." I handed both guys two large plates of bacon, each. "And if you're still hungry after this, there's always more!" and with that the two guys cheerfully returned to their seats and started on the bacon, as a few more of the brothers made their way in and out of the kitchen for the breakfast feast of the day.

While I watched Tyler and Cody pig out on the bacon, I didn't notice Zach sneak up behind me to grab some bacon himself. Zach had really started to put on weight. His hairy belly was beginning to sit over his shorts and his growing butt was barely contained by his tight shorts. His love handles looked like they could tear his shorts at any second, yet he grabbed another piece of bacon from the stovetop and continued to munch away.

Zach and I began to hang out more since our night at the party, which usually pertained to him helping me or lazing around the kitchen. And that certainly helped him putting on weight as he snacked away and got extra bites of food between meals. I would say that Zach had put on the second-most amount of weight in the house, the first being Mr. President.

"Hey Luke!" Wes called, entering the kitchen with his confident swagger. Wes had put on the most amount of weight so far, I'd say somewhere over 20 pounds. His bigger belly was outlined in the tight t shirt he was wearing, which revealed the smallest sliver of flesh between his shirt and sweatpants.

"Good morning Wes," I said, happy to fulfill whatever food request he'd end up asking me. "What's for breakfast?" Wes said, mouth watering and rubbing his hands. Zach could tell I was getting too much into this. "Why don't you look?" Zach asked playfully.

"Looks delicious!" he said, grabbing a plate, and sitting down. "I wanted to ask you something, Luke." he began. "Sure, anything." I replied.

"I was thinking about going on a bulking cycle, to help me put on some more mass. I was wondering if you could help me out by making me two protein shakes a day instead of one." he asked, starting away on his bacon.

"Sure! Of course. You might want to get Zach in on your workout regime, he's looking a bit small." I added, hoping I could get the two hottest guys in the house to have more protein shakes. Both guys were naturally competitive which I knew could help fuel some more pounds. "Maybe." Zach said, shoving a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

"That means yes. You can make him an extra shake too." Wes directed, and he started to make conversation with another brother in the kitchen. I smiled at Zach while I handed him his first protein shake of the day. I don't know if he was catching on to me, I think all of his mixed signals kind of enticed me a bit, but he chugged back half the shake anyways.

I decided to join Wes and Zach in the gym to watch my two beefcakes add some muscle. Zach tried to take advantage of my presense and bench some heavy weights. Emphasis on tried. Although Zach did have huge muscles, he clearly was going overboard. He put 320lbs on the bar and his arms shook as he tried to lift the bar. Wes helped him get it back on the stand, where he added 30 extra pounds to the bar and lifted the weights with ease. Zach watched me swoon over Wes, and took another swig of his protein shake.

Their competitive drive followed them into the kitchen when I was making lunch. I decided to keep it simple and grill some burgers, and by some i mean nearly 250 huge patties. I cooked enough burgers so each guy could have ten, but Wes and Zach seemed to naturally push each other to their limits. Zach and Wes have been friends for a long time, and the guys were always playful about their competition, but I could tell Zach was putting a bit more drive in to impress me. As soon as Wes got up to get another burger, Zach followed suit and ate faster, and vice versa. This cycle pushed Zach to eating 14, pretty large burgers, and Wes to 15. Both of the guys' bellies protuded to lift each of their shirts, nursing their stomachs. As much as I was enticed to rub their bellies I held myself.

Just when I thought their competiton of the day was over, Wes approached me after lunch for his second shake. I was shocked, he had just eaten enough burgers that would typically feed a family of six, and not so long ago he just had a huge pancake bacon breakfast. I don't know if I was just that good of a cook, or Wes wanted to set the message to appreciate his personal chef, but I was more than happy to get him another shake. It would inevitably mean him coming to me in less than an hour hungry again as the hunger stimulants in the shake worked rather fast. I started blending the shake when Zach heard from the other room.

"I'll have mine, too." Zach said, too hesistant to actually sound convincing.

"No Zach it's alright, you don't have to." I said by instinct, he didn't look like he could eat that much more, and as much as I wanted to see him get fatter I felt a little bad. "Yeah Zach, don't worry about it." Wes said, grabbing his shake and taking a sip.

"No, I want one." Zach said, more sternly this time. I blended it up and handed to him, where he chugged it down in front of Wes. Some of it began to drip onto his shirt, so he took it off to reveal his swollen belly. He looked amazing, and he may have put on more weight than I thought. Wes followed Zach's lead chugging the rest of his shake, where some of it dripped onto his shirt as well. Wes lifted his shirt to wipe his mouth, revealing his fattened up body. His abs were covered by a new later of fat, and his dirty blonde happy trail couldn't hide his weight gain.

I decided to get a head start on cooking dinner tonight, and began cooking heaping amounts of pasta. However, exactly 45 minutes after I made the shakes, both Zach and Wes came to me looking for a "pre-dinner" snack. Being as I started dinner early, I set them both up with a large plate of pasta, where they'd be having seconds, and even thirds, before getting at the main meal later tonight, and of course dessert.