chapter 7

Over the course of the next week, the guys' appetites really soared. Wes, being the president he is, took it upon himself to share his bulking cycle and that he was drinking two shakes a day. To impress their chapter president, the entire frat followed suit asking for second shakes as well. It was a bit cult like, but it gave everyone else an excuse to endulge in my cooking and me some opportunities to fatten up the guys.

These second shakes inevitably turned pre dinner snacks into an official meal, and for the first time I began to struggle to keep up with the hunger of these guys. One consequence of doing a good job at fattening these jocks up is their appetite increase, making my job harder. I wasn't going to let my shortcomings stop the gaining potential, so I decided that all predinner snacks/meals would be take out, organized by me. It was a lot easier ordering 30 large pizzas than making them, which gave me more time to cook dinner. I informed the guys that if they were worried about eating healthier meals, they could always eat more at breakfast, lunch, and dinner; but they didn't seem to care one bit.

With the greater appetites came the greater gains. Everyone in the house was sporting a large beginner belly. Sweatpants were being worn almost exclusively. The officers set themselves apart with how much fatter they were than the rest of the brothers. Some of the guys, like Brendon and Tyler, tried to hide their bulkier frames in larger clothing but after dessert even large sweatshirts couldn't hide their gluttony. Others, like Wes and Zach, seemed more oblivious to their gains and walked confidently around the house in their too-tight clothes, which threatened to tear with every mouthful.

Zach seemingly began to falter in his time spent in the gym. His competition with Wes faded out, and Zach spent more time lazing and snacking around the kitchen with me than anything else. Wes, on the other hand, kept strong to his commitment of putting on mass. Though most of it was fat, Wes' biceps were looking bigger. Thankfully there was no inclination in the house to get new treadmills or ellipticals so cardio was not a concern of mine. Wes wouldn't let his time in the gym keep him from eating though. I was surprised Wes even had abs when I met him considering how much he eats. Does he really think my food is that healthy?

Tonight the fraternity is hosting another party, and this time there were no doubts that I'd be attending. Wes had decided that they'd be serving pizza at the party, but wanted me to also make a typical dinner for the house. His appetite was getting out of control. While making dinner I watched in amusement as the guys struggled fitting into their nicer clothes. Living in bulky sweatshirts and sweatpants for weeks had hidden the fact that they'd be exploding out of their regular clothes. Zach came into the kitchen and I tried my best to keep eye contact to avoid signaling his clothing malfunction. His jeans were completely unbuttoned, fly down, and belly fat exploding out of the space, with a shirt that cut off around his belly button exposed his weight gain to the world.

"You can look" Zach said smiling, breaking the ice with his confidence. "Guess the washer has been shrinking clothes," he said, shoving an entire brownie into his mouth in one bite. He picked up another one and looked at it dramatically. "That, or I'm eating too much." he said.

"Definitely the washer!" I said, trying not to sound sarcastic. "Eh, who cares." Zach said and shoved the second brownie in his mouth, and I swear I saw his belly get bigger with the bite.

"You're not actually wearing that, are you?" Cody asked, stepping into the kitchen and helping himself to a brownie. Cody was wearing a large sweatshirt that almost concealed his gain, except for the start of a double chin forming.

"No, I was gonna wear this!" Zach said, and pulled off Cody's sweatshirt as Cody resisted, lifting Cody's shirt along the way exposing a fat jiggly belly.

"Luke, the pizzas just arrived, how's dinner looking?" Wes asked strutting into the room. He wore a large basketball jersey that showed off his bigger biceps and shoulders, but consequently outlined his bigger belly.

"Just about done, you guys can get started on the pizza!" I said, and the delivery guy dropped the piles of pizzas on the kitchen table and the guys swarmed like flies. Though party-sized, meaning 30 slices per box, each of the 25 guys took a box and started digging in. That left only 5 boxes for the party, and then the stuffed tacos and burritos I was making. I tried to suggest the guys balance between the two options, but the brothers were too focused on the pizza. Wearing their nicer clothes, I heard a few buttons pop, and all I could do was place the taco/burrito platter on the table while the guys reached for those.

The famous parties of Kappa Sigma Alpha attracted just as large of a crowd as last time, but there was a lot less food. The guys had only saved 5 of the 30 party-sized pizzas and 7 of the 20 taco/burrito plates, and a few of the cookies and brownies. Also, the weight gain of the entire house did not go unnoticed, as I heard snarky remarks from the party goers about how fat the guys had gotten. "I heard they got a personal chef, I'd like to see what he's feeding them" I heard, giggling at the thought.

Zach had actually kept Cody's sweatshirt on but traded in his jeans for a larger pair from Wes. Zach and I decided to sit back and make fun of how stupid these drunk college students were acting, getting drunk ourselves. Zach was snacking as well. He really was funny, and didn't hold back on his impersonations of his fellow frat brothers. "Mine name is Wes, and because I'm president, I have to be the biggest guy here. Luke! Make me a cake!" he joked, while lowering his voice to a goofy tone. I watched Wes from across the room chug a tank of beer, which would certainly add to the calories already consumed tonight.

After a few hours, we both seemed in the mood to kick off where we were last time and retreated upstairs. As soon as we were in his room he pinned me against the closed door, making out with me. His belly pushed up against my body as he completely dominated over me with his large size. Our height difference became awkward and he again lifted me to his bed. My erection pushed against is hard gut as he pushed into me with all his weight. Which was more than last time. Although he had avoided the gym for the past few days his muscle tone and broad shoulders still had full control over me as he thrusted his large penis further and further into my ass. I rubbed my hands all over his chubbier body, feeling every new curve and fold. We both came, and he passed out right on top of me. As hot as it was, I had trouble breathing, and rolled him over onto his back. I watched his fat mountain of a gut rise and fall with his breaths, and started to drift into sleep myself.

The next morning I got up early to make breakfast, and silently crept around the room to collect my clothes. While doing so, I saw Zach's underwear had actual tears along the waist-band and across the cheeks. I looked back to make sure I wasn't being watched, and decided to go through more of his clothes. All of his underwear had similar tears along the waist band and the bands on his sweatpants seemed to have snapped. His 34x34 pants were all too small, so I thought I'd buy him some more later. Before he realized I was going through his things I hurried off into the shower.