The Sweet Treats - Largetwink

Chapter 1

You look out of the wing of the aeroplane and realise you are here. Italy, Italia. The centre of fine cuisine, culture, history, and nature.

You make your way to your apartment. You know few things about your roommate Giannamarco. He waits at a bakery; he is starting the same course and he likes to be called Marco.

You enter the apartment with your luggage. Marco wasn’t home and you were unpacking for a few hours until you smelt him. It wasn’t because he smelt bad but, because he smelt amazing. Marco brought 4 boxes of Italian chocolates, pastries, treats and sweets to celebrate your arrival.

They smelt and more importantly tasted AMAZING. You and Marco chatted for around 6 hours about everything to with the two of you, the city of Rome/Roma, Italy, The USA, the bakery, the university, the apartment. EVERYTHING.

Marco was a muscular guy, he was short, but he owned it. Which contrasted you, You are a tall guy with a freshman 15 before you have even started university.
You can’t see your tummy with clothes on… gladly but, you also wouldn’t go shirtless and feel confident either.

Your first day was less stressful than you thought. You and Marco met a few people, you two met some cute ladies and the two of you ate free sweets at Marco’s bakery. Which was essential to save those Dollar bills… sorry Euro notes.

You and Marco really got along. Your first week flashed by, then the second and then the third.

You and Marco are four weeks into the semester until you realised something. You were walking to the market and saw a help wanted sign at Marco’s bakery window. You entered in to see Marco, You and he hug, and he asks you “Jacob, do you wanna work with us?” He looks at me and you state” Yeah, Marco I was about to ask you bud!”

You and Marco have been working for a while, You and Marco pick up as many shifts as you can over the holiday break. It was on the last day when you realised something…

You and Marco came back from work and Marco is eating some of the chocolate pastries in one of the four boxes he is holding and realise something. Marco has a gut. He has been wearing an apron every time for the last three weeks. We haven’t been going to the gym and with the extra chocolates from the extra shifts really got to him.

You understand how he gained weight and then you think about yourself. Did you also gain weight? You go in the bathroom and weigh yourself. You lost 0.1kg. You still have a little jiggly tummy that tries to get past your waistband.

You have a shower and go to your room to get changed. You then go to the living room to see Marco lounged out on the couch, shirtless and with a round bloated stomach and 4 empty boxes on the ground. He looks at you and states “I think I overdid it Jacob” you replied to him in a bitter manner. “Dude, two of those boxes were mine.”

He looks at you and states “sorry.” Rubbing his rotund stomach, you realise something. He has a boner. You don’t think you have seen Marco have a boner but, you don’t understand how not. It is massive and almost puts yours to shame. It was just there, you ask him “You seem happy.”

He looks at you with a scrunched face “what do you mean?” you point at his massive and erect penis. He says “Yeah, chocolate’s an aphrodisiac dude, and the amount I ate is equivalent to 100 viagra pills.”

You sit on the armchair, watching TV and not looking at Marco’s erect package until he finally gets up. He gets more food before sitting down again. You don’t really care and focus on the TV show rather than your friend’s erection.

You and Marco go back to university and everything’s the same as before, except Marco’s gut. He didn’t go back to the gym with you. You were losing weight while he wasn’t.

It was almost like Marco doesn’t give a fuck if he’s fat. He just kept on eating and bringing home extra boxes of pastries and chocolates than before. He would work more shifts just for the food and when he couldn’t fit in his clothes he’d just buy more with the extra money.

It was about a year into being in Italy. Marco was sleeping on the couch; his gut was larger than before with 6 empty of his boxes on the coffee table. You came into the apartment to see him sleeping and wonder what is going through his brain, why would he give up working out. I look at his gut and the chocolate all over his lips and hands. Why?

You let Marco figure out his bad decisions and not intervene. Until it was too much. Until Marco was too much. It was in the middle of lunch with a few friends. It was in a fancy restaurant so buttoned shirts were a requirement. I got my trusty shirt but, Marco asked if we could stop by a store to get a shirt.

You looked to see him trying to get a L shirt over his obese frame. The buttons were no way close to buttoning and you later realised that Marco was MASSIVE. He got a XXL shirt to fit over his humongous frame filled with fat. Even then it wasn’t loose on him at all.

You had to help. So, you stopped Marco inserting anything unhealthy in his mouth. You made him go to the gym and run whenever he had a free minute. You pulled everything out of your arsenal to get the man to lose weight and it worked. He started to slim down.

You and Marco were still friends despite your almost militant control over Marco’s life. We were great, Marco got down to an Extra Large and then you realised something. You lost your abs.

You had been stressing over Marco’s body and his weight loss. You forgot to follow your own advice. You decided to keep it a secret and continued to aid Marco as he is your priority. He was still barely obese, and you still have a single digit percentage of fat, and you cannot abandon Marco.

Marco ended up around the same weight from when I first moved in. It took about a few long and INTENSE months to get him from XXXL to M shirts. Marco would have had his summer bod by Late-Autumn.

You on the other hand may not. Your weight throughout the last few months had been slowly creeping up and now your body fat percentage is at 9.7%. The highest it’s been in 5 years when you started to go to the gym.

You started to workout with Marco as he didn’t need help anymore. Your summer bod was back just before summer started. Along with Marco’s recently re-sculpted bod. Which was ahead of schedule.

Spending our nights out on the town and partying was fun and by mid-autumn the weight started to climb for the both of us.

The combination of easing working out, the drinking, the greasy foods, the pastries, the dates, and the lack of time. It hit the both of you. Marco didn’t do anything and neither did you.

You two just ate and ate and ate. Sweet pastries, junk food, snacks, lollies and more. Entered your mouths and to never leave your bodies.

You liked the relaxing time and Marco did too. Each saving 15 Euros a month and hours every day to study, party and relax was worth it. Women didn’t care if we gained a few they liked us for us.

By the time you graduated your bachelor’s you gained 20kgs (45 lbs) which places a large mound of fat on your stomach. Your (5’9”) frame was at the slimmest at 54kgs (121lbs) now is at 75kgs (166lbs)

Although you barely not overweight at a BMI of 24.5. You 100% aren’t as lean as you once were, even at your past highest weight.

Marco gained 31kgs (68lbs) which on his 5’11” let’s say doesn’t look as bad from when he weighed 140kgs (309lbs). He went from his lowest of 66kgs (147lbs) to 97kgs (215lbs) in a matter of months. gaining back a large amount of that fat once again
You and Marco end up getting jobs in Rome and your weight along with Marco’s still climbs.