Metabolism Blockers

Chapter 1

I was lifting weights when Val walked into the room. He had a big smile on his face and two blue pills in his palm.

I lowered the weights and sat up. “No, Val. Whatever it is, I’m not taking it. I have class in the morning.”

“You don’t wanna hear what they are?”

I did not. To earn some cash on the side, my boyfriend had enrolled himself in clinical trials. He was like a guinea pig for untested drugs. So far, he hadn’t had any bad side effects (aside from extra body hair, which was hot but temporary), but it was only a matter of time before one of those pills really messed him up.

“Just hear me out,” he said, sitting next to me on the bench. “They’re metabolism blockers.”

“And?”

“They slow down your metabolism, which leads to weight gain. And since I know you want us to both chunk out a little…”

A week ago, I’d confessed to him about my lifelong desire to get fat. I thought he’d freak out, but he seemed surprisingly into it. Even though we both ate a lot, we were really skinny. Perhaps these pills were exactly what we needed.

“And how long does it last?”

“Three months,” he said. “What do you think?”

“Okay. Why not?”

He knew I was going to say that. He handed me a pill and kept one for himself. He even had a bottle of water ready.

We both swallowed.

He kissed my cheek. “Exciting. Now let’s sit back and see what happens.”

Nothing happened for three days. By then, I’d completely forgotten about it. Must’ve been too good to be true.

Then on the fourth day, I had trouble buttoning my pants. “Val?” I shouted.

He ran into the room. “Are you bigger, too?” He lifted up his shirt, showing me his wider torso and rounder stomach.

I lifted up my own shirt.

He squinted. “I don’t see any changes.”

“But my pants won’t button.”

He gave me a sly smile and led me to the mirror. His reflection looked different but mine didn’t.

I felt a wave of disappointment.

“Turn to the side, John.”

I did as he said and saw my butt jutting out farther than it ever had before. I’d always had a nice ass for someone so skinny, but now, it was so much better. No wonder my pants didn’t fit. All my new weight had gone to one place.

We both weighed ourselves. We’d each gained sixteen pounds.

“Sixteen pounds in four days?” I muttered.

“That’s what happens when you have zero metabolism, I guess.”

My pants felt even tighter. I was getting hard.

Val, equally excited, led me to the bed. I was late for my first class.