Chapter 1 - Act 1
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"Is this normal?" Alex asked Jesse as he heard his friend's stomach gurgle. The other young man didn't know and responded as such, getting up as he did to grab whatever food he could find in their shared bedroom. Jesse, now loaded with chips, pretzels, and sour cream to dip both in, went to sit next to Alex on his bed, leaving only enough space between them for the snacks he had just collected.
Alex had experienced hunger like this before, induced by the hypnosis tracks he had discovered online in the early days of discovering his gainer fetish. He had enjoyed the fantasy of giving himself over to some anonymous hypnotist who would force him to go beyond his normal stomach capacity and simultaneously emphasize the erotic nature of the loss of control. What started as a fantasy somehow became a reality, though, through repeated listens to a carefully curated playlist of hypno gainer files that really did put him into a trance. He would awaken to empty food containers strewn around his growing body and a cum stain when he submitted himself to trance. This started towards the end of High School as he was coming to terms with his sexuality that was becoming more and more focused on gaining weight and hypnosis. When he went to college and started living with Jesse, with whom he was friendly acquainted during high school, he listened to the files less frequently given the state he awoke in, only fitting sessions in when he knew Jesse would be gone for a few days.
Despite the decrease in gainer hypno sessions, Alex grew prodigiously over the course of his college career, arriving here at the end of his Senior year at just over 300 pounds of flabby flesh. It centered in his rotund belly with his legs and arms still looking relatively thin. But Alex could detect a fullness beginning to extend from his torso to his upper thighs and arms, and perhaps even more enticingly, to his fat pad and double chin. This was finally the growth he wanted to experience for himself after watching so many fatties grow in these areas on his private twitter profile. When Jesse would leave for a few hours, Alex would often strip, munch unthinkingly on snacks, and fondle his fat pad, moobs, and chunky belly until he came all over himself. Then he'd clean up the cum that splattered onto his underbelly with his snacks before consuming them, now saltier and with more protein.
Jesse couldn't help but notice Alex's growth and, though he wasn't malicious about his friend's fattening body, he did tease his obese friend. At least he did until the weed gummies. The gummies quickly became part of their routine, since they found watching movies and playing games more fulfilling and enjoyable when they were high. The insatiable hunger was a desired effect for Alex, but for Jesse it was just an unintended side effect. Jesse knew he was eating more when he got high but with his chubby friend sitting next to him and eating more every time they got high together, he never really considered how much he was growing. Alex used the gummies to propel himself past a plateau he had hit without the use of his gainer hypno files, while Jesse thoughtlessly piled on more than a few pounds. The two entered their Senior year as literally big men on campus.
They were inseparable, their friendship growing as they did from their hours of getting high, watching movies, and eating so, so much. There were rumors within the frat house that they were a couple. Alex fucking wished. Outside of their genuine friendship, there was also the matter of Jesse's recent growth, something Alex was delighted to see hadn't disappeared over the summer break. He sprung a boner when Jesse walked back into their shared room bigger than he had left it, a decidedly paunchy stomach now sticking out over his waist. And then there was the weed, which had an additional effect for Alex of making him incredibly horny.
He often had to jerk off after he and Jesse had gotten high and munched themselves into a food coma, waking up from his stupor hard and horny. In these moments he'd look over at Jesse's sleeping form, his belly peeking out from under his ever-tighter shirts, his moobs starting to cone out from his previously flat torso. Jesse would occasionally be drooling, too, something Alex had come to associate with the mindlessness he experienced under trance and had become a kink unto itself for him. Alex would sometimes snap a picture if he found his friend to be particularly bloated, or if he had a thick river of drool sliding down his face before pooling on his growing belly. Then Alex would go to their shared bathroom and jerk one out before going back to bed.
So if the weed had brought them closer together, made Alex horny by mixing all of his kinks together and infecting his friend with them, and begun to turn Jesse into the man of his dreams, it was a surprise that it wasn't until several weeks into the last semester of their college experience that Alex finally admitted to Jesse that he was gay, a gainer, and into hypnosis. It happened while they were particularly high one Saturday night in the deep midwinter. There was nowhere to go, no parties happening in the frat house, and everything seemed quieter, more private, because of the dampening snow that laid across the campus and the pleasant glow streaming in their darkened room from the orange lights outside. Their movie had finished hours ago but the two hadn't put another on or started up their PS5, opting instead to continue grazing on their snacks and chatting with the kind of unthinking ease that only long, true friendships can engender.
Somehow the topic turned to self-soothing strategies, something Jesse thought about a lot given his psychology major and plans to become a therapist after graduating. He had noticed a few Alex did and asked him about them. "Why do you rub your belly like that so much? What feels good about that?" Jesse wasn't being accusative, and Alex knew about his interests in these almost unconscious things people did to make themselves feel more comfortable in anxiety-inducing scenarios, so he answered honestly.
"I guess I just like feeling it. It's big and round and soft and I like that, so I guess I just like to feel it sometimes." He was doing it now, though his weed addled mind couldn't discern if Jesse's question had prompted it or if he was doing it before Jesse asked him about it. He knew being around the man he had developed an intense crush on while he was high and therefore horny did make him anxious, and in his intoxicated state decided it was a good time to get at least some of that off his chest. So he told Jesse about his hypnosis enhanced gainer fetish and its implications for his romantic partner preferences.
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Jesse took it surprisingly well. Perhaps the weed was to thank for that too. Who knew if he would even remember the revelation the next day, Alex mused as he rubbed his belly while Jesse began to snore next to him. Their conversation had gotten more intense after Alex confessed to Jesse everything but his infatuation with his big (but still smaller) roommate, with Jesse's excited curiosity first leading to a burst of questions before the man succumbed to the kind of deep sleep that could only befall the high and stuffed. Alex fought against the same impulse, recognizing it for what it was. He wanted to live in this moment where his roommate, his crush, felt comfortable enough following what was honestly several shocking revelations about his roommate and friend to slip into unconsciousness next to him. Unconsciousness and a lack of control was crucial to Alex's fetishes, but Jesse felt completely safe in his company. Alex vowed to never break that trust.
This vow meant that, when Jesse asked Alex if he would hypnotize the curious psychology major, he had to refuse. The question itself revealed that, despite not mentioning it in the days since Alex's confession Jesse did remember Alex's discussion of hypnosis and what it did for him. To Alex, who had begun rubbing his belly once again, this meant that Jesse was warning him. I know what you're into, and I know that you could be into that with me, the question seemed to declare. Alex, sober and anxious, could only stutter about not really knowing how to induce a trance and not feeling comfortable trying on his friend. Too much to lose, he thought. Jesse seemed disappointed but let it go.
The good news was that nothing else had changed. Alex and Jesse still got high almost every night, still crammed food down their gullets as they did so, and still remained close friends. They had settled back into their easy friendship after a quick bump in the road. It was only a month later when Jesse asked Alex a fateful question that Alex realized his friend hadn't let the topic of hypnosis go.
"You wanna go see this hypnosis show?" Jesse asked Alex while they were on the come up of their latest high. Alex nearly died, but he collected himself and responded as nonchalantly as he could manage.
"What kind of show?"
"You know, hypnosis. Don't think I forgot about your little kink. I stumbled across a hypnotist named The Big Mezmer who is doing a show at a bar a few towns over. I figured you'd want to see someone put on a more, uh, adult show than what the student union would allow."
Jesse really had remembered everything. During Alex's confession, Jesse had asked if Alex's fetish was why he had dragged his friend to the tame hypnosis shows they always put on for incoming freshmen. Alex responded with most of the truth. Yes, that was why he wanted to go to those shows, but he was really hoping Jesse would fall under the hypnotist's spell and fill Alex's spank bank for another few years. It had never worked though. Now Jesse was suggesting a much more adult show by a more professional hypnotist. Did he know Alex's secret desires? Did Alex have to refuse this perfect opportunity to preserve his friendship? Alex had to know.
"I'd be down, but why do you want to go? Do you have something to tell me?" Alex forced himself to laugh at the end of his last question to make it seem like a joke when it was really an expression of his deep desire to share his kink with his best friend.
"Haha, no." Jesse responded, looking away. "I just started to research hypnosis since you told me about your, um, interests and I want to see it in real life. It could be a great place to do some real-world observations and give me some ideas for my upcoming Master's degree thesis."
Ah, strictly business, then. Not the worst possible answer for Jesse to give, but Alex was nevertheless disappointed. If Jesse had only confessed that he too had gotten into hypnosis and wanted to go up on stage, Alex might have died right then and there. But Jesse wanted to watch, so there was no chance he'd fall under the hypnotist's spell. Nevertheless, it did seem like a good opportunity for them to visit a bar together for the first time in a while and for Alex to maybe share more about his "interests." Besides, if Jesse somehow succumbed to the hypnosis Alex could enjoy it knowing it was Jesse's idea and Alex wouldn't be potentially sacrificing his friendship by going further than Jesse was comfortable with. Ah, but that was a dream, it had no chance of actually happening. Right?
What was this place, Alex thought, as they drove up to the bar where The Big Mezmer was to perform that night. It was called The Trough, and there was a big cartoon pig dressed as a chef adorning the sign Alex only noticed as they got out of the car and walked toward the bar. What the fuck? Was there something more happening here?
Alex turned to Jesse, whose new fat around his midsection jiggled in the most delightful way as they walked up to the door, and was about to ask him what was going on when he saw Jesse pause midstep to let a much larger man go through the door first. He was wide all over, his tree trunk legs tapering to big feet in big sneakers. His belly hanging over the waist of his jeans, which were held up by suspenders struggling against gravity and the man's corpulent body. His shirt was about a size too small, so it clung to his wide gut, huge love handles, and, most notably, his moobs that had clung to his shirt and created a crease across his torso as they hung over the top of his belly. His arms were spread far from his body by his underarm fat wrapping around from his moobs to his back, which itself curved in an S shape before his fat butt jutted back out in a mix of cellulite and what Alex could tell from his many dives into gainer porn were the kinds of strong ass muscles developed from carrying around such a large body.
The man turned his head, itself encased in some discernable level of fat and held aloft by a neck covered in beautiful soft flesh that Alex just wanted to caress. "Hi boys! Here for the show?" His voice was thick like butter but featured none of the messy sibilance that can come from vocal cords and jaws surrounded by fat. Alex could only stare and nod slowly, but Jesse responded in his typical jovial fashion. "Yeah! It's our first show like this and we can't wait to see what the hypnotist can do."
"Well then, boys, we'll just have to put on a good show for you, won't we? I'm Dan, but you can call me The Big Mezmer, at least during the show."
Alex's jaw dropped. This beautiful boulder of a man was the hypnotist they were here to see? Jesse looked at Alex's expression and smiled meaningfully. If Alex weren't a bundle of anxiety and horniness he might have noticed this smile and everything might have ended up differently. But he didn't, he just mumbled something about being excited for the show and let the rotund man go ahead of them. Once the hypnotist entered the bar, he pointed and smiled at the bartender, himself a man of size whose muscular physique was hidden under a thick layer of fat. "Sup, buddy!" the bartender shouted back. Was this a regular show? How had Jesse found it anyways?
Alex mindlessly followed Jesse, who went up to the bar and sat near the bartender. Seeing that Alex was in no shape to talk in that moment, Jesse ordered a cocktail for the both of them and started chatting with the bartender. His name was Sam, it turned out, and he had been a college professor at the school Alex and Jesse were attending before the pandemic hit and shifted his priorities. Sam eventually quit his teaching job to open this bar since nobody else in the area was catering to what he called his "patrons." This comment spurred Alex to look around the room at the gathering crowd for the first time.
They were all fat! In every shape and size he'd seen in his online perusals of gainer sites and social media, the men, and they were all men, sat in big chairs at big tables, with big portions of food being delivered by big waiters through a big door to the kitchen, where Alex could only assume a big chef, perhaps even piggish as the sign outside suggested, cooked big meals for the big eaters.
Alex was about to ask Jesse what he was up to when a sound system blasted some feedback, calling the attention of everybody in the room. "It's about to start," Jesse said, "come on." Jesse led the two of them up to a (relatively) small table at the front of the stage where a few larger-than-normal seats had been set up in a row like Alex had seen in countless youtube videos. Everything from that point on deviated from the norm, though, much to Alex's delight and surprise.
"Gentlemen, I want you to give a loud Trough welcome to The Big Mezmer, returning for his 100th show tonight!" Sam the bartender shouted from the back. His voice boomed over the mumbling crowd, who, after Sam's intro, started oinking. Alex looked at Jesse who was glancing around the room and laughing good naturedly about the strange response. Alex couldn't quite let himself go enough to join in, but as the oinking died down Jesse let out a few loud snorts of his own. It seemed like Jesse was ready for whatever was about to happen, even if every new event or sight threw Alex for a loop.
When Alex finally looked back to the stage Dan, well, The Big Mezmer, was up there wresting the mic from its stand before thanking Sam for the introduction. The smile he gave Sam was more than friendly, Alex thought, but before he could figure out what he was actually noticing the hypnotist had started the show and Alex's attention became fixed on the big man's stage presence.
He commanded the room, not difficult to do at his size, but impressive when the crowd was as big if not bigger than he was. Alex was the second smallest in the bar, with Jesse taking the prize. Jesse either didn't notice or didn't care as he took out his notebook and a pencil for his research. That's good, Alex thought. Maybe Jesse won't notice Alex's erection and rapt attention if he was writing in his notebook throughout the show. Alex relaxed into his seat at this, figuring he could be less on guard against his friend really seeing how into this show he would almost certainly prove to be. Not only was this an adult hypnosis show, it was a gay hypnosis show featuring what had to be the fattest audience Alex had ever seen. His fetish meter was off the charts, and his dick was rock hard, though Alex's fat pad kept it mostly hidden-little more than a nub pushing against the fabric of his pants.
Alex leaned forwards as he saw The Big Mezmer stand straight, his gut pushed out far over his belt as he drew in a big breath to start his show. Jesse leaned back in his chair at the same moment, pulling his pad into his lap, a move not unnoticed by Sam, who was making his way to the back of the room to watch the familiar show from a distance. As Sam wheeled behind the bar to dim the lights, he looked up to Dan and then gazed at the two newbies in the front row whom, he could tell from experience, were already beginning to fall under Dan's thrall. Maybe this one would be special, he thought, as he adjusted a thicker bulge than he usually had at this point in the show. He grabbed at his own firm mass sticking out from above his waist. Special indeed.
"Tonight's show is about expansion," The Big Mezmer began, and the audience around Alex and Jesse burst out into deep laughter. "It's not a show about physical expansion," The Big Mezmer said, waving his arms to calm the crowd down, "You sly devils, you know the spiel. It's not a show about physical expansion, it's a show about expanding boundaries, expanding your conception of yourself, expanding what it means to be who you are. And if you find yourself inspired to grow in other ways..." here The Big Mezmer paused, looked down at himself and then briefly at the two young men in the front row, "all the better."
The men around Alex and Jesse erupted into applause at this line, and The Big Mezmer used the moment to walk around the stage, looking at the crowd more closely for the first time tonight. He spotted many regulars, of course. Dan's show had a small but dedicated fanbase and he could expect a good show with the regulars no matter what. But a show with newbies was always more fun. He knew by now how Clint and Jordan and basically everyone else in the room went under, what turned them on,
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