Chapter 2 - round 2

Just then, Brett entered the room. He was carrying a bag of donuts, coffee, Tums, and ibuprofen.

"How thoughtful," exclaimed John with a smile. "Oh, this is all for me," Brett joked.

Brett threw the medicine into John's lap and placed the coffee and donuts on his bedside table. John took a swig of the rich warm coffee and swallowed down two ibuprofens and a Tums.

John didn't mention the night before, as he wasn't completely sure it wasn't just a dream.

"Aren't you going to try some of those?" Brett remarked pointing to the half eaten box of donuts.

"I dunno. after all that food I ate last night, I probably should take it easy on the junk." John reasoned. "Aw, come on. You're in great shape! No need to worry about your weight. I'm sure you still have a super-fast metabolism." Brett coaxed. "Alright, I'll just have a few," John said.

Six donuts later, Brett smiled at John.

"Don't look at me like that. they were really good!" John said smirking.

Brett announced that he would be late for class if he didn't leave, so he gathered his materials and exited the room.

John was left to ponder the events that he hoped had happened last night. Although Brett didn't seem gay, many gay guys don't really fit that ridiculous stereotype. Also, the other side of his bed was warm when he felt it this morning, meaning someone had just recently gotten up. "So maybe he is gay," thought John, "I sure hope so."

John rather enjoyed his first day of classes. He didn't see Brett all day, but he met a lot of cool people. "Everyone seemed to be pretty nice here," he thought. As he was walking back to his dorm room, Brett walked up to him and suggested they grab a bite to eat. John was pretty hungry because he had skipped lunch, so he agreed to get a late one.

They entered the cafeteria and once again lustful thoughts of Brett twenty pounds heavier filled John's head. He could just picture his stomach overlapping his belt, his pants straining to contain it, and his mushy pecs struggling against the fabric. Brett had a wide frame, so he would carry the extra weight really well. John devised a plan. He would see to it that Brett gained those twenty pounds and maybe more. This time John suggested that they have a competition with the same rules. John realized that Brett was really competitive, so he took advantage of this opportunity.

"Let's do it," Brett challenged. Once again they loaded their plates down with the unhealthy cafeteria food. This time John upped his servings, so Brett did too. Brett ate a salad dripping with ranch, six pieces of pepperoni pizza, eight breadsticks, two big bowls of banana pudding, and three chocolate chip cookies. John didn't eat near that much. He merely ate half a meatloaf, mashed potatoes, corn with butter, three rolls, and two slices of cheesecake.

"This is going to be easier than I figured," thought John. "Uhhhh," Brett moaned. John could see his size 30 Levis straining to contain his bloated paunch. "Ah, just unbutton them again Brett," John suggested.

John went up to pay again, and the two went on their way back to the room. John suggested that the two go out to a bar, and Brett agreed.

John changed into something a little more formal, and Brett slid on some shorts with a stretchable waistband. He tried to hide that fact from John, but John noticed. John snuck a look up at Brett when he was slipping a shirt over his head. He loved the way Brett's bloated stomach looked with his six-pack still clearly defined. His toned pecs looked amazing and perfect.

"I'm going to change that," thought John.