Irresistible Deal- Complete

Chapter 1

When Michael arrived at Lakeburg University to start his college life, he expected to go out more, have fun and make a ton of friends… But old habits die hard and not even a month after the start of the semester and he was already locked inside his dorm room, avoiding people while gaming and focusing way too hard on his coursework, exactly like he did in high school. His roommate wasn’t much help in the social department, Kevin was a super tall and skinny biology major who was also a socially awkward guy, a nerd through and throughout, the boys would silently game together or binge watch shows like Game of Thrones, discussing theories, plots and helping each other with homework.

Unlike his roommate, who kept binge snacking every hour of every day, the shy guy did manage to shed off some bad habits. Ever since starting college, he was starting to gain more control over his sweet addiction and going more often to the gym. Not giving into his desires once, he was starting to lose a bit of his belly, which he had gained in the first place due to his sweet tooth. Michael wasn’t the hottest guy on campus, and he was fine with that, he was somewhat tall, being around 6’0 ft tall, had a cute crooked nose, sandy blonde hair, some sparkling blue eyes and a very lanky frame.

He was majoring in computer engineering and as the weeks flew by, his coursework started to get extremely busy and chaotic, making the poor nerd to crave some chocolate bars really badly. “A small chocolate bar won’t bring me back to overeating and crave junk food everyday”, he thought, so he headed to the candy shop next to his campus, some place called “Candy Cane”.

As soon as he got inside, his nostrils were overwhelmed by the smell of candies, he could almost taste the salted caramel bars, the peanut butter chocolate, the lollipops… The cakes… he was in heaven, immediately picking up a few of his favorite chocolate bar and shoving them on a bag while a very familiar thick tall and muscular clerk started staring at him. Michael went to the counter and finally recognized the guy.

“Hey! Aren’t you in my Systems Programming 1 class? You sit right on the back! Jonh? Jacob!”

“Jim.” The brooding jock sighed

“Yes! Exactly! I’m Michael! Are you staying off campus? I’ve never seen you in the dorms!”

“Listen punk, are you buying the candies or not? Can’t you see the huge line behind you?”

“Oh… Yeah… Here - Michael handed all the candies to be weighed.”

“That will be 6 dollars.”

“Okay… see you in class?”

“Mhm.”

Michael and Jim didn’t really get along after that. Michael’s desperate need to be the teacher’s pet drove Jim insane, while Jim’s careless attitude towards college annoyed Michael deeply. When the students started to make friends and form groups, it was clear they were in opposite sides, Jim started to hang out with some guys from the gym, majorly business majors who were taking some Computer classes as electives, while Michael started to hang out to some of his roommate’s friends, who invited him to play a D&D campaign after seeing a bard and a wizard on his computer Lock Screen. Michael had developed a good relationship with his roommate Kevin, even encouraging him to go to the gym and work out together, managing to help his skinny roommate indulge less in junk food.

However, Michael continued to buy candies at the candy store every time he got stressed and eventually gave up from making small talk to Jim, who clearly couldn’t stand him. Even though he indulged in his cravings once in a while, he was very proud of his control, his orders were never as big as they were in High School! Jim on the other hand, couldn’t care more for his coursework, the guy was always partying, drinking and skipping classes with his mates. He started to go to the gym even more, making him even thicker and more muscular than before, which made him extremely popular with the ladies.
When midterms exams arrived, it was no surprise Michael got the best grade, but it was definitely a surprise for Jim when he didn’t even score 40%, he had technically studied a bit… well… he looked at the books! And this used to be more than enough for him! He would have to practically ace his finals to pass.

Jim was anxiously helping some random client at his job when he noticed Michael enter the store. He had never realized how much Michael frequented the candy shop… It was almost as if he were addicted to candies or something. When it was time to weigh all the stuff Michael had picked up, Jim had a very mischievous idea.

“So, Michael… I’ve heard you got the highest grade from class. Congrats.”

“Yes! I studied a lot for that. Did you do well?”

“I can imagine. Hum, not quite. Will have to ace all my assignments and finals.”

“Yikes.”

“Uhum….� �� Jim raised his eyebrows “I can see you really enjoy our candies! I’m very glad to know you are such a loyal client.”

“Our?”

“Yes, my family owns the store.” Jim grinned proudly

“That is quite incredible! How are you so fit?”

“Self control? Obviously?” Jim couldn’t help but roll his eyes “But hey, I have a proposition to you, my dear… friend”

“What?” Michael seemed very interested

“I can give you twice as much candy as you are currently buying if you did my assignments… Let’s say, two big bags, completely stocked to the brim, for an assignment?”

“Two full bags?” His eyes were sparkling with desire

“Yeah you’re probably right, that’s too low… let’s say three bags?”

“You… you have a deal! When do we start?”

“Hm, Mrs. Dotts have a Calculus assignment for next week, take this bag for free and I will bring you two more after I’m done here.”

“Wait? Do you know where I live?”

“We are on the same floor…”

“How have I never seen you there?”

“Guess you just don’t leave your room a lot.”

Michael practically ran back to his dorm to finish Jim’s assignment. It was a simple sheet of advanced math problems even a monkey would be able to do, but he couldn’t complain, he was studying more, which he loved… And now he had all the candy he could have wanted! He had never eaten so many candies in an afternoon, and to think he only ate one of the bags? Michael felt like he won the lottery… But a little silent voice in the back of his mind told him to cancel this contract… He was falling back to his old habits without even noticing… It was almost as if his first three months of progress were tossed in the bin.

At night, Jim knocked on his door and Michael answered him grinning, the rich cashier was carrying two completely full bags of candy… And from the looks of it, it was all his favorite stuff… He could see tons of chocolate, salted caramel bars, brownies, licorice, chocolate cookies and, for his surprise, one of the bags had one of those industrialized red velvet cakes… And all of that was for only him! Jim could not be more excited.

“Hey buddy” Jim grinned “Thought I should drop by and give you some candy.”

“Thank you so much!” Michael gestured to the table ”I already finished your assignment. It was quite easy… Need anything else done??”

“Good job nerd. Guess our deal might work better than we thought.”

“Just one quick question… You would give me 3 bags of candy per assignment right? What if I finished two in one night?”

“Then I guess I would have to give you six bags big guy.”

“Oh” Jim couldn’t stop smiling and salivating “That’s good to know.”

Later that evening, Kevin got back from class and saw the bags of candy, some empty and full pizza boxes on the floor and Michael passed out in his bed. He woke him up:

“Dude, where does all this food come from?” Asked Kevin in disbelief.

“You won’t believe this, you know that cocky jock from my class, Jim?”

“Yup, the one whose family owns the candy shop?”

“How do you even know that?”

“Well, I buy a lot of stuff there and he was always so chill, we talk a lot. He always gives me some extra stuff”

“No kidding? He was always a dick to me. Anyways, he flunked the big System’s Programming exam and after he saw I got the highest grade, we made a deal, he would give me 2 bags of candy for each of his assignments I did”

“But… don’t you guys have like 4 assignments per week in Computer Engineering?”

“Yeah! Neat right?”

“That’s a lot of candy….”

Michael gently slapped Kevin’s shoulder and smiled:

“Are you really gonna say that’s a problem? I don’t think there is a single human capable of refusing free candy”

Kevin blushed and smiled:

“Well, I guess not. And what’s all this pizza?”

“I need some salty thing, my teeth were begging for it after so much sugar.”

“That makes a lot of sense buddy. Are we going to the gym tonight?”

“Nah, I’m too stuffed for that. Wanna stay inside and play dead by daylight together and eat some pizza?”

“Sure.”

A few minutes later, the pizza arrived. Kevin grabbed a greasy slice from one of the open boxes, plopping down onto the battered couch with a sigh. Michael, already mid-bite into his second slice, gave an enthusiastic thumbs up, his cheeks bulging with food.

The TV flickered to life with the eerie Dead by Daylight lobby screen, and the boys queued up for a match without a word. Between the loading screens, they just kept eating, automatically reaching for more slices without even looking. The room filled with the sounds of clicking controllers, crunching crusts, and occasional muffled cursing whenever the killer caught them off guard.

Kevin, surprisingly, kept pace with Michael. Every time Michael finished a slice, Kevin absentmindedly grabbed one too, each trying to outdo the other without even realizing it. They weren’t talking much; the rhythm of the game and the steady munching was enough to keep the atmosphere comfortable, even cozy in a weird, slightly gross way.

Michael had always been a slow eater before college, careful, measured. But now, maybe it was the stress, maybe it was the constant availability of food, or maybe it was just the fact that Kevin was a dangerously bad influence — either way, slice after slice disappeared at alarming speed.

At some point, Kevin snorted through his nose in laughter as Michael’s character got hooked for the third time in a match. Michael, distracted, stuffed half a slice in his mouth without thinking, sauce smearing the corner of his lip.

“Dude, you suck tonight,” Kevin chuckled, reaching for what he thought was his fifth slice.

Michael tried to argue back, mouth full. “Mmmf—yoouhr mom,” he garbled through a mouthful of cheese and dough, which only made Kevin laugh harder.

The pizza boxes began to look dangerously empty. Michael hadn’t even noticed how much he had eaten until he reached for another slice and came up empty-handed. He blinked, surprised. Kevin looked down at the carnage: three large pizzas, completely demolished between the two of them.

“Damn,” Kevin said, wiping his greasy fingers on his jeans, “we… we really did that, huh?”

Michael leaned back on the couch, hand resting on his slightly bloated stomach. He was uncomfortably full, but still riding the warm, fuzzy high of good food and easy friendship. He was about to joke it off when a sudden, loud burp escaped him, echoing through the room like a gunshot.

Both of them froze.

Kevin burst into laughter, clutching his sides. “Jesus Christ, Mike!”

Michael’s face turned bright red. He quickly sat up straighter, clearing his throat. His heart was hammering against his ribs, not from embarrassment, but from sudden anxiety that punched him harder than any scare from the game.

“I— I think I ate too much,” he mumbled, voice tight.

Kevin, still chuckling, didn’t seem to notice the genuine panic starting to brew in Michael’s chest. “No shit, Sherlock. You ate like… half a cow.”

Michael’s fingers twitched against his stomach, feeling the uncomfortable stretch. The room suddenly felt too hot, too cramped. The reality of what he’d done — how easily he fell into bingeing again — crashed down on him harder than any missed assignment ever could.

“I wasn’t even hungry,” he whispered, more to himself than to Kevin.

Kevin finally caught the serious tone in his voice and set down his controller, turning to look at him properly. “Hey, man, it’s just pizza. It’s not the end of the world.”

Michael shook his head, his sandy blonde hair falling into his eyes. He shoved it back roughly. “You don’t get it. I’ve been trying… so hard.”

Kevin’s face softened. He leaned back into the couch, giving Michael some breathing room. “Dude, come on. One night of pigging out doesn’t erase months of progress. You’re still hitting the gym. You’re still working your ass off. This—” he gestured to the empty boxes, “—this is just college shit. Normal college shit. Everyone does it.”

Michael didn’t respond. His mind raced through every guilty memory: the sneaky chocolate bars, the late-night runs to Candy Cane, the growing pile of candy in his closet. He felt like he was spiraling, slipping right back into the person he fought so hard to leave behind.

Kevin, sensing the tension, grabbed a mostly clean napkin and tossed it at Michael’s head lightly. “Hey. Seriously. You’re fine. You just need to not make a thing out of it. We’ll hit the gym tomorrow, sweat it out. No biggie.”

Michael caught the napkin, squeezing it in his hand like a stress ball. He forced a shaky laugh, trying to will himself to believe it. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”

Kevin smirked, picking up the controller again. “Good. ‘Cause I’m about to kick your ass in this next match, and I don’t want you crying about it.”

Michael cracked a real smile this time, rolling his eyes. “You wish.”

The tension eased a little. He wasn’t okay yet, not completely — the guilt was still there, heavy and uncomfortable like the full feeling in his gut — but Kevin’s easygoing nature helped pull him back from the brink.

As the next match loaded, Michael adjusted his position, settling deeper into the couch. He could deal with the anxiety later. For now, he was just another college kid, too full of pizza and bad decisions, trying to survive another round.

The next day, Michael shoved the last notebook into his desk drawer and leaned back, sighing. The assignment was done — Jim’s Calculus sheet, a joke of a task, was finished in record time. He checked the clock: 4:30 PM. He still had a few hours before gym time with Oscar. Plenty of time to chill.

True to his word, Jim had stopped by earlier, dropping off two new bulging bags of candy with a cocky smirk and a sarcastic salute. Michael hadn’t even checked what was inside yet. Curious now, he ripped one open and dumped the contents on his bed.

Brownies, chocolate truffles, salted caramel bites, giant peanut butter cups, chocolate-coated almonds — enough sugar to put a horse into a coma.

He told himself he’d just have a couple pieces. Just enough to take the edge off.

Michael kicked off his shoes, flipped on Parks and Recreation, and sank into bed, tossing a brownie into his mouth. The sweet, dense taste hit him like a dopamine bomb. Without thinking, he grabbed another piece, then another. His hand kept reaching out automatically, a conveyor belt straight from the bed to his mouth.

By the time Ron Swanson had given his fifth deadpan lecture about government incompetence, Michael looked down in horror. The first candy bag was completely empty, crumpled at his side. The second bag was halfway gone, red velvet cookie crumbs stuck to his fingers.

Panic shot through him. He snapped his eyes to the clock on his desk.

6:30 PM.

Thirty minutes late.

He groaned, letting his head fall back against the pillow. He should go. He should get up, put on his gym clothes, and try to salvage the evening. But the thought of moving — heavy, sluggish, sticky with sugar and guilt — felt impossible.

Michael remembered Kevin’s words from last night: One night of pigging out doesn’t erase months of progress.

He stared at the clock a little longer, wrestling with himself.

Then he sighed, grabbed another brownie from the half-empty bag, and pressed play on the next episode. Screw it. One more night wouldn’t kill him.

He was still curled up, a chocolate-stained pillow under his arm, when the door banged open around 7:30 PM and Kevin stumbled in, juggling two massive McDonald’s bags.

“Brooo!” Kevin announced grandly, dropping the bags onto Michael’s desk. “I bring greasy gifts!”

Michael blinked blearily at him. “What the hell, dude?”

Kevin grinned and started pulling items out of the bags — Big Macs, Quarter Pounders, fries, nuggets, enough food for a small army.

“I figured, screw the gym tonight,” Kevin said, tossing a large fries at Michael, “we’re having a House of the Dragon marathon instead. Full medieval feasting vibes.”

Michael opened his mouth to protest but closed it again. His stomach was already distended from the candy, but the smell of the fries hit him like a truck. His body didn’t care that he was full — it wanted.

He grabbed the fries.

Kevin flopped onto the couch, kicking aside empty candy wrappers without a second thought. Michael sat at the edge of his bed, shoveling fries into his mouth mechanically as Oscar pulled up the first episode of House of the Dragon.

“Eat, drink, and watch people murder each other for thrones,” Kevin said, raising a nugget like a toast. “Just like the old days.”

Michael snorted and clinked his fries against Kevin’s nugget.

They ate as they watched. Michael lost track of how many burgers he ate after the second episode. His stomach ballooned, pushing painfully against his jeans, but he couldn’t stop. It was like being caught in a weird, greasy trance. Bite after bite, scene after scene.

Every once in a while, Michael would glance down at himself — at the way his t-shirt stretched tighter across his softening belly, at the wrappers piling up around him — and a flicker of guilt would spark. But then he’d hear the roar of a dragon or see another brutal fight on screen and the guilt would drown under a wave of distraction.

Kevin wasn’t much better. The normally stick-thin guy was lying on his side now, hand half-dangling off the couch, lazily plucking fries out of a carton with glazed eyes.

By midnight, they had devoured almost everything. Only a few cold nuggets and some limp fries remained. Michael’s stomach felt like it was about to split open, round and tight under his shirt. Kevin groaned and threw a pillow over his face.

“Bro,” Kevin muttered from under the pillow, “I can feel my heartbeat in my stomach.”

Michael laughed weakly, cradling his own gut. He felt heavy, sluggish, and weirdly happy. It was disgusting, sure, but it was also kind of… fun?

“Remind me to never trust you with food decisions again,” Michael mumbled.

“Hey,” Kevin said, lifting the pillow slightly to point at him, “you didn’t have to eat five Big Macs, man.”

Michael flipped him off without heat and slumped deeper into his mattress, one hand absently rubbing his tight, overfed stomach.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow he’d fix it. Hit the gym extra hard, eat clean, work twice as much. Tonight? Tonight he was just another idiot college kid, drunk on sugar, burgers, and fantasy dragons.

The screen blurred in his vision as his eyelids started to droop. He let himself drift, the sounds of swords clashing and dragons roaring lulling him to sleep.