Chapter 1

Me and Blake were sitting on the couch, just enjoying a lazy Friday night in. Suddenly the door bell rang, which caused Blake, my best friend since childhood, to get up. I dreaded the noise of our doorbell lately… a few months ago Blake got into a sugar dating relationship with some random, but old guy, whom had met on some weird ass fetish side online.

“Another meal sponsored from your “daddy”?”, I call mockingly as I see him walking back to the living room with a few fast food containers that got delivered.

“Shut up, bro. That’s how I pay rent”, my friend said as he opened up each container one by one. Sure the food looked delicious, but it was way to much to be actually healthy. Right before I can say anything, aka scold him for his bad habits, he shuts me up with a glare. “Aiden, be quiet on things you don’t understand.” I mumble some inaudible words to show my displeasure.

As Blake dug into his meal, I decided to play some game on my phone to distract myself. Yet my eyes keep wondering to his rounded out from. Blake used to be quite the fit guy, he was always active and made sure to eat clean… sure when we were kids he had told me in secret that he fantasized about getting fat. Really fat. But I always thought he was joking around.

But now this sugar daddy of his was paying him to put on weight? I couldn’t believe it. Sometimes the older man would order food deliveries to our place, but the two would also meet for dates, where Blake would probably get stuffed like a damn goose. Of course I never asked for details on those specific nights where Blake would come home drunk and full. Sometimes with broken buttons on his pants or his bloated stomach on full display because of a shirt that rode up.

No I would never ask, its not of my business anyway… plus its weird. Speaking of weird, I look over at my friend, his belly rests soft and lush on his thighs and he is currently at his second fast food container. This time his sugar daddy got him Chinese.
“I just don’t get it”, I say frustrated. Blake looks up, a tad embarrassed that I was staring so much. “Dude, I know its not for you. I don’t get why you care so much”, he says while eating another fork full. Why did I care so much?

“It’s… it’s not healthy… plus .. um, I don’t like that guy.. he seems sketchy”, it was not a lie, but somehow it didn’t felt like the truth either. My eyes wander back to his belly, especially the sliver of skin reviled by his tight shirt.

Blake rolls his eyes, puts the fork down and looks at me. His gaze turns sympathetic: “I take care of my health, plus it’s a risk I’m willing to take. About him being sketchy… yeah fair enough. But he is the only one so far who is … into the same stuff as me and he gives me quite the money for it too. But dude, seriously. I appreciate your concern for my well being” he takes my hand in his “but I’m an adult and I don’t need my bestie to protect me, okay? “
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“Um.. what stuff exactly are you into?” I kind of knew the answer, yet I had never asked explicitly, even though I always wanted to. My friend just chuckled and continued eating. Guess he didn’t want to tell me. I kept looking at him, his stomach and even his bigger thighs and rear. I wonder how much he had gained in the time he dated that prick. Maybe 15 kilos, maybe more like 20 kilos. It’s not like he looks bad like this… but that’s just because Blake has always been handsome. Now he looks less defined, it makes him look a bit adorable even.

Geeze, I was way to invested in him eating those oily Chinese take out meal, I couldn’t tear my eyes off him.
By the end of the meal, Blake got up groaning a bit, he excused himself. I hoped he was okay, so I silently followed him. What I saw next made me blush in embarrassment, this guy seriously stood in front of our bathroom mirror and took pictures of his stomach with out a shirt on.

He looked bigger and fuller then normally. Blake even made a video where he grabbed his belly and rubbed it a bit. I stared at him with my mouth open. Then I felt a tingling sensation in my core. What? No, no, no, no, this cant be happening. I run into my room before he can see me.

Did I just get a hard one from watching my roommate create fetish content for a guy online?


AN: Hey I hope you like the first part of this story!
The picture is from pintrest