To Get Fat

Chapter 1 - Meeting Up

Jeremy never expected he was actually real. He'd heard so many stories about flaky men, just talking to gainers online to get their rocks off, and then bailing. Never meeting up.

But there he was, standing outside the restaurant, tall and slim, face neatly kept, checking his watch. He was real.

Jeremy felt his stomach twist.

They'd been chatting for a month now, and finally decided to pull the trigger on meeting up. He had thankfully agreed to a regular sit down restaurant, instead of an all-you-can-eat or a fast food spot. Jeremy had a low tolerance for greasy food and was still quite small, so didn't have the biggest appetite in the world yet.

Hopefully, this man could help change that.

Jeremy fixed his hair in his rearview mirror, took a deep breath, then stepped out of his car. He tugged his shirt down, trying to stretch it over his small belly to conceal it. Despite being a gainer, he was still relatively shy about the twenty pounds he'd already put on.

Henry perked up at the sight of him. He raised his hand over his head, waving him over.

Jeremy crossed the lot, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He should have worn looser pants.

"I was starting to feel like you bailed on me." Henry laughed awkwardly.

"Sorry. I was in my car, freaking out." Jeremy pointed to his vehicle.

Henry nodded. "I've never done this before either."

They had talked so much online, Jeremy didn't know what there was to say in person anymore. He shuffled a bit.

"You look nice, by the way." Henry's face colored a bit. "That shirt fits you well."

"Oh. Thank you." Jeremy picked at the front of it. "It's... getting a little small."

Henry's phone buzzed, and after a glance on it, he opened the door. "Let's see if we can't make it smaller by the end of tonight, huh?"

The restaurant wasn't anything fancy, just a simple family Italian spot, known for it's basic dishes. The interior was warm against the bracing wind that had been kicking up outside. The hostess showed them to their table, a booth tucked along the backwall by the kitchen entrance and set their menus down. She left them to look it over while they waited for their waiter.

"So, what are you thinking?" Jeremy asked, trying to make conversation.

"I think what you're thinking is more important." Henry said. "You're the one packing it on."

"Right.... Uh, probably the chicken parm?" He looked up from the menu, seeing Henry nod. He rolled his wrist like he was still waiting for more. "Extra... garlic bread?"

"They do have good garlic bread." There was still a tone of expectation in his voice.

"We could order an appetizer too."

"Great idea."

The waiter came and grabbed their drink orders, Henry ordering an iced tea, while Jeremy got a soda. Henry also asked for a plate of mozzarella sticks, which the waiter gladly took down.

When they were set out, the waiter took their entrée orders and ran off to the kitchen to get them started.

Jeremy reached for the plate, dunking the cheese sticks in the sauce and happily stuffing it in his mouth.

"These are really good." He said, quickly biting into another. "You want one?"

"Oh no. They're all for you, big boy."

Jeremy turned his face away, trying to hide the red creeping onto his face. "Right." Jeremy sized up the plate again, knowing he had to stuff them all down. He wouldn't have a problem eating them all, but eating a whole entrée after? That was the real problem.

"Eat up."

So, he did. He liberally applied the marinara sauce to the cheese and had every last one. He hummed happily, laying a hand on his belly, feeling the cheese settle in it. He was far from full, but he could easily go without eating for a few hours.

But he didn't have a few hours.

As he finished the last one, the waiter came out with their orders. The garlic bread smelled divine, and had him chewing on a piece before the waiter even left their table.

Henry poked fun at him for it.

"Couldn't even wait to keep eating, huh fatty?"

Jeremy almost choked on his next bite.

He enjoyed a bit of name calling, but he hadn't expected to hear it out in public like this. He couldn't meet Henry's eyes as he turned to the pasta and tried to get as big of a bite as he could in his mouth.

"Easy, fatty, we don't need you choking." Henry spoke low, keeping their conversation between the two of them. "I need all that food in that growing gut of yours."

Jeremy nodded, taking another bite. The chicken was well seasoned and the sauce was thick, pairing well with the noodles. He hummed around a few bites, enjoying himself a little too much for a public space like this.

Henry kept prodding him every time he slowed down to take a drink from his soda. Calling him a fatty, telling him to pig out, pointing out sauce trying to drip down his chin.

The last bite of his chicken parm was an ordeal. He was definitely full, breathing a little heavy around his stomach. He stared at the last bite, already twirled on his fork, and tried to take a deep breath to steel himself for it.

The fork was peeling out of his hand. He looked up to see Henry balancing his last bite on the fork and raised it up to him. Jeremy leaned forward and took it, chewing and swallowing slowly.

Jeremy groaned softly. "I'm full." He rubbed his gut, feeling it stretch even further out now. Any more weight, and he'd have to retire this shirt fully.

"You still have bread." Henry picked up a piece, holding it to his mouth. Jeremy whined as he pressed it to his lips. "Come on. That's what we're here for, right?" Jeremy nodded and opened his mouth, biting down. "Good fatty."

The last pieces of bread ended the same way. Henry was practically prying open his mouth at this point.

Jeremy tried to subtly rub his belly as it continued to stretch.

This is what he was here for. This is why he decided to meet up with a stranger. That stranger wanted to feed him, wanted to help him grow fatter. By himself, he would have stopped a long time ago, but Henry had agreed to help push him.

His stomach protested, gurgling upset.

The last of the bread was down his throat now, and Jeremy sighed. He leaned back in the booth, trying to breathe around the ball of food sitting inside him now. He had never been so full.

He had never been able to push himself this much.

Jeremy tried to pull at his waistband, but his fingers couldn't fit anymore. These pants were tight to begin with, being from his skinnier days, but with all the food packed in, there wasn't any space left.

"It wasn't even that much food." Jeremy groaned.

"It was more than I could eat." Henry chuckled.

"Can we go?" Jeremy desperately wanted to lay down. He wanted to unbutton these awful pants and lay on his couch and rub his abused stomach.

"Not yet." Henry smirked just as the waiter came back, carrying a plate with two slices of lava cake.

"Really?"

"Of course. You gotta eat dessert, fatty. It's the most important part of the meal."

Jeremy straightened himself back up.

"I want you to eat it yourself, though. I won't help you." Henry leaned over the table. "You can't tell me you don't want more, you greedy fatty."

Jeremy took a large forkful of cake and shoved it in his mouth, whining around the bite. It slid down his throat and landed heavily in his already packed stomach. It almost hurt.

The last bite of the first piece did. His stomach stretched even further.

The second piece stared at him, daring him to keep going. He had to. He had to make this worth Henry's time.

He picked up the plate and held it close to his chest, almost resting on his belly. If he got fatter, he'd have a decent belly shelf to rest it on. He picked the cake up with his hands and tried to eat the piece with one bite. He just ended up with cake smeared across his face.

Henry shook his head and gave him a napkin. "I don't want you making a mess. All those calories have to be in your gut."

Jeremy nodded. He was right. If he wanted a real man's gut, he had to make sure every last calorie ended up in him.

Finally, the last piece disappeared in his throat. He could almost feel it sitting on top of everything else.

He groaned, clutching at his stomach. It ached, stretched the max. He had never been so full in his life.

He didn't even noticed when the waiter had returned and Henry had paid and tipped him. He only noticed when Henry grabbed his elbow to help him stand up. Henry was good, guiding him out of the restaurant and back toward his car.

Jeremy leaned against his door, feeling a breeze caressing him under his shirt. He really did need to retire this shirt soon.

"That was wonderful." Henry broke the silence. "You ate really well."

"Thanks." Jeremy breathed heavily. "I've never been able to push myself that far."

Henry reached forward and patted his stomach. "What do you say we do this again? Next weekend?"

"Really?"

"I had a good time. You seem like you did." Henry gripped under his shirt, hand wrapping around the paunch forming.

"I did."

"So, we ought to make this a real thing." Henry stepped back, reaching into his pocket. "I made an eating plan too." He handed a folded paper over to Jeremy. "I figured even if we can't meet every day, I could help from afar."

Jeremy read through the paper. It had meals mapped out for him, all heavy, high calorie foods. Snacks were included as well. Only a few stops at the burger place, which Jeremy appreciated.

"Oh. Yeah." Jeremy found himself smiling. "Yes."

"Cool. I'll text you later tonight, then. Assuming you don't fall into a food coma when you get home." He winked.

Jeremy nodded, opening his car door. He squirmed in the seat, trying to get comfortable around his extended gut.

"I want a few extra pounds on you by next weekend." Henry left him with that, shutting the door for him.

Jeremy breathed out, feeling his clothes constrict. He would probably put on a few pounds just from that meal.