Camp Shawn Part Four (Part One)

1.

Camp Leader Gary opened his eyes and saw blood trickling down his forehead onto his nose. Wait, that’s not right, he thought. How can I see my own forehead? He closed his eyes again, and counted to five. He opened them again and looked at the blood dripping from the end of his nose. That’s better, that makes sense. I must have heard the blood on my forehead. He thought hard for a minute, trying to focus on what he just said. He closed his eyes again. I’ll get it right in a minute, he thought, and counted to ten. Before he opened his eyes he tasted the blood leaking over his top lip. Tasting, he thought, lips. That’s right. Damn he was drunk. Why had he gotten so drunk? He opened his eyes and once more smelled the blood dripping out of the deep cut on his forehead. Smelling blood? Can people smell blood? Sharks can. Damn his head hurt. Why did his head hurt? He closed his eyes again and restarted counting to ten. The blood tasted thick on his tongue. He opened his eyes a third time and saw no blood. All he saw was belly, the underside of a huge glutted out globe that burst brilliantly out over the top of a pair of hugely oversized baggy shorts. The fat had thin light brown hairs growing over it. The belly of a man of a very impressive size. The sight of the foot of fat overhanging his aching face soothed him. The edges of a black t-shirt were just visible beyond the horizon of the belly. The belly moved gently as it spoke. The voice was instantly recognisable, it both pleased and terrified him. “Hello Gary, What the fuck are you doing on the floor?” It said.




2.

Henry knew just how nervous Steve was, he felt it in his stomach. The twins guessed it was their own fault for lying to their father. They’d told him that they were on a break from Shawn due to the stress of being separated by the college admissions process. Although their break up had never been officially spoken of by any of the parties involved it was clear that it was a break up and not a break.

 

The twins had been eating their way out of their depression quite successfully for the previous few months so the news that they were to go back to camp and meet up with Shawn had sent them both into turmoil. Thankfully Henry had persuaded his Dad to allow them to start working at the camp a couple of weeks after it opened. This meant that they were able to spend the start of their summer vacation in Florida with a group of the YGS guys. That way they could at least try to forget about Shawn and whatever new horror and argument he had in store for them when they did show up in Indiana. For now they could lie in the sun getting drunk, expanding their globe like bellies on conch fritters and key lime pie.




3.

“Simon! Simon! Get down here and help me! The darn voice text has packed up again!”

 

Simon groaned as he rolled off his bed. Having a disabled parent was just the worst. He lay prostrate on the floor staring at a Fill Out Boy poster ironically placed on his bedroom wall while he tried to build up the energy to go downstairs and help his Dad.

 

“Simon! Simon! Can you hear me?”

 

“Yes Daaad, what do you waaaant?”

 

“I need you to come help book that camp. The darn voice text has packed in again!”

 

Simon lifted his head like a puppy that just heard the word ‘walkies’. Booking the camp was something that he actually wanted to do.

 

“Coming!” he shouted, as he bounced up onto his pudgy feet and sprang down the stairs as fast as his stubby legs would carry him.

 

“What’s the matter with it Dad? He asked in a much more helpful tone.

 

“The darn voice text that reads to me, it’s packed in again. I just wanted to check the info about that camp we agreed on.”

 

Simon looked into the whites of his father’s eyes as if he was just checking to be a hundred percent certain that he actually couldn’t see and snatched the laptop away from him.

 

“I’ll do it for you, no problem,” he said cheerily.

 

“We agreed on the one in Indiana right?” His Dad asked in spite of being certain that this was correct.

 

“Yeah, the weight management one.” Simon said with a smirk that his Dad had never seen.

 

“I’m very proud of you for agreeing to this, you know? It takes a big man to admit that he needs help. No pun intended.”

 

“No pun taken.”

 

“I’m being serious, Simon. Me and your Mom are so pleased that you’ve decided to put your health first. You know how worried she’s been about you since she read that article in the Enquirer about that new youth craze, you know those kids who want to be fat.”

 

“I’ve told you both. That’s ridiculous! How can you believe anything you read in that rag? It’s all hyperbole. I know I’m overweight but the idea that I’m into gaining is ludicrous!”

 

“I know that son, but your Mom needs convincing. You know what she’s like once she gets an idea in her head.”

 

“This is the one Dad.” He read part of the website blurb out loud;

 

“For the past twenty three years we have been helping young men with their body positivity and weight management issues. Thousands of young men from across America and overseas have come through our doors and left happier, healthier sizes. Our five point programme encourages eating habits that will last a lifetime. Our values are your values.”

 

Simon was very pleased that his Dad couldn’t see the photos of groups of happy smiling fat boys, some of them so plump that they looked like they were about to explode. One boy in particular had caught Simon’s eye. He was sitting on a makeshift throne wearing a crown, smiling like a loon whilst holding, in both hands, the biggest belly that Simon had ever seen. The boy looked like he was made of cake. Simon was certain that he must be the YouTuber known as ‘The King of Fat Camp’. It had to be? This was surely the right place? If he was wrong and it was a weight loss camp then he was in for the summer from hell.

 

He spent the next twenty minutes filling the required details into the online application while his Dad kept repeating how proud of him he was. He had to be right. This had to be the place. He was going to have the best summer ever. Having a disabled parent was just the best.




4.

Jake Joseph-Jackson was desperately trying and failing to hide his excitement as Shawn slowly climbed out of the taxi. He was bigger in real life than on the net. Jake smiled widely as he approached his old friend.

 

“Shawn, Dude! You’re looking magnificent!”

 

Jake went to shake Shawn’s huge soft hand but jokingly moved his own tubby hand away at the last moment and slapped Shawn’s bulging belly instead. It wobbled satisfyingly. It was Shawn’s turn to smile.

 

“You’re looking good yourself, man! How much bigger are you than last time we met?”

 

“You know that day when we finished camp I was actually 5 lbs heavier than you!?”

 

“That was a long time ago, man.”

 

“I can see that, dude”

 

“You look like you’re about 360 right?”

 

“All the way around!” Jake joked as he ran a fat finger around the circumference of his belly.

 

“And you, you’re 450 right?”

 

“That was last week, I’ve not updated my stats yet. 458”

 

“Oh wow! Way ahead of me!”

 

“Nothing changes my friend. Always growing!”

 

“And rightly so!”

 

“Talking of which, what’s a guy gotta do to get something to eat around here?”

 

Jake laughed out loud. “Come with me,” he said, “Staff dinner is just about to begin in the new restaurant.”




5.

Shawn was very impressed with the new surroundings. The restaurant was simple but elegant. It contained twelve large round tables each with twelve sturdy seats. There was a large buffet bar against the far wall for salads and entrees, beside the soda machines. The other side of them, next to the large open windows that overlooked the lake, lay four automated self-serve ice cream vendors. There were only three other counsellors in the restaurant eating at another table. Shawn recognised a couple of them but couldn’t remember their names. The kindly Jim, whom he remembered fondly, approached with a menu. It was his turn to serve his hungry colleagues.

 

Shawn perused the menu, taking more time over his selection than you would expect someone as hungry as him to do. The options were extensive and spread over five courses. This place was designed to treat the higher paying campers well. He settled on the beef wellington, coq au vin, and a double portion of sliders to start with. He then asked Jim to please fetch him a plate of everything from the salad and entree buffet, making up a BS excuse about an aching ankle in order to save him the twenty feet of walking required to fetch his own. He really liked Jim. Jake fetched them both a supersized cup of soda, only supersized cups were available, and they sat down to eat a meal at camp together for the first time in three years.

 

The beef wellington was made of thick juicy cuts that slid down Shawn’s throat with orgasmic ease. The chicken was succulent and cooked to perfection. Shawn ordered a second portion of both for himself and Jake. The tiny burgers looked ridiculous in comparison to the size of the boy eating them, like doll's food. At least there were twelve of them. He swallowed each one whole, but didn’t bother ordering any more. Instead he went for the game. The venison steak was bloody raw, five 8 oz strips of loin. He followed this with the turducken. The very idea of one dead bird stuffed inside another, stuffed inside another, stuffed inside him, was enough to make Shawn rock hard. Jake, already full, watched him as he devoured the feast of cruelty that was a whole chicken, inside a whole duck, inside a whole turkey. When this plate was presented to him, he’d taken off his 4XL shirt, in order to give himself more growing space. He placed his left hand on top of his domed belly so that he could feel his straining stomach stretching even further out as his right hand tore into the triple roast of decadence. The debonned birds were easy to eat quickly as Shawn could just grab at the meat with wanton abandon. Every morsel was edible and he relished every last morsel of it. He groaned with delight, as the physical evidence of the demise of the three birds, and all the other meat he had eaten, bloated his mountainous belly out. The pain in his undergut was strong enough to make his dick drip but he wasn’t about to stop now. If he had to be back at camp then he was certainly going to make the most of it. He undid the fly on his shorts in order to create the last bit of growing space and ordered Jake to fetch him ice cream. His fat friend willingly obliged. The whippy ice cream shot out of the pipes with a gaseous noise. Jake filled eight large bowls of it, passing them to Shawn one at a time, while he supplied the others with various sauces and toppings. Shawn didn’t even use a spoon, he just sucked the soft cool melted mixture of fattening sugars, milk, and cream straight down into his aching waiting gut. He was totally ballooned now and a spiking shot of lactose pain flew down the left hand side of his bloated abdomen to join the immense digestive pain in his undergut. Shawn wasn’t lactose intolerant but this had happened to him once before and he knew what it was, he had just eaten too much lactose. Full stop. Anyone who overeats to such a stupendous level would feel the same effects. This thought turned him on. He finished the final bowl and looked at Jake longingly. He had never considered this friend to be particularly attractive, but damn he needed him now.

 

“Hey Tiger, I could really do with some relief over here” he winked.

 

Jake didn’t hesitate. He dropped his fat ass to his knees and dived under the table where he proceeded to suck Shawn’s balls so hard that he came before he  could even move onto his dick. Well, this is what Jake thought had happened. In Shawn’s mind he was watching a fat chicken, a fat duck, and a fat turkey, along with a deer and a cow, fight for their lives as they drowned in a sea of melted ice cream inside his belly. Just as the animals, breathed their last and sunk out of sight below the creamy surface they melted away and all of the cream and animal fat drained out of the bottom of his stomach like an emptying tub and layered itself around the outer wall creating a new thick layer of fat that swelled his magnificent belly three feet further out than before. It was at this point that he shot his load straight into his friend’s curly hair. The three counsellors at the other table pretended not to notice.




6.

“I can’t believe that your parents are letting you go to that place.”

 

“Well, they er don’t really understand what it is,” Simon admitted.

 

He was sat in the school dining hall talking to his best friend, Mike. It was one week before the end of term and Simon had been spending extra time at lunch everyday since he had booked online with his Dad’s unwitting agreement. Simon was a good looking boy, short at only five feet six, with dark brown hair that swept over his forehead in an ironic emo manner. He had equally dark brown eyes that sunk into his chubby face under the weight of the ironic black shadow that he wore around them. Mike rolled his eyes at him, he couldn’t believe that Simon had been so sucked into the gaining scene that he would trick his parents so. Simon picked up on his friend's look of disapproval and fingered the inside of his ironic dog collar. The collar felt tight around his soft neck and was causing him to sweat. He looked away from Mike as he took another bite of his chilli dog.

 

“They’re gonna be so fucking pissed at you dude, when they find out.”

 

“How’ll they find out?”

 

“Are you joking? They think you’re going to a health and exercise camp. What the fuck do you think they’re gonna say when you come back fatter?”

 

Simon looked down at his protruding gut that was stretching out his ironic  extra large Greed Day t-shirt. He swallowed hard and wiped his chubby hand over his mouth.

 

“I don’t care,” was his simple answer. He took another huge bite of his meaty lunch and a big glob of chilli dropped down onto his shelf. He looked down at it and appeared to muse deeply for a few seconds before wiping it up with his fat forefinger and sucking it clean.

 

“But they’ll care!” Mike protested.

 

“Maybe I won’t gain that much?” Simon posited.

 

“Now you’re just lying to yourself dude, you’ve gained 50 lbs already this year! What do you seriously think’s going to happen to you at a camp where they purposefully supply you with unending food?”

 

Simon’s eyes widened and Mike couldn’t help but wonder why his friend had started to take such delight in weight gain. Was it yet another rebellious phase? Was he doing it to be popular or was it really just irony?

 

“With any luck I’ll gain a hundred pounds.” He beamed.

 

“And you don’t think your parents will notice that!?”

 

“My Dad’s fucking blind, dude!”

 

“But he ain’t stupid!”

 

“Ain’t he? He’s the one that’s paid for me to go to gainer camp! If he seriously wants me to lose weight then that’s a pretty fucking stupid thing to do!”

 

Mike sighed in frustration. He really didn’t understand what Simon saw in this whole gaining thing. Simon finished his chilli dog and announced that he was going back to get some pizza. He pushed his plush buttocks into the back of his chair and it scraped along the floor. As he stood up his round belly bulged out in front of him. He already looked like he’d drank an entire keg of beer. A thick layer of soft young belly fat was clearly visible hanging over his ironic studded leather belt. Ridiculous for a sixteen year old, thought Mike. As Simon waddled back towards the counter carrying his empty tray Mike stared at his fat padded ass that hung out above his sagging jeans, gripped tightly in ironic bright pink boxer shorts. His globular cheeks bounced as he went. What the hell will he look like after eight whole weeks of weight gain camp? He wondered.




7.

At first Shawn had been kind of pleased to see Gary again. The Camp Leader had been very kind and supportive to him when he was a camper so he was completely taken aback when Gary had called him into his office to reprimand him.

 

Shawn had only been working at camp for three days. Three short days into the staff training and preparation week and he was already in trouble. As far as Shawn was concerned he hadn’t done anything wrong. All he’d done was behave exactly the same as when he’d been a camper and they’d crowned him king for that! But now, apparently, sitting around eating all day and then either masturbating or having sex in public was against the rules! 

 

Inappropriate, Gary had said. Not befitting someone tasked with taking care of minors. He didn’t want any complaints from parents, apparently. What a fucking asshole! Just because Shawn had failed to report to the office on time every morning and had only been present for one team meeting, when there were free donuts, he was already on a verbal warning! How the fuck was he supposed to start work at seven am every day when he was up until four filling his face and Jake’s ass!? When he asked if Gary even wanted him to gain any more weight he was flabbergasted to hear that “counsellor weight gain was a bonus if it happened but was not a priority as adults had the freedom to eat whatever they wanted all year round.” Apparently, the campers were the priority because they were paying customers, so their ‘needs’ had to be taken care of first and foremost. Shawn had never heard such bullshit in all his life. He was gonna prove Gary wrong, and if he wasn’t allowed to do whatever the fuck he wanted then he was gonna take him down. Harder than he had David.

 

Jake listened to all of this and did his best to calm his champion gainer friend down. It took a while but he finally managed to appease him by gagging him and tying him to a chair. Shawn was furious at first and tried to fight back, leaving Jake with a fair few bruises on his soft supple upper arms. However, when Jake started to cut Shawn’s t-shirt off with scissors whilst forcing Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups into his mouth he finally figured out that it was kinky as hell and submitted completely.

 

The gag was now hanging loose around Shawn’s bulging double chin. His eyes furiously followed Jake as he went to the fully stocked refrigerator to fetch the next round. Jake’s belly was also rumbling like thunder but he knew that he had to satiate Shawn first. He took an immensely thick slice of double chocolate gateau and smooched enticingly back over to Shawn with it. Shawn didn’t even speak, he just stared intensely at the giant piece of cake, tilted his head back and opened his mouth as wide as possible. Jake smiled at him and rammed it into the back of his throat with as much force as he could. Shawn coughed and choked. Still spluttering he began to chew. At least half of the slice was around his mouth and face and his thick greedy tongue lashed out around his lips in order to retrieve as much of the sickly chocolate icing as possible. It stretched out across his bloated cheek, aching to gather in as much sugar ladened chocolate filling as it could. While it was doing this Jake went back to the fridge to fetch the rest of the cake and a wooden baking spoon.

 

Sometimes using the spoon and sometimes using his bare hands Jake fed the rest of the family sized gateau to Shawn in double quick time. The glorious glutton groaned loudly when this first task was completed. Jake informed him that the cake was 3000 calories. All Shawn had to say was, “God, I hope you have more.”

 

There was no more gateau so Jake continued by squirting an entire 13 oz can of whipped cream into Shawn’s gaping mouth (915 calories). He used his fat thumb and forefinger to gently squeeze and tease Shawn’s left nipple while he gobbled down the topping. Jake returned to the fridge and removed the 3 gallon tub of Byrne’s chocolate ice cream so that it could defrost a bit. He would be needing it later. He reached back inside and took out a large cardboard box and sauntered over to Shawn who was sat drooling. His hands were still tied behind the back of the chair. His gigantically fat belly was heaving up and down, half from the deep breathing and panting and half from anticipation. It splayed out across his lap and hung off the side of his thick fat thighs. Deep inside his shorts and fat rolls Shawn’s dick was twitching and dripping like an epileptic kid at a disco.

 

Jake opened the box and revealed its contents to Shawn. Sixteen chocolate eclairs. Light and fluffy but stuffed full of calorific pastry, chocolate and cream. These are gonna be so easy but fattening, thought Shawn. “4192 calories” whispered Jake in Shawn’s ear as he stroked the top of his already inflating balloon belly. Each eclair was pushed whole into Shawn’s mouth with a single fat finger, and swallowed within seconds. It took less than a minute for the ravenous glutton to devour all of them. Shawn smiled with pride and Jake gave him a delicate kiss on the lips which tasted of chocolate and cream. Jake’s own huge belly rumbled loudly again. Shawn heard it this time and gave his fat friend a real look of concern.

 

“Don’t you fucking dare eat any of the food that’s been earmarked for me!” He yelled with real anger.

 

Jake laughed and told Shawn not to worry, he was absolutely going to take care of him first.

He fetched the three gallon tub of ice cream. This was the first time that Shawn had noticed it and he screamed so loud that they could probably hear him in the next state. 

 

“YEEESSSSS!!!!!! Fucking give it to me!!!!”

 

Due to the speed with which Shawn had polished off the eclairs the ice cream had not yet melted as much as Jake had intended so he began by spooning it into Shawn’s mouth with the wooden spoon. Shawn sucked and slurped at every huge spoonful as the pain in his stomach grew stronger and stronger. This was no good. He needed it in him now. Every inch of his 465 lb body needed filling up. He dreamt of liquid ice cream running through his veins.

 

“Microwave.”

 

He spoke clearly and softly but his authoritarian manner came across loud and clear to Jake who did exactly as was demanded of him. The giant tub was placed on defrost for two minutes. It felt like two hours to Shawn who sat squirming looking at his enormous belly, the jiggle of which only gave away just how much it still required filling. Jake came back with the tub and the funnel that he had learnt Shawn kept under his bed. He placed the funnel in Shawn’s once more wide open cake hole and told him to suck in order to hold it in place. Shawn’s thick greedy lips latched onto the spout of the funnel forming a vacuum and his stomach roared with anticipation as he sucked down nothing but air.

 

With both hands Jake lifted the heavy tub and began to pour. The rich, sickly, melted chocolate ice cream slunk down the funnel and into Shawn’s mouth. His tongue tingled with delight as it began to drown in what soon seemed like an avalanche of deliciously thick cold slime. It began to race down his throat like lava erupting from a volcano. Shawn gagged as his oesophagus was forced wider. His fat neck bulged as the first gallon of ice cream descended down his food pipe and into his digestive system. His stomach bag filled immediately and Jake noticed the top of his mountainous belly rise an inch. That was his sign to pause.

 

He laid the tub down and placed his hand on Shawn’s heavily bloated and swollen stomach. He pushed down hard through the layers of fat to try to feel how full his friend truly was. It felt like he had an over inflated basketball inside him. Jake looked up at Shawn and noticed that his fat face had turned bright red. He was sweating and panting heavily, clearly struggling for breath.

 

“Urghh, said Shawn.

 

“What?” said Jake.

 

“Ooahh”

 

“What?”

 

Shawn paused and took a deep breath in.

 

“My sh-shorts,” he spluttered.

 

Oh shit, thought Jake, and he dug his hands deep under the giant ball of fat that was Shawn’s foot long overhang. Shawn’s lower belly fat felt hot and sticky. It was fantastically soft and amazingly heavy. Eventually he managed to finger a catch and the skin tight garment flung open immediately allowing Shawn’s belly to jump about a foot forward. God damn, he’s fucking massive, thought Jake. Shawn let out a massive gasp of relief and the bright colour began to leave his hugely swollen cheeks.

 

“Better?” asked Jake, as he removed his hand from under Shawn’s belly, gently grazing his rock hard boner as he did so.

 

“Much” replied Shawn, who looked incredibly relieved.

 

“More!” The glutton demanded.

 

Jake didn’t hesitate for a second. He reinserted the funnel in Shawn’s mouth and began to pour in a second gallon. Once more the gloopy slop galloped down the glutton’s open gullet. As Shawn sucked and sucked, Jake could hear a slight release of air coming from the side of the funnel. He sounded so satisfied. Pain shot through all of Shawn’s adipose laden abdomen as his stomach strained and overfilled. He really was stretching the ability of his internal organs to hold themselves together. His stomach gurgled and groaned as its acid worked overtime to get some of the sickly feast moving on into his intestines. It needed to work double quick if it wasn’t going to burst open. Once the second gallon was down Jake instinctively went to work massaging the deep folds of belly fat. A true glutton himself, he knew that Shawn needed help digesting. He pushed his fat fingers and palms up against Shawn’s stomach and rubbed and pawed at the soft soft fat. Shawn’s head was tilted back and he gasped once more for air as his brain flooded with dopamine from both the pain and the relief. After a couple of minutes of Jake telling him just how fat and sexy he was, the whale was ready for more.

 

“Let me do it this time,” he said. “Untie me, I want to feed myself.”

 

“What shall I do?” Jake asked innocently.

 

Shawn responded with one of his wicked smiles. Jake did as he was told and untied Shawn’s hands. He then passed him the tub with the remaining two thirds of a gallon, knelt down in between Shawn’s tree trunk sized thighs and buried his head deep into his lower belly and crotch fat. Despite his fat pad being at least three inches thick, Shawn’s cock was still a decent size and Jake found it easily. It was as hard as granite but smooth and juicy due to all of the sweat and precum that had leaked all over it. Jake took it as deep in his own greedy mouth as he could and pushed his chubby cheeks deep into Shawn’s fat layers. Shawn groaned with pleasure and lifted the tub up to his lips. As he slurped and guzzled Jake could feel his swelling belly pushing out against his head. Both boys sucked as hard as they could. Jake felt Shawn’s mass begin to tremble and dutifully wrapped his tongue around his shaft. Shawn glugged down the last of the ice cream, slammed the empty tub against the far wall, and screamed with delight as the orgasm reverberated through his entire lower half. Hundreds of pounds of belly fat shook with glorious delight as he unloaded himself powerfully into Jake’s anticipatory throat. The amount of thick cum was too much for Jake to take and he pulled his head away spitting the jizz back out over Shawn’s belly. They both closed their eyes and let out deep sighs of relief. Jake's tummy rumbled. He looked up at Shawn who was glowing partly in post-coital pleasure but also due to the change in his metabolic rate.

 

“12,960 calories,” Jake informed him.

 

Shawn’s dick burst open with semen again and covered Jake’s entire fat face with his fat boy cream.

 

The other counsellor who had dropped by just to say hello starred in through the window in astonishment. Gary gave them both a formal written warning.




8.

Jake was sat on reception munching down Haribo Gold Bears when Simon entered. The pudgy gothic kid was an unusual sight in rural Indiana. He had a newly dyed purple streak in his emo fringe with matching painted fingernails and eyeliner. He smiled shyly as he approached the reception desk wheeling a large suitcase behind him.

 

“Hi,” was all he said. His voice was weak but friendly. He was clearly nervous.

 

“Hi,” Jake replied. “First time here?”

 

“Can I have one of those?” he said, pointing at the big bag of German candy.

 

Jake was slightly taken aback as he was not expecting this shy looking new kid to be so forthright.

 

“Of course,” he said, in a friendly manner and held the bag out for Simon who instinctively took a massive handful and crammed it into his mouth. His eyes darted about nervously as if he was expecting someone to try to steal the candy from him.

 

“Whooaa!” Jake exclaimed. “Take it easy, kid. They’re not yours. There’ll be plenty of time for that sort of thing.”

 

“Sorry,” Simon apologised immediately and looked a little crestfallen. “At least I know I’m in the right place now,” he mumbled.

 

“Right place?” Jake queried. “What do you mean?”

 

The goth kid blushed and looked at the end of his shoes. His belly covered the view of the rest of them.

 

“The weight gain camp,” he mumbled under his breath.

 

Oh, he’s one of those kids, Jake thought. It was rare but not unusual that some kids didn’t know what sort of camp they were coming to. Some like Shawn had even thought that it was a weight loss camp. That wasn’t this kid though. He was one of the really rare ones, here knowingly, but without his parents permission.

 

“Yes, my friend. Though we call it weight management, for legal reasons. Understand?”

 

“Yes, Sir,” Simon said. “I can’t wait to manage my weight.”

 

Jake laughed and told Simon that there was no need to call him Sir. His name was Jake. He uncharacteristically offered him more Haribo and Simon once more took a giant handful before apologising, again.

 

Jake looked down at the young boy's bountiful pot belly and told him, “Don’t worry, Simon. I think you’re going to have a great time here.”

 

“I hope so, Jake. I wanna gain at least a hundred pounds!”

 

Jake almost spat out his own mouthful of Haribo. “Well if you do, you just might be crowned king of fat camp!”

 

Simon’s eyes twinkled at the mention of the king. “Will I get to meet him?”

 

“Meet who?”

 

“The king of fat camp?”

 

“We have a new king every year?” Jake was teasing the kid now. He knew perfectly well who he was referring to.

 

“I don’t know his name. The guy on YouTube. He came here right? He’s the reason I’m here.”

 

Jake smiled knowingly but decided to put the kid out of his misery, he seemed nice. “You mean Shawn Stringer. Yes, you’ll meet him. He’s working here as a counsellor this year.”

 

“Oh great!”

 

“But, how much you see him will depend on which cabin you’re in.”

 

“Which cabin are you in?”

 

“Cabin five.”

 

“Ah, Shawn’s the counsellor responsible for cabin six.”

 

Simon looked crestfallen again. His cheeky chubby smile turned to a frown. His lips pouted and he lifted his eye lashes. His dark brown eyes seemed to be staring into Jake’s hungry soul.

 

Simon had learnt a couple of grades ago how to manipulate gays. He recognised something in how Jake looked at him and took his chance. He held eye contact with the fat gay for two seconds longer than a straight guy would be comfortable with and then glanced away in concern in case he’d made a mistake. He then looked back up at Jake, regained eye contact and smiled weakly.

 

“You seem like a nice guy..” It had worked. “...I’ll see if there’s space in cabin six.”

 

“Thank you, Jake!” Simon beamed.

 

“You’re in luck, there’s one space left,” Jake lied, as he transferred some guy called Oliver to Cabin Five.

 

He gave Simon his cabin key and told him where to go. Simon thanked him again and helped himself to another handful of Haribo. Quickly realising his mistake, he stuffed the gummies into his greedy mouth as quickly as he could, turned around and shook his fat globular ass at Jake so hard that his low hanging shorts almost fell down. He even clenched so that his spherical cheeks banged into each other. He disliked himself for doing such things, he was 100% straight, but he heard Jake quiver and knew that he’d gotten away with it, again.




9.

Simon’s pot belly entered the cabin first. It was wrapped tightly in a retro Bulk 182 t-shirt with a faded fat cartoon rabbit eating a carrot on it. The rabbit was misshapen and stretched due to the circular lump of fat that was Simon’s pot belly. It caused the overweight rabbit to bend uncomfortably backwards over the arch of the bulge. Simon’s bloated belly was followed into the cabin by his chubby face, eyeliner, and emo fringe. The others looked up at him.

 

“You’re not Oliver!”

 

It was an older boy who spoke. He identified himself as Tony Holmes. He was the second fattest of the three and from the way he held himself clearly considered himself to be the alpha. He stood up from his bed and leant back a bit, his hands on his hips, in a clear dominant masculine act of pushing his belly out as far as possible to show just how big it is. And he was damn big. At least six feet tall with a ginormous low hanging belly that wouldn’t have looked out of place on an obese middle aged trucker. Simon estimated him to be at least 350 lbs.

 

The two other boys in the room were also significantly oversized. For the first time in a long time Simon felt small. They all sat on the edge of their beds, bellies hanging out, eyeing Simon intently. They waited for Tony to speak again.

 

“Well who the fuck are you then?” He demanded to know.

 

“I’m Simon,” Simon said sheepishly.

 

“Why the fuck have we got a newbie, Tony? Where the fuck is Oliver?” 

 

It was a boy called Bigby who spoke. He was 17 years old, ginger and morbidly obese. In any other environment he would have been bullied to death. Here he appeared to be number two in the pecking order.

 

“Yeah, where the fuck is Oliver?” Tony demanded, looking straight at Simon.

 

Simon paused for a moment while he thought, how the fuck should I know? I don’t even know who the fuck he is? But then it dawned on him.

 

“You should maybe try cabin five? I think he might be in there.”

 

“Why the fuck would he be in cabin five? All the seniors are always together in cabin six! It’s our turn to be seniors! Why the fuck would he be in cabin five?” Tony’s face was reddening with anger. This guy’s clearly got issues, Simon thought.

 

“I think that guy Jake, in reception, said something about it.”

 

“What? Jake don’t decide placements. They’re booked months ahead! I’m going to take this up with our counsellor!”

 

“Have you met him yet?” Simon asked, coming across suddenly all excited.

 

“No, why does that fucking matter?”

 

“Do you know who it is?”

 

“No, why does that fucking matter?” Tony repeated putting on a slightly retarded voice. The other boys laughed.

 

“Because it’s Shawn Stringer!”

 

Tony froze. Simon was thrilled to see the effect that he had had on the older boy and was quite frankly relieved that the conversation was moving away from the banished Oliver.

 

“Don’t lie! No he’s not!” Bigby interjected in order to fill Tony’s silence.

 

Tony looked at Simon. “You telling the truth, emo boy?”

 

“I swear on my stomach. I’m telling the truth.”

 

They all gasped in shock.

 

“Well you better come in and sort your shit out then,” Tony said, “Cos we’re all in big fucking trouble!” 




10.

Shawn’s belly entered the cabin first, swaying gently from side to side with the rest of him. All four boys stared in awe at the 468 lb monster of a young man. Shawn’s features were still boyish and his fat, rather than ageing him, had stretched out his skin to the point of having the effect of keeping it soft, smooth, and young looking. Tony Holmes recognised him immediately, despite his continuous impressive gains, as being the same boy who had saved them from David during his first year at camp.

 

Shawn lurched to the left and then leaned himself against a bunk on the right. He had been drinking steadily for the past five days. Concerned that Gary would be monitoring his food intake closely he had decided to bloat himself on beer, something that he had gotten used to at college. If he hadn’t had twenty beers in the last twenty four hours then he had had thirty. An eighteen year old called Stefan was sitting on the bed that Shawn lent against. He was sitting up leaning against his pillows snacking on a big bag of chips. He looked at Shawn with concern as the older boy leant in closer to him and burped loudly in his face. Shawn belly laughed, snatched the bag of chips from him and started stuffing them into his own mouth.

 

“God, I’m hungry,” he spluttered through a mouthful of salt and fat.

 

Simon got up from his bed and slowly approached his idol.

 

“Hi, I’m Simon,” he held out his hand but Shawn just looked at him and left him hanging. 

 

Shawn eyed his makeup and pot belly. Cute, he thought.

 

Then he noticed Tony Holmes.

 

“Tiny Tony!” He pointed. “What the fuck are you still doing here you little pussy?”

 

Tony stood up. He bravely trembled up to Shawn and stood face to face with him. He tried but failed to speak with authority.

 

“I’m two inches taller than you, you fucker!”

 

Shawn spat chip mush in his face as he laughed. He poked Tony in his huge low hanging belly and said,

 

“But you’re still like, what? 120 lbs less than me? Sit back down you jealous little cunt.”

 

Tony feebly did as he was told.

 

Shawn took in the other boys who he was to take charge of. His eyes stayed on Bigby longer than they would have if he was sober. The ginger giant was so fat that he looked almost bedridden. Shawn scowled.

 

“Where the fuck’s the food at in here?”

 

“What?” asked Stefan bravely or stupidly.

 

Shawn wobbled back over to him. He tipped the dust out of the now empty chip packet over Stefan’s head and slapped him hard in the face.

 

“What the fuck Shawn?” It was Tony who shouted.

 

“You sit the fuck back down, Tiny, you prick! I ain’t talking to you!”

 

Shawn stared daggers at Stefan, “I said, where the fuck is the food?”

 

Stefan just stared back at him, petrified. Too scared to speak.

 

“It’s mostly in the kitchen. Where the hell do you think it is?”

 

Shawn tried to turn quickly to see who spoke and almost lost his balance. Simon approached him.

 

“I said it’s in the kitchen. Shall we get something to eat together? I know I’m ravishing.” Simon patted the top of his pot belly and held eye contact with Shawn for two seconds too long. He paused for a moment before smiling.

 

“At least the pretty emo boy knows how to be welcoming! Unlike you other ungrateful cunts!” Shawn bellowed.

 

“Come,” Simon said. “I want you to teach me how to eat like you.” He gently touched Shawn’s bulbous hand and led him to a seat by a small table in the kitchenette.

 

He took a large tray of lasagne out of the oven and said, “Here, this smells good.”

 

It did smell good. The lasagne was newly reheated and wafts of fresh spice and mincemeat emanated from it.

 

“That’s mine,” Stefan whimpered, “My Mom made it for me specially. She double layered it with triple cheese just how I like it.”

 

Simon noticed the evil look on Shawn’s face as Steffan said this. He instinctively recognised the look because it was the same one that he made when he felt like a fat greedy pig ready to consume all of the food. He held eye contact with Shawn, handed him a spoon and said,

 

“Fuck him. His Mom cooked this lasagne for you.”

 

Shawn dug in and Simon watched him, diverting his eyes from his belly, to his face, to the lasagne and back again. To Simon’s surprise Shawn took a pause from eating in order to say,

 

“I thought we were gonna eat together. What are you having?”

 

Simon opened the fridge and took out a gallon of full fat milk. “I’m just gonna drink this,” he said.

 

Shawn smiled at him, “Well you better do it fast. If you ain’t finished it by the time I’m done with this lasagne then I’m taking it from you.”

 

Simon smiled at him, “Challenge accepted.”

 

“What about you other fucking pussies? Ain’t you boys gonna eat anything? This is fucking fat camp you know!”

 

The other boys tentatively made their way to the kitchenette and each fetched something fattening to consume.

 

Simon was more than content gulping down his gallon of milk. He finished it just before Shawn finished the giant lasagne. He’d never drunk so much so quickly. The large amount of liquid had clearly caused his pot belly to swell and balloon out. He stroked his bloat and it felt super hard. Damn camp was gonna be fun! And damn he hadn’t just met his super fat and egotistical idol, he had befriended him and controlled him! Simon was feeling super proud of himself. 

 

Shawn noticed the pride in Simon’s belly and crotch. It released a hunger in him that he hadn’t felt since he first met Henry and Steve. Shawn had watched the pretty young emo boy’s belly swell out as he greedily gulped down the high fat milk. He was so fucking sexy and had so much potential. God, I’m gonna make him so fucking fat, he thought. I’m gonna fill that pot belly with so much food that he won’t be able to see the ground in front of him. And then I’m gonna totally rip open his virgin asshole.




11.

“Hi Bjorn, It’s Gary. Is now a good time to have that chat about how Shawn is getting on?”

 

“I have ten minutes before my next meeting.”

 

“Ok, well I’ll try to make it quick. He’s been as problematic as I feared. He’s always late. Hardly does any work and when he does eventually show up, and his… erm… overt sexuality is beginning to antagonise the other counsellors.”

 

“I see.”

 

“It’s not unusual for our employees to be lazy. It kind of goes with the territory, and of course I don’t mind him enjoying himself in his free time, but he acts like he is still a camper here, not an employee. He’s just not a team player.”

 

“How is he getting on with the other counsellors?”

 

“He’s friendly enough with Jim and he spends ninety percent of his time with his old friend Jake. They seem to be getting on very well. Apart from that he doesn’t really talk to any of the others and quite frankly some of them have made it very clear to me that they don’t like him.”

 

“Why do you think that is?”

 

“Because he doesn’t pull his weight, Bjorn.”

 

“What have you tasked him with?”

 

“He’s had it very easy so far. All we’ve required of him is attendance at a couple of preliminary meetings and to be responsible for stock taking at the new restaurant. It’s barely three hours a day and he can’t even manage that. He only showed up once and he made me question whether he can even count? According to his figures we’re 150 burger patties, 25 chickens, and 12 gallons of ice cream short. I’ve had to send Jim in to recount just now.”

 

“And what will he be doing when the campers arrive?”

 

“Like everyone he will be assigned a cabin to take care of, but I’m very nervous about that. I hate to say it but I don’t think he can be trusted with children. He just isn’t mature enough.”

 

“Put him with the oldest ones then. He might get along with them, kinda be on the same level. I agree that he shouldn’t be in charge of the younger ones. He’ll just be a bad influence.”

 

“Agreed, though some of our seniors were present when he attended camp so I do worry that it will only encourage him to behave even more like a camper, you know,  if he’s placed with old friends?”

 

“I think that’s gonna happen anyway. Please be patient with him.”

 

“You did get my email, didn’t you? About him already being on a warning?”

 

“Yes, I read that. Please remember that he’s at least partly responsible for the increase in numbers this year?”

 

“We don’t know that for sure.”

 

“Don’t fool yourself, Gary. He’s a mini-celebrity online. He’s making a small fortune from it.”

 

“Well, he still has to do his job here. We can’t afford to feed and water a kid like him if he’s not going to do any work in return.”

 

“Of course I can, Gary. Don’t you start worrying about money. Just focus on your own job. I fully expect this to be the biggest year ever.”




12.

Shawn finally left cabin six just before three am. He had consumed not only Stefan’s Mom’s lasagne but also two more bags of the same boy’s chips, a quart of Tony’s ice cream, and a large box of mixed candies and chocolates that the other seniors had stashed under the kitchen worktop. This left all of the campers feeling very disgruntled, apart from Simon who was nothing but impressed with the sheer amount that Shawn ate.

 

“I can’t believe you used to look up to that guy!” Bigby said.

 

“He wasn’t always that bad.” Tony replied.

 

“He’s nothing but a bully. Pure and simple.” Stefan added.

 

“You can’t complain that he’s greedy.” Simon said, coming to his hero's defence.

 

“Look newbie, we’re all greedy, but that doesn’t give anyone the right to go around being a dickhead.” Bigby argued.

 

“I think he was just drunk.” Simon said.

 

“Yeah, clearly! But trust me that was a hundred percent Shawn,” Tony said. “He’s not changed. He’s just continued down the same path and now his ego’s even bigger than his belly.”

 

The mention of Shawn’s belly caused all of the boys to fall into a momentary silence of reverence. They may not have liked Shawn but they were all still in awe of his amazing gut.

 

“His ego is what keeps him eating.” Simon said, insightfully.

 

“Well he needs to eat his own fucking food,” Stefan complained. “How the fuck am I supposed to gain anything if he keeps coming in here and stealing my food!”

 

The bullied boy looked down at his own corpulent belly. He felt so small and hungry compared to the gigantic counsellor.

 

“What I don’t get is why he feels like he’s gotta treat us like that when he’s already so popular online. Don’t his hundred thousand subscribers feed his ego enough?”

 

“Hundred fifty thousand.” Simon corrected.

 

The discussion about Shawn continued for the next thirty minutes or so, until the boys naturally began to fall asleep. They had to be up in less than five hours for the opening day weigh in.

 

They were already twenty minutes late when Jake came banging on the cabin door demanding to know why they weren’t already in the food hall waiting to be measured. It was Shawn’s responsibility as cabin counsellor to wake them and get them ready in time. He was of course nowhere to be seen.




13.

One hundred and eighty five fat young American boys were gathered in the dining hall. Everyone of them stripped down to his underwear. The constant hum of rumbling tummies was muted by the excited chattering voices. Who had gained the most since last year? Who was the biggest boy here? Who had the roundest gut? Who had the biggest waist? Who was the kid in the eyeliner and bright yellow y-fronts? The one with the ironic wallet chain? Who had the best chance of being crowned king this year? When would this be over so that they could finally get some breakfast?

 

As had been the case for the last twelve years the weigh-in ceremony was conducted by Gary, aided by the ever helpful Jim. The four boys from cabin six had the following statistics.

 

‘Tiny’ Tony Holmes: 342 lbs, belly circumference 62 inches.

 

Simon LeFont: 267 lbs, belly circumference 54 inches.

 

Stefan Stevens: 312 lbs, belly circumference 56 inches.

 

Ben Bigby: 448 lbs, belly circumference 76 inches.

 

Simon was very happy with his stats, especially his belly measurement, which really showed just how rounded out his pot belly was. As impressed as he was with the size of some of the other boys he quite rightly felt that had nothing to be ashamed of. He knew he was short, so was never going to be the heaviest, but by damn he had a chance of becoming the roundest in relation to his height. He was so looking forward to becoming a human beach ball. He was determined to have the biggest, roundest belly in the world!

 

Simon didn’t pay a lot of attention to all of the other camper’s measurements being read out, there were so many of them that he would never have remembered them all anyway. One name he did notice was that of Oliver Twitch: 323 lbs, belly circumference 82 inches, though he didn’t focus on his statistics He didn’t see the boy who he had inadvertently caused to be evicted from cabin six either, he was too busy asking Stefan when breakfast was. Had he noticed him then he would most certainly have noticed that Oliver Twitch was six foot eight around the middle but only five feet tall. He also wore a very stretched Greed Day t-shirt. The same one that Simon had. Ironically, of course.

 

“Poor Oliver,” Simon mumbled to himself under his breath.




14.

As soon as the last of the campers left the hall, Shawn, Jake, and three other counsellors came in wearing only their underwear. Shawn’s boxers were stained, torn, and bulging at the front. His eyes had dark heavy rings around them and the skin on his bloated face was a sickly white colour. His heavily bloated belly lurched out in front of him. Now that he had no other clothes on it was clear that it hung almost half way down to his knees. His lower belly fat was starting to look creased and crumpled as it hung softly down, covered in a maze of stretch marks and short brown hairs. The top of his fat dome was smoother, firmer, and stretched out. He had clearly been up all night eating like an elephant.

 

Jake didn’t look too dissimilar. His curly hair was dishevelled. His briefs had clear skid and cum marks at the back and were fraying from where he had been constantly saving them from being uncomfortably eaten by his deep ass crack whenever he walked. His belly was also hugely swollen. He cupped it in his right hand in an effort to remove some of the weight from his aching back. Due to his natural tan his stretch marks were not as visible as Shawn’s but they were still present. Especially over his thick love handles that bulged out over both sides of his briefs. Both of his nipples were erect and sat perk up on his massively bloated breasts that bounced with every step to the extent that anyone watching him might be afraid that they could actually fall down the side of his massively distended belly. Jake’s stomach ached interminably. His whole system was being so overworked that he thought that his appendix was about to burst. He knew that it was his own fault though. It was him who had first come up with the idea. 12,960 calories.

 

“Hey Gary, We want to be weighed and measured!” Shawn yelled.

 

“We don’t weigh-in counsellors. You should all know that.”

 

“Please Gary,” Jake said, “We just wanna have a competition between the five of us. What’s the harm in that?”

 

“The harm is that you might just spend more time focusing on trying to out eat each other than doing any work.”

 

“And what exactly would the problem with that be?” Shawn asked.

 

“Er…that you don’t work!” Gary answered with exasperation.

 

“I thought this place was about allowing us to be whoever we wanted to be? Allowing us to grow into whoever we want to be?”

 

“It is.. for the kids. For the customers!”

 

“Well I was one of those kids. I was your best ever customer, and I grew into who I wanted to be. This is me! This is the person you created. And I want to get fatter, and I want to do it with my friends! And now here you are denying me that right, as an American!”

 

“He’s got a point, Gary.” Jim said.

 

“Whose side are you on?” Gary asked him with annoyance.

 

“I guess the side of those who want to gain,” Jim was clearly choosing his words very carefully, “Shawn’s correct, the right to overeat is exactly what we’re about. I can’t see what harm a bit of friendly competition between employees could do?”

 

As if to emphasise his point, Jim removed his t-shirt, allowing his own over ripe belly to hang out, and pulled off his jeans, ready to be weighed.

 

“I’m in!” He said.

 

Now totally outnumbered, Gary was forced to relent. He still, though, made a snidey comment about how he hoped no one had eaten anything before the weigh-in as this was strictly against camp rules. Jake and Shawn laughed as they blatantly tried to wipe away the smears of chocolate ice cream around their mouths with the back of their hands.

 

Jake Joseph Jackson: 372 lbs, belly circumference 70 inches.

 

Shawn Stringer: 483 lbs, belly circumference 92 inches.

 

The stats of the other fatties and Jim were not worth noting as they had no chance in a competition against two guys like Shawn and Jake. They were just making up the numbers.

 

“I’m gonna gain even more than the last time I was here!” Shawn boasted.

 

“Man, that will make you almost 600 lbs!” Jake was in awe just at the idea of being that big.

 

“I’m gonna be the fattest guy here, ever!” Shawn proclaimed.

 

Shawn never mentioned his name, but he had long since decided that his first goal was to be fatter than David Dolittle. If his memory was correct this meant that he needed to be at least 540.

 

“You’re not in competition with any of the campers, Shawn,” Gary attempted to remind him, “You’re twenty years old.”

 

“Of course I’m in the fucking competition. I am the fucking competition!” He barked back. “I need to out eat every fucker! There’s no way I’m letting any of those chubby little shits gain more than me!”

 

Little did Shawn know that as he spoke ‘Tiny’ Tony Holmes, Stefan Stevens, and the mammoth Ben Bigby were just digging into the first of their scheduled fifty six 10,000 calorie breakfasts of the summer.

 

This was exactly the sort of thing that Gary was worried about. There was just no getting through to Shawn. He would never be able to understand that you had to allow a customer to win.




15.

Simon’s eyes bulged so wide that they almost popped out of his head. He had never seen so much food in all of his short greedy life. His beautiful pot belly howled with hunger as he scanned the humongous buffet selection. He so wanted to taste it all but was wracked with indecision. Just the drink options alone were enough to blow his mind. Should he take the chocolate milk, strawberry milk, or banana milk? Should he add extra cream to it? Or should he just take a two pint glass of orange juice and spoon huge lumps of extra sugar into it like he had just seen a fat fourteen year old do? Then there were the breads, pastries, and pancakes. The sliced meats. The fried and scrambled eggs. The salmon or the white fish? The cereals or the energy bars? He felt a friendly hand land on his shoulder. It was Tony.

 

“If you stand here any longer, emo, then you might just waste away!”

 

“I just don’t know where to begin,” he said honestly.

 

“Here’s a tip for you. Just take anything and eat as much of it as humanly possible. Then come back for some more!”

 

Simon smiled at his new friend and loaded three plates sky high.

 

“I’d take four,” he said ironically, as he balanced one of the plates on the lip of his empty morning sticky out belly, precariously holding it in place with his right forearm, “But I don’t have enough hands!”




16.

The first of the billboards went up just outside Beloit, Wisconsin. Karen Vokowski and Sharon McPudgel pulled their old Volvo station wagon up on the verge and climbed out of the car to admire it.

 

“He’s such a beautiful specimen of a boy, isn’t he?” Sharon said, seeking confirmation from her friend and colleague.

 

“He certainly has a look about him.”

 

Shawn was wearing a wide smile that pushed his puffed up chubby cheeks out. His face was soft and round with a deeply thick double chin that seemed to spread all the way around his fat face and up to his ears. His satisfied eyes were looking intently into his own reflection. Or to be more accurate the reflection of his eyes were satisfyingly looking back at him. The photo chosen was actually taken from a position behind Shawn, but slightly to the left hand side, he was admiring himself in a full length mirror. This had the benefit of allowing the viewer to observe both the back and front of Shawn within a 2D image.

 

The back of Shawn’s head contained a thick fat roll that sat just below his hairline. A fat roll that he rarely saw and was hence kind of unaware of. The roll folded down into his wide neck like rolling sand dunes on the edge of an ever expanding desert. His broad soft shoulders were loaded with inches of plush fat. Squashed under them and trapped between the thick circumference of two globular biceps, his back moobs were large and heavy. They folded themselves down and formed a crease just below where his shoulders blades would have been visible almost 300 lbs ago. The rest of his back fat was growing into a back belly, not as spherical as his actual belly but still thickly layered with inches of chunky adipose that hung low and heavy over his sides and the back of his too tight boxers. This muffin top appeared to be at least six inches thick all the way around, his huge love handles were too thick to be grabbed by a single human hand. This fact was evidenced by Shawn himself pulling at his right side, tightly gripping a fistful of side fat as he attempted to lift a portion of his own heavy weight.

 

The ridge of his massive ass crack was visible above the top of his straining boxers which were desperately struggling to contain the bulbous twin mountains that was his massively succulent ass. The boxer shorts rode up, in particular, on the left side, and inches of circular buttock fat stuck proudly out below them. Little white ass hairs were clearly visible. Under this fat bulge, his tree trunk like thighs grew down into his stump like calves. His feet were so overly bloated that an entire inch of fat had globulated around the back of each heel.

 

From his reflection in the mirror you could see that his toes were swollen so big that they were becoming crushed together as he body searched for every single place possible to store even more fat. A soft pad of fat had formed on the top of both of his feet. This was at least an inch thick and looked like someone had placed a pillow under the skin where his  bones should be. These ridiculously fat feet melted into two hugely swollen cankles. Tight sock lines, red and raw, demonstrated where they had been unavoidably digging into his fat. Circular fat that hung an inch out over the top of each cankle, building up into the fattest shins and calves that you could imagine. His knees were more fat than joint. They were also red and somehow seemed to be even more swollen than the rest of his legs. Then came the belly. The glorious, ballooned, low hanging, round, globular belly. It was clearly packed to bursting. Not inches, but feet of luxurious lush fat was piled around his waist and abdomen. It burst out of his lower chest like a blue whale breaching the surface. His belly button was a wide black hole, tantalising the viewer to stick a finger in it, in order to see just how deep it was. Above the belly was another thick thick layer of fat. This extra tire folded itself around his entire midriff even when he was standing. It seemed to roll over on itself, like a wave of fat crashing into the rising beach of his belly. Above this layer his two mountainous tits rose into view. They were as soft as velvet, ripe and prime for suckling. They were as fat as the rest of him and sat proudly atop the boy mountain. Round and shiny like two planets twinkling in the night sky ready to be plundered in order to feed the Surplus youth.

 

“I’m glad you like it,” Karen said.

 

“It’s definitely the best photo I took,” Sharon commented.

 

“Good job, cos next week there’s going to be five thousand of them up across the country.”

 

They took one last look up at Shawn’s image. All 672 square feet of it. The ASDAH logo was clearly printed in the top right corner and the tagline had been written in bright red capitalised bold font at the bottom.

 

BIG IS BEAUTIFUL. BIG IS HEALTHY.

 

As they climbed back into the Volvo Karen could be heard to comment, “I wouldn’t be surprised if this gives Steve Stringer a heart attack.”





17.

Gary gulped down his third scotch and decanted himself another. He paced up and down his office three times before settling down in the brown leather chair at his desk. He drummed his fingers on the oak, d-rum, d-rum, d-rum, mumbled under his breath, before rising and going to stare out of the window. Jim, who was standing by the door, went to speak but Gary hushed him. He looked over at the staff accommodation unit, at the shadows of the rotund young men inside. They appeared to be drinking and playing cards. He shook his head, mumbled something else incomprehensible and went back to pour himself another drink.

 

This time Jim spoke.

 

“You want to be careful with that, Gary. You don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”

 

Gary, eyed him, cracked some ice into his self-measured single and went back to the desk.

 

“I’m more concerned with their drinking,” he said.

 

“Oh come on now. Counsellors have always had a drink in the evening. They’re young guys. They need to let off steam and have fun as well.”

 

“They never drank this often before. It’s his influence I tell you. He’s a bad influence on the whole camp.”

 

“I don’t get why you’ve taken against him so quickly? He’s only been here a week. He’s young, he’s immature, ill disciplined even, but the kids love him. You’ve seen how they look up to him. Hell, you were as proud of him as the rest of us. The way he took care of David? How well he ate? I don’t get why you’re not prepared to give him a break?”

 

“He’s different now. He’s not the same kid who came here three years ago. He’s changed, and not for the better. He’s up to something, I can sense it.”

 

Gary was once more looking out of the window. The shadows were moving around more. One of them appeared to be removing some clothing. The light in the staff accommodation became temporarily eclipsed, silhouetting a huge round beer belly. The laughter was audible.

 

“They’re just having fun. I thought you were concerned that the other counsellors didn’t like him? Now you seem to worry that they do like him? Forgive me, but it feels like, in your eyes, he can’t do right for doing wrong.”

 

Gary thought about this for a moment.

 

“When Bjorn first called to tell me that Shawn would be coming here to work I had a sinking feeling in my gut and it’s never left. He spoke about his ‘natural leadership skills that needed refining’ but I’m not so sure. I don’t agree that Shawn’s a leader. Leaders listen and communicate, they take advice and consider all the options. Shawn’s just ignorant and too arrogant to realise it. He doesn’t see his own flaws and never thinks about the needs of the other boys. I don’t think that he really understands the purpose of what we do here. I don’t even think he’s a libertarian.”

 

“Listen to yourself. Your expectations are too high. He’s not even twenty one yet, of course he lacks certain man management skills. This is his first ever job.”

 

“I don’t trust him, he’s dangerous.”

 

“That’s the whiskey talking. Listen to yourself, you're being melodramatic.”

 

“Am I?”

 

“Yes. I’m sure he’ll calm down when the twins get here. They’ve always had a positive effect on him.”

 

“Are you serious? You know they broke up right? Hormonal-homo-relationship-drama is the last thing we need going on around here! I’m almost starting to wish that Bjorn had never bought into the camp. All he’s doing is dumping his children’s problems on us.”

 

Their voices were rising now.

 

“Now I know you’re drunk! Bjorn’s money is the only reason this camp is still operating! Steve, Henry, and Shawn are some of our best ever campers! Hell, Shawn is personally responsible for the uptake in bookings. I’m starting to think that you’ve got this completely ass-backwards!”

 

“You’re a gullible fool, Jim! Don’t let that belly fool you. He’s dangerous and we’re going to regret the day we ever let him come back here!”

 

“Well, that’s out of both mine and your control, so I suggest that you fix your own attitude before lashing out at our best ever camper and focus on how you can help him to help the campers, rather than wallowing in whiskey and self-pity! You’re the one abdicating responsibility here. If Shawn Stringer really is the monster that you seem to perceive him to be then he’s a monster that we helped to create. That makes him our responsibility just as much as Bjorn Bunterssons, and your negative attitude will only make his behaviour worse! He saved this camp and he needs your support, Gary. Not your suspicion or envy!”

 

“Save the camp? He’s more likely to destroy it. He doesn’t care about this camp and he doesn’t care about the campers. He thinks only of himself. He doesn’t see the bigger picture. I promise you. I’ve met boys like him before. We’ve been here before.”

 

“Look, if it makes you any happier, I’ll make him my assistant. I’ll get him doing basic admin tasks and I’ll take responsibility for him?”

 

“On your head be it!”




18.

Jake, Shawn, and two other counsellors were sat around a circular table in their staff accommodation. There was a giant bowl in the centre of the table containing five hundred spicy wings for them to snack on while they drank and played strip poker. All four of them were wasted and what seemed like hundreds of empty beer cans littered the table, empty chairs, and floor. It was unclear if they had all been consumed that evening or just left from a previous night. The accommodation was a pig sty.

 

The young men snorted and grunted as Counsellor Carl tried desperately to remove a sock. At first he’d tried to bend and lift his leg up onto his lap but that had proven a hopeless task as his splaying belly was clearly preventing him from leaning forward to reach his swollen foot. When he went to stand, he almost lost his balance from drink and lurched forward into the table knocking both of his beers over. The other pigs laughed as he wobbled about trying to reach down to his foot. He hadn’t been able to touch his toes since he was in elementary school so what made him think he could do it now only he knew. Eventually he purposefully let his weight pull him to the floor where he managed to lie on his side and bend his knee far enough up that he could just reach past his impressive beer belly in order to begin pulling at the end of the sock. He groaned as he stretched his thick arms out. It took eight tugs in total to remove the sock fully from the foot. The other pigs cheered and helped themselves to wings and huge gulps of beer to celebrate his success. He lolled himself over onto his back and with great effort was able to just about lean far enough forward to create the momentum  required to allow himself to lift his heavy frame from the floor. He huffed and puffed as he did so and for reasons known only to him removed his t-shirt. The sight of his beer belly hanging wide and low caused the other pigs to cheer again. They bashed their beer cans together and took long enjoyable belly swelling sups.

 

Twenty minutes later Counsellor Carl was drunkenly banging on Gary’s office door. He fell naked through it as it opened, staggered forward, lifted his arms in the air and declared;

 

“I am Emperor Silenus of the Surplus Moon and the Great God Dionysus requests your presence in staff accommodation so that you may partake in the orgy along with himself and the other daimons!” 

 

He had lost the game and the bet. Jim was angrily ordered to remove him immediately. Gary poured himself another self-measured double.




19.

Simon and Tony sat themselves down at a small table by a window in the new restaurant. It was lunchtime on the first full day of camp and both boys were determined to make the most of the extra service that their parents had paid for by swelling their bellies full of luxury food in preparation for the opening feast that evening. Simon was wearing a skin tight XL slim fit Fill Out Boy t-shirt that hugged his soft breasts and failed to cover the bottom third of his circular pot belly, all of which popped out when he sat down, turning his t-shirt into a girly crop top. He also had a pair of black skinny jeans on that he couldn’t pull up over his bulging ass, exposing his Simpsons donut boxer shorts to anyone who walked behind him. Both boys were intently studying the extensive menu when Shawn thundered over and begrudgingly told them that he would be their server today.

 

They both ordered full fat cokes and a loaf of bread to share while they decided what to have for a starter. Shawn soon returned with the drinks and a large loaf of white unevenly cut down the middle. He gave the larger half to Simon and then swore out loud because he had forgotten the butter. He stomped back to the kitchen.

 

“No starter for me,” The ironically podgy emo said. Both Shawn and Tony looked at him completely gone out. 

 

“I’m gonna go to town on the mains!” He added. Shawn sighed a sigh of relief.

 

“I want the fresh lobster. Do I get to choose which ones myself?”

 

Shawn grunted and pointed at the new lobster tank at the other end of the restaurant.

 

“Oh, goodie!”

 

Simon stood quickly up, allowing Shawn a good look at his bare dome-shaped belly and succulent ass before quickly walking over to the tank. Shawn wolf-whistled loudly before groaning at having to walk to the other end of the room.

 

“I’ll have those three!” Simon pointed at the largest and most succulent lobsters in the tank.

 

“Good choice, Sir,” Shawn said with joyful irony, not so secretly pleased by the sexy young emo’s appetite.

 

Simon hurried back to his table so he didn’t see Shawn remove the largest five lobsters from the tank.

 

Shawn returned from the kitchen once more in order to take the rest of the order. Simon also ordered the swordfish and the beef, staying true to his word about going to town on the mains. Tony for his part also decided on the beef along with two side portions of Dauphinoise potatoes and the dozen sliders that Shawn had finished off with such ease during the previous week.

 

They were both surprised to see Shawn back at the table and smiling within only a couple of minutes. He had with him a silver tray containing two starters.

 

“I couldn’t in good conscience let you both go without a little appetiser,” he said. “It just wouldn’t be in the spirit of fat camp! These are on the house.”

 

“Oh, thank you!” Simon squealed, as Shawn presented him with a sharing platter of deep fried garlic mushrooms and chicken wings. To Tony Holmes he handed a bowl of watery looking vegetable soup.

 

“See, he’s not so bad!” Simon commented to Tony, with a look of glee in his eyes as he dipped the first crusty mushroom into the thick creamy garlic sauce.

 

“You reckon so?” Tony retorted as he pushed the weak looking soup away from him.

 

“It’s not his fault he got you something you don’t like. Here, I’ll have it and put the empty dish back in front of you. Then you won’t have to feel bad for not eating it?”

 

“Do what you want,” was all Tony said.

 

Simon took the bowl of soup up to his mouth and drained its contents in one go. It was tasteless but warming and settled nicely in the bottom of his ball belly. Shawn was right, starters were a good idea. He placed the bowl back in front of Tony and quickly started digging into the wings.

 

By the time the main courses came Simon’s eating mood was in full flow. So much so that he didn’t even notice when Shawn handed him four lobsters instead of three. On the other side of the table Tony was looking more and more grumpy. He very much did notice when he only received eight sliders instead of the dozen listed on the menu.

 

“I wonder what happened to the other four?” He said sarcastically whilst looking at Shawn’s gigantic ass as it wobbled away from the table.

 

He also complained bitterly to Simon when he received a considerably smaller portion of beef than his pudgy emo friend and continued whinging to the younger glutton who was busy greedily tucking into his swordfish.

 

“If you’re not happy then you need to say something. Don't just whine about it to me.” Simon said.

 

“What would be the point in that? He’ll probably just spit or piss in my food. If he hasn’t already!?” He added.

 

Simon didn’t respond to the last comment. He was tired of Tony’s constant complaining and was distracted by how wonderful his belly felt. Simon’s face was actively glowing from the warm, lush, sensual feeling that was moving around in his expanded gut. He poked at it with a finger and undid his ironic studded leather belt that had badly begun to dig into the underside of his dome. For one of the first times in recent years his greedy belly was feeling totally satiated and he began to wonder how he would ever manage to consume the inevitable feast that was awaiting him in the evening when Shawn returned to clear the empty plates and declared that the desert was, “All you can eat and help yourself.”

 

Shawn looked directly at Simon as he said this and Simon held eye contact with him for a few seconds too long, without meaning to.

 

“If you’re not too full already?” Shawn asked the cute emo, teasingly.

 

“Of course not!” Simon declared loudly whilst his painfully swollen stomach ached horrendously.

 

“Good boy,” Shawn said with a wicked smile. “You stay there. I’ll go fetch it for you.”

 

Tony eyed Shawn with obvious displeasure verging on outright anger.

 

“You can get your own fucking desert, Tiny.” Shawn told him.

 

Shawn provided Simon with four extra large bowls of ice cream smothered in whipped cream, sprinkles, chocolate sauce, small candies, and maple syrup. He really wanted to test his new favourite. Simon did well and managed to consume the lot even though he had long passed the point of extremely unpleasant physical pain. His brain was screaming at him to stop but he so wanted to impress the older boy. This was fat camp afterall? Maybe eating to this extreme was the norm? He did a couple of sick-ups half way through the third bowl but somehow found a new wind and slushed and slurped the remainder down into his howling belly. Tony had a small bowl of plain vanilla. He told a surprised Simon that he no longer felt hungry.

 

As they left the restaurant Tony’s stomach rumbled audibly while Simon held his mightily expanded heavy circular pot belly in both hands. He cradled it like a newborn baby and hoped that the pain in his lower back would soon subside. He looked up at Tony who had a face like thunder.

 

“Are you not proud of how much I ate? I did well for a newb, right?”

 

Tony looked down at Simon’s impressively distended gut. He looked pregnant. He’d forgotten how young and green his new friend was.

 

“Oh man, I’m sorry. Yeah, you did awesome.”

 

“What’s the matter then? Why didn’t you eat so much?” He asked innocently.

 

“Nothing to do with you. Don’t worry about it. You’re not the problem.”

 

“Hey wait! You forgot something!”

 

Shawn was waving at them from the restaurant door. They stopped and waited for him to catch up. When he did he tenderly stroked Simon’s food baby and kissed him on the cheek. Simon blushed.

 

“I forgot to say well done and to give you some advice..”

 

“Yeah, what’s that?” Simon asked with keen interest.

 

“If any of the other boys want to fart in your face let them!”

 

Tony rolled his eyes and Shawn waddled away laughing loudly to himself.

 

“Don’t worry,” Simon said. “I’m used to gay attention. I can handle him.”




20.

Back at cabin six Tony was still fuming. He spent almost an hour retelling what had happened at the restaurant to Bigby and Stefan who had themselves just returned from pigging out in the dining hall. They munched on snacks and listened intently while Simon lay on his bunk, half in a day dream, rubbing his hugely distended pot belly.

 

Shawn’s mistreatment of Tony went against everything that the camp stood for. Denying him correct portion sizes, feeding him vegetables. Who the fuck did Shawn think he was? His behaviour had only served to increase Tony’s dislike for him into pure hatred. Bigby and Stefan agreed that Shawn needed taking down. The only question they had was how? Tony, however, already had a plan. He had seen it done before. All he needed to do was out eat and out grow Shawn, even if just for one week. He needed to prove that Shawn wasn’t the all consuming face of youthful gluttony that the rest of America seemed to think he was. Just like Shawn gained more than David in order to take him down he would gain more than Shawn. He would humiliate him in front of all of his followers. They could film the weigh in and post it online. Tony wanted to ruin him.

 

Bigby and Stefan thought it was a good plan, if he could do it, which they doubted, but it sure sounded like fun anyway. They agreed to help Tony so long as he also helped them to attempt to gain more than Shawn. As a group they argued that they had a better chance of success. Team gluttony would win out over individual gluttony. The three agreed that they should put the plan into place as soon as possible, starting at the feast that evening.

 

As they were talking, Simon seemed to wake up from his daydream.

 

“What you guys planning?” He asked.

 

“We’re gonna gain more than Shawn!” Bigby answered.

 

“Oh cool! I’m in!” He said, while still rubbing his now slowly deflating belly as he digested and farted away his bloat.

 

Simon didn’t hate Shawn. In fact he hadn’t been paying attention to Tony’s continual complaints at all. He’d already had a belly full of that at lunch. He just wanted to grow the biggest belly in the world and in order to do that he needed to be able to eat more than Shawn Stringer could.

 

“What time’s the feast start tonight? I’m already getting hungry again.” He said.



21.

At first Shawn liked the idea of being Jim’s assistant. JIm had always been cool towards him and it got him out of having to serve in the restaurant, which he hated with a passion. How anyone expected him to be on his feet for two hours straight was beyond him. Yes, there had been ample food available for him to snack on, the lobster in particular was very good, however he had already been accused of theft by the chef whom he had immediately taken a dislike to. How the fuck can you steal from a place that supplies endless free food?

 

Being Jim’s assistant and doing administration was boring but at least he could sit down at a computer. He spent the first morning going through his socials and talking with Jeremy about how they could continue to upload content and build his online presence while he was at camp. He really didn’t want his income stream to drop, he had plans. He chatted with Harry from Yale and some of the guys at the University of Michigan Gainer Society. Harry was staying at an all inclusive resort in the US Virgin Isles and he was seeing some pretty damn impressive results. Shawn munched his way through the morning and was ready for lunch when Jim came in and ruined it.

 

Jim wanted him to accompany him on an inspection of the camp. The whole camp! He wanted him to walk around the whole camp! Not just the dining hall and restaurant but all the cabins, staff accommodation, and the lake. Walk around the entire fucking lake! He obviously refused outright, told JIm to go fuck himself, and went off to the dining hall to eat with the campers. There he helped himself to five plates of shrimp, six triple cheese burgers, two bowls of cake mix, Eton mess, and his favourite chocolate cheesecake. The emo boy Simon had joined him for dessert and had clearly been keen to impress him by matching his intake and keeping pace. Shawn left the dining hall a little early, feeling reasonably satisfied, as he noticed that his protege was full to the point of bursting. He knew that if he had eaten more than Simon would have copied and made himself sick. Shawn was keen to see the boy grow. His pot belly was swollen to hell and he had clearly gained an inch or two of fat around it, and the first week had only just started. Shawn headed back to the offices hoping desperately that Jake had hidden food in the reception.

 

When he entered the reception was empty. He looked around and wondered who it was that had deserted their post. He waddled over to the desk and opened the central drawer, by good fortune someone had stashed Butterfinger bars. Thanks Jake, he thought to himself as he slumped heavily down in the gamer chair and heard a crack. As he opened the first bar he noticed that the laptop in front of him had been left open and logged in - to a management account. With keen interest he perused the personnel files and went through the financial spreadsheets. He made copies of all income and expenditure for the previous five years and left twenty eight empty Butterfinger bars littering the desk. He waddled back to staff accommodation whistling a happy tune. Once there he had a massive wank before taking a pre-dinner nap. He would never have to do anything Jim asked him to again.




22.

The banquet started at exactly six pm and went on until ten. Four hours of eating. Gary had been feeling daunted by the anxiety that had built up inside him but was now thankfully starting to relax again. Shawn was nowhere to be seen. His place at the top table sat empty as did Jake’s. All of the campers were made to line up in age order as per the weigh-in and silently filed into the dining hall. Simon LeFont took notice of the empty chairs. Tony told him that was where Shawn was supposed to be sitting. Simon looked disappointed.

 

“Probably thinks he’s too special, too important to attend.” Tony muttered under his breath.

 

The entre was brought out and placed in front of each camper.

 

Calamari rings piled high, fifty or so on each plate, next to a large individual dipping bowl full of creamy aioli. The boys were ordered not to touch it. It was torture! The smell wafted up their piggy noses. One hundred and eighty five portly teens, restless and impatient. Saliva dripping from their lips. But they had to wait.

 

“They do this on purpose,” Tony said to Simon, “They tease us in order to build up our hunger.”

 

“Well there are twelve courses,” said Steffan with a broad smile, the anticipated pleasure clearly visible all over his fat young face.

 

Camp Leader Gary stood and clinked his spoon against his glass. The hall hushed immediately, the moment the feast could begin was drawing near.

 

“Welcome one and all. It’s great to see so many friendly and familiar … and fatter faces! And a very special welcome to all our new campers, I sincerely hope that you enjoy yourselves here at camp. Indulge freely in all that we have to offer. Camp is a positive and inclusive place where all are given the equal chance to succeed and meet their goals. Welcome one and all!”

 

There was a pause and a brief round of applause. A projector screen turned on behind Gary with the words ‘The Five Point Programme’ highlighted in bold at the top. There was another round of applause and even a few cheers. 

 

“Point one…” said Gary.

 

“EAT!!” Screamed Shawn.

 

He entered stage left, swaying heavily. He wore only a pair of 6XL boxer shorts that clung tightly to his enormous posterior. The front of his underwear was not visible as his ginormous belly now hung so low as to cover almost everything from his knees up. He carried a half empty bottle of Bollinger in his left hand, took a huge swig and burped loudly. One hundred and eighty five awed campers gasped audibly. Quite a few of them applauded. Simon included.

 

“What the fuck is he doing?” Tony asked.

 

“He said EAT!!!” Jake bellowed as he entered from stage right.

 

This time the experienced campers responded appropriately. “EAT!” The obscenely overweight teenagers repeated, loud and clear.

 

Gary was dumbfounded. He just stared at Shawn as Jake approached him and shoved him a few steps backwards. Shawn stepped forward so that he stood exactly front and centre.

 

“Point two” Shawn said “..EAT!”

 

Again the chant rang around the hall, this time all hundred eighty five young voices, including Simon’s joined in.

 

“EAT!

 

“Point three…EAT”

 

“EAT!”

 

“Point four… EAT”

 

“EAT!”

 

“Point five EAT”

 

“EAT!”

 

“EAT, EAT, EAT, EAT, EAT!”  Chanted Shawn.

 

“EAT, EAT, EAT, EAT, EAT!!!” Chanted one hundred and eighty five frenzied hungry teens.

 

This noise was deafening. Scores of fat, hungry, obsessed teens banged their cutlery on the table as they screamed. The sound was hypnotic.

 

Simon felt an emptiness in his stomach, a hunger pain that hurt his belly twice as bad as it had hurt after lunch. The saliva dripping from his fat lips now ran down onto his plate. He was mesmerised, almost hypnotised. He looked down at the pile of greasy deep fried squid rings, he had never wanted anything more in his life. Shawn raised his hand and silence once again fell on the dining hall.

 

He lowered it and bellowed at the top of his voice, a whole hot air balloon belly full of air blasted out.

 

“EAT!!!!!!”

 

Simon grabbed a greedy handful of the delicious calamari and rammed it into his mouth. He barely chewed. His hand was already grabbing a second massive portion, he drowned it in the dip, aioli smothered his hand. He looked like he was almost trying to swallow his fist as he gulped down the battered seafood and sucked the juicy sauce clean from his skin. In just over thirty seconds fifty calamari were gone.

 

He didn’t look up and the second course was presented to him. Pasta carbonara smothered in melted cheese. He grabbed his fork and started shovelling. The chicken course swiftly followed. Thirty spicy wings soaked in sweet and sour. Only when he went to pick up his napkin to wipe his sticky hands did he finally look up.

 

All the other boys were caught in the same trance, fixated by food and growing their already unsightly fat bodies. He had never seen so many people smile at the same time. The room was full of happiness and joy. To his surprise many of the boys were still on their second or third course. Bigby had also finished and flashed him a smile. Tony and Stefan were still working their way through the wings. Sweet and sour sauce leaked from their mouths as they grinned huge idiotic grins.

 

Shawn, Jake, and Gary, had left the stage. Gary went to sit back down in his place only for Jake to grab him and pull him out into the corridor. Shawn shut the door behind them.

 

Gary stood silently, seemingly looking into space.

 

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Jake asked.

 

“Ain’t you got nothing to say?” Shawn aggressively asked Gary. “Ain’t you gonna ask us why we did that? Stole your big moment?”

 

“I don’t care anymore.” Gary mumbled.

 

“Well that’s fucking lucky for you. Cos tomorrow you’re out of here!”

 

“What? Don’t be ridiculous!” Gary’s voice raised slightly but he still sounded utterly disillusioned.

 

“He’s right Gary, by this time tomorrow you’ll be far away from here. Shawn took the ceremony cos it’s him that the campers look up to, it’s him they admire. It’s him they want to be.”

 

“God help them,” Gary muttered.

 

“Fuck you! You fucking loser cunt!!” Shawn yelled. “You’re a pathetic shit sack of an excuse for a glutton. You must be nearly fifty fucking years old and you’re barely over 300 lbs! How the fuck do you expect to run a fat camp when you ain’t even that fucking fat!”

 

Gary looked down as his barrel shaped beer belly and murmured something under his breath.

 

“Speak up for yourself, at least!” Jake demanded of him. “At least show some fucking dignity!”

 

“Dignity?” He mumbled, “You boy’s wouldn’t know what that tasted like if it was spoon fed to you.”

 

“Fuck you!” Shawn screamed once more. “How fucking dare you speak to me like that! Don’t you know who the fuck I am!? I’m the president of two gainer societies, I’m the biggest gainer on YouTube, I’m the face of obesity in America, and…  I’m the fucking king of this camp!!”

 

“The face of what?” Gary asked with a sigh.

 

Jake took a scrunched up piece of A4 paper out of his pocket and showed it to Gary. He looked at it for barely a few seconds. He didn’t need to see an ASDAH endorsed image of Shawn’s humongous fat ass. It was right in front of him.

 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he muttered.

 

Jake handed him a full bottle of whiskey that he had stashed away earlier.

 

“That’s your leaving present.” Shawn taunted him. “Not that you fucking deserve one you pathetic piss bag.”

 

And with that Shawn and Jake returned to the dining hall. Shawn took Gary’s seat while Jake sat next to him. Both boys were presented with the first three courses that they had missed. Gary remained where he was, staring at the floor. A small tear forming on the edge of his right eye. He couldn’t figure out how Shawn had managed to lose him his job, he had no idea what he had done wrong, but he knew that it was true. Without fail, he was going to be fired in the morning.

 

The fourth course was venison. The fifth poached salmon with caviar. Simon had never eaten so much or so extravagantly, even compared to lunch this was gluttonous luxury. As the evening passed the pace of the feast and the serving naturally slowed as the greedy boys tired and started to feel full. No one stopped though, no one gave in. Courses were interrupted by laughter and jokes, toasts and boasts.

 

Nasty stinking farts started to let rip, but no one was embarrassed. Each loud “Ptoot!” was greeted with a cheer and a slap on the back for the fat deliverer. Abdominal adipose tissue shook and swayed with laughter, and gulps of delicious food and sweet liquids. Ass cheeks quivered and shook as masses of noxious gases were released to raptures of hysterical laughter. The feast went on for hours. Simon had never had such a riotous time. It was glorious and his belly felt awesome.

 

The last five courses were all desserts. By this time the smell in the room would have knocked out anyone freshly entering it, but the party goers didn’t care. They sucked down their forty ounce milkshakes, inhaled the cheesecake, destroyed the biscuits, suckled on the sorbet, and quaffed down the coffee and cakes. Bigby referred to this final course as pousse-café. Tony tried to help by saying that it was a digestif, but Simon was too full and too happy to care to listen. He swore that his belly had visibly swollen in front of him as the night continued, bragging to the others that it must be sticking out another inch.

 

His friends pleased him with their platitudes and congratulated him on becoming a proper fat fuck.

 

On their way out of the hall each camper was provided with a goody bag consisting of a pint of full fat milk and a packet or double chocolate cream oreos for supper in their cabins.

 

Once all of the boys had left the hall, Shawn and Jake ate another five courses each before fucking ferociously on the stage while Jeremy filmed them.




23.

Back at cabin six, Simon and the other boys wolfed down their cookies and milk and lay on their respective beds shirtless and breathless. Four fat bulbous stomachs breathed heavily up and down as their owners sighed in relief.

 

“Man I fucking love opening banquet night,” said Bigby, as he sneakily stuck a handful of M&M’s into his mouth.

 

Simon lay on his bed like this for a half hour or so, rubbing his ballooned pot belly all over. He heard snoring coming from Bigby and Tony’s bunks, both porkers had fallen asleep on their backs. Bigby’s belly went up and down with each breath like a balloon filling, releasing, and refilling with air. Simon looked over at Stefan who was awake, hands under his sheets smiling like a goon. Simon smiled at his new friend until he realised that Stefan was pitching a massive tent. He quickly diverted his eyes away and didn’t move them back. He didn’t want this gay to get the wrong idea.

 

The horn ran through Stefan’s soft bloated body from head to toe and back again. He looked at his round swollen belly, so satisfied and full. He looked at his new tubby emo friend who was suddenly pretending to be asleep. Dark dyed hair, straightened with a purple flash, deep green eyes, such soft chubby skin, such a beautiful starter belly. God, Stefan had never needed a wank so bad in his life. Thankfully for him, Oliver snuck in just at the right time.

 

“Stefan?” he whispered.

 

Stefan was awake and looked straight at him.

 

“Are you jacking it without me?”

 

“Yeah” sniggered Stefan.

 

“Don’t it bother you? With others being here?”

 

Stefan looked over at Simon. “Nah,” he said, “They’re all asleep.”

 

Simon heard Stefan remove his bed cover in order to expose himself to Oliver. He scrunched his eyes closed even tighter.

 

“I understand if you need to do it. Especially after a banquet like that, but I’d rather that you waited for me.”

 

“Of course babe, Come over here and join me.” Stefan whispered.

 

Simon couldn’t help himself. Despite his disgust he slightly opened one eye and squinted. Through the darkness he could just about make out a silhouette of a very short but unbelievably rotund boy struggling to climb onto Stefan’s bottom bunk. The boy was nothing but a ball of fat, a pure cannonball. He can’t possibly be wider than he is tall? Simon thought. But he was soon distracted from his concerns about Oliver’s belly size by the noises.

 

Stefan slowly tightened a grip around Oliver’s shaft and began to pull. The relief was immediate and Oliver groaned loudly while Simon was forced to listen to the horrible wet slapping sounds. Stefan asked Oliver to name everything that he had eaten in his own cabin after the banquet and Oliver began to pant and squeal as he listed not only the milk and cookies but also all of the sandwiches, snacks, candies, ice creams, cakes, and colas. Ate after the banquet? Simon thought, rubbing his own bursting stomach, How could anyone possibly have the capacity to eat anything after the banquet? Let alone all that lot? He eyed Oliver’s ballooned wobbling ball belly. It was heaving in and out with heavy breaths, at least twice as big as his own. He noticed Stefan's head moving up and down in Oliver’s crotch and saw the shadow of a hand reach out and over the planet sized arching ball of fat. A sense of jealousy began to rise in Simon. He wanted to be that fat. He wanted to eat that much. He wanted to feel that full. He wanted the roundest belly ever known to man. He wanted to be sucked off!

 

He continued to watch Oliver’s belly shake and even felt his own dick twitch when the spherical boy started burping, however his initial repulsion soon returned when he saw Stefan climb up over the giant ball of fat, sit on Oliver’s face and fart. He turned away in repulsion and Stefan looked over at him and laughed as the fat young lovers came violently. Simon felt disgusted at both them and himself. He had nothing against gays in general but gay sex repulsed him. The fact that it was the act of farting that brought the boys to climax made him heave. Stefan and Oliver’s boy milk exploded like boys stamping on cartons and covered both of them in each other’s warm sticky white water. Even worse, for Simon, was when he heard Stefan tell Oliver that he had to eat some of the cum or else he would never grow any fatter. He heard Oliver lick and swallow with an immensely satisfying sigh. Even worse than that though was the fact that Simon had felt a small amount of semen flow from the end of his own dick. He felt ashamed even though he knew it was just because he wanted to be as fat as Oliver and had nothing to do with being gay.

 

Stefan got up and turned on the light. He pretended to be surprised when he saw Simon look away from his cum stained belly and hard naked leaking cock.

 

“Sorry dude, I know you’re not into that shit. But at the end of the day you’re the one that took Oliver’s place in the cabin. You could always swap with him and go sleep in cabin five?”

 

Simon looked over at Oliver who he could now see clear as day. He had dyed black straightened hair with a pink streak in it. His eyeliner was smudged where Stefan’s sweaty ass had sat on it and he was somehow even fatter than he had appeared to be in the dark. His face was surprisingly lean as were his shoulders and chest, but his belly… His belly bulged up and out defying gravity. Simon had never seen a wall of fat so high. It shone like the sun and was shaped almost as a perfect circle. It was three times the size of his own. Simon fucking hated Oliver.

 

“No, I’m ok dude. I’ll stay here. I ain’t no homophobe. I can deal with it,” he said.




24.

“Hello Gary, What the fuck are you doing on the floor?” The belly had said.

 

Gary wiped some of the blood away from the cut on his forehead and blinked. A giant bear-like hand reached down to him and helped him to his feet. He rubbed a bit more blood out of his eyes and groaned.

 

“Oh, it’s you,” he said, “I thought you were…”

 

“Who did you think I was?” Bjorn Bunterson asked him.

 

“It doesn't matter.”

 

“I rather think it does. When a man is so drunk that he doesn’t know who he’s talking to then I consider that to be a bit of a problem. Especially if that man is in charge of minors and more importantly a very large investment that I’ve made.”

 

“Just get it over with.”

 

“Get what over with?”

 

“Firing me.”

 

“You think that’s what I’m here to do?”

 

“He called you didn’t he?”

 

“I don’t know who you mean, but yes, I received a call. More than one in fact. People are concerned about you. I’m concerned about you. Stories of constant drinking on the job, of unruly counsellors acting up and scaring the campers. And now I find you here, passed out on the floor. What do you think you’re doing?”

 

“It’s all him I tell you, it’s always been him. He’s responsible for all of this.”

 

“You sound like a paranoid fool, Gary. He’s a twenty year old boy. He’s a kid.”

 

“He’s a sociopath and he’ll be the end of us all.”

 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Gary! Can you really not cope with one wayward kid! I really thought you were better than this. I know Shawn can be a handful, I’ve had him living in my house. But he’s just a troubled kid, kicked out by his parents.”

 

“For such an educated man, you’re exceedingly fucking naive, Bjorn.”

 

“And you’re incredibly fucking stupid talking to me like that!”

 

“I’m fired?”

 

“You’re fucking fired! Get the fuck out of my camp!”

 

Gary lurched to the left as he tried to turn around. He grabbed at his head again and lumbered towards the door, as he half fell through it Shawn appeared on the other side. He was chewing and grinning widely. He held out a twinkie as a peace offering to Gary before quickly snatching it back, ripping off the wrapper and inhaling it into his mouth.

 

“That’s why I win,” he said. “I pretend to care about you, but I don’t. This is America and it’s all about me. I’m taking everything. I’m going to consume it all and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop me.”

 

He dug his fat hand into his pocket and pulled out three more twinkies. Gary just looked at him as he rammed them into his mouth and smiled like the Cheshire Cat. As Shawn swallowed, Gary stumbled away from him. He wasn’t his concern anymore. Shawn turned and waddled through the door into the office.

 

“Hi Bjorn, Great to see you! Shall we go get some lunch in the new restaurant? You’ve not eaten there yet, right? It’s awesome, you’re going to love it!”

 

“Soon Shawn, we need to have a good chat, but first I need to talk to Jim. Can you send for him to come here to me please?”

 

“Yeah sure, Big Daddio! Come meet me in the restaurant when you’re done. I would wait for you but I’m fucking ravished.”

 

“I wouldn’t expect anything else, Shawn.”




25.

Jim couldn’t believe that he was the new camp manager. He felt sorry for Gary but had also  been concerned about his recent behaviour and couldn’t really find any reason to disagree with his sacking, so when Bjorn offered him the post he agreed immediately. It was after all a significant pay increase. He had never really sought a position of authority but Bjorn had been very positive about his experience and credentials and was willing to put his faith in him. He was looking forward to easier days sitting in the office doing paperwork away from the stress of the campers and counsellors, and he would never have to serve dinner again.

 

It was three pm when Shawn entered his office looking extremely full after his long lunch with Bjorn.




26.

Word of Gary being kicked out spread around the camp like wildfire. Some of the older campers who had known him for several years jumped to his defence and many animated conversations started up about whether it was the right decision or not. Simon was generally disinterested in the subject. As a newbie he’d never really even met Gary, his only experience of him was the previous night when Shawn and Jake had bullied him off the stage. Hardly a positive experience. Simon was much more interested in the plan to out gain Shawn and was becoming irritable at the distraction from eating that Gary’s departure was causing. Full mouths shouldn’t talk so much was his new idiom.

 

Having grown frustrated at his camp mates who only seemed to want to chew the proverbial fat, he left the cabin by himself to go to the dinner hall. When he entered he was surprised at how empty it was. There were a few eager campers, like himself, scattered around filling their faces with pizzas and pies, but overall the hall was quiet. He helped himself to two large plates of thick creamy risotto, as a starter, and sat down.

 

“Mind if I join you?”

 

Simon looked up to see the belly three times the circumference of his leaning over the table. A stretched out Panic! At the Buffet t-shirt was struggling to contain it. Oliver placed his washing up bowl sized Knickerbocker Glory down on the table and let his fat ass fall down on the bench before Simon could answer.

 

“Oh hey,” was all that Simon could muster to say.

 

“Sorry, if we got off on the wrong foot last night.” Oliver said. “I know that seeing that probably wasn’t the best way to first meet someone. I really hope I didn’t offend you.”

 

“Nah, it’s fine.” Simon mumbled.

 

“I don’t blame you either for taking my place in the cabin. I know that wasn’t your doing. I asked Jake about it and he said that it was just a clerical error. I want us to be friends, it seems like we have quite a lot in common,” Oliver said, pointing at Simon’s stretched out New Found Gains t-shirt.

 

Simon looked up at Oliver’s jet black hair with the pink stripe. He looked so fucking ridiculous.

 

“It’s ironic,” he said.

 

“Oh,” said Oliver, with genuine surprise. “There's nothing ironic about that cute little starter belly that you’re rocking there.”

 

Cute little starter belly? Who the fuck does this prick think he is?

 

“Thanks,” Simon said.

 

Both boys fell silent and Simon filled the awkward pause by filling his mouth with risotto. Oliver followed his lead and began to tuck into his giant ice cream sundae. The sensation of their bellies filling caused both boys to perk up a bit.

 

“You already had your main then?” Simon asked.

 

“Oh no,” Oliver answered. “I always start with something sweet and highly calorific. I find that it helps the savoury starter to go down afterwards.”

 

“Smart,” Simon said.

 

“Between you and me, it also makes me feel naughty as hell. You know? Don’t eat anything sweet before your dinner or you’ll ruin your appetite!” Oliver laughed.

 

“My Mom says that to me all the time!” Simon pointed out in agreement. “It’s so fucking stupid! Do I look like I’ve ever failed to eat my dinner!”

 

Oliver laughed again. “Exactly! Eating in a way that I’m not supposed to is half the fun of gaining for me. That feeling of rebelling by doing exactly what you’re not supposed to gives me a full hard on!”

 

The mention of erections caused Simon to remember the previous night and how this gay had repulsed him. He remembered that he hated Oliver.

 

“Yeah, whatever,” he mumbled.

 

Oliver realised his faux pas and removed his eyes from Simon’s and resumed eating his ice cream.

 

The pair of fat emo’s sat in almost silence as they consumed six more plates each. When Oliver said that he’d eaten enough and needed to go lie down Simon was not only relieved but secretly overjoyed. Despite his obvious size advantage Oliver couldn’t eat as much in one go as Simon! Simon, who actually wanted at least one more plate felt obliged to say that he was also full as he really didn’t want this lunch to go on any longer.

 

As they left Simon thought about what a fake Oliver obviously was. He clearly just went for the emo look in order to try to pull boys. Oliver said goodbye and walked around the corner before stopping and waiting for Simon to leave. Simon headed back to his cabin. As soon as he was out of sight Oliver slipped back into the dinning hall in order to have the final three quarters of his lunch that he so desperately needed. What a pathetic wannabe that kid is, he thought. At least now I can tell Stefan that I tried.




27.

Shawn wobbled up to what Jim thought was his new desk, he took deep heavy breaths as he heaved his overloaded torso forwards. Secretly keen to impress each other, he and Bjorn had eaten a shit ton in the restaurant. Twenty five pounds of steak was currently blocking the entrance to his intestines causing all 12,000 calories worth of Byakuya to sit in his stomach gland longer than it needed to, badly bloating him up. He grunted in discomfort. Jim looked up at Shawn’s puffed out red face.

 

“How can I help you?” He asked.

 

“You can let me sit in my fucking chair. I feel like I’m gonna shit myself if I don’t sit down.”

 

Jim was bewildered. Not by Shawn’s swollen abdominal state which was to be expected, but by the phrase “my fucking chair”.

 

“Whose chair?” He dared to murmur.

 

“My fucking chair!” Shawn repeated with frustration as he slammed a paper down onto the desk in front of Jim.

 

“Erm, I think you’re er... mistaken. Bjorn clearly said that I was the new manager. I know that you’ve been helping me out a bit and I’m er… happy for you to help in a erm… assistant capacity…”

 

“That’s true, but only on paper.” Shawn said emphatically.

 

“What do you mean, only on paper? Who’s told you that?”

 

“It’s funny what’s true only on paper, ain’t it?” Shawn said pointing down at the paper that he’d just layed on the desk, which Jim had paid no attention to until now.

 

Jim picked up his own personnel file and began to read it.

 

“It’s funny how some things can be written on paper, yet in reality they seem to have no effect. Like, as if someone had purposefully chosen to ignore them?”

 

Jim stopped reading after the third line. He needed to go no further. He stood up and left the chair free for Shawn to sit in. Shawn slumped into it so hard that the lumber support cracked in two.

 

“Your first task as my new assistant is to buy me a new chair.” He said calmly.

 

“Yes, Sir,” Jim replied.

 

“And make sure it can support at least six hundred pounds. I’ve got a busy summer ahead of me.”





28.

The first week of camp was over, which meant that it was weigh-in day. Simon, Tony, Stefan, Bigby, and the dreaded Oliver were eagerly awaiting their results. All five boys had taken to camp like a pig to a trough and all were noticeably bigger. The one question that bothered them all, though, was whether or not any of them had come close to gaining more than Shawn during that first week. Their question would soon be answered as without Gary in the way to interfere anymore the counsellors were free to be weighed-in at the same time as the campers.

 

Jim took measurements and Shawn, as his assistant, read out the results. Tony was the first camper up from Cabin six.

 

‘“Tiny Holmes: 361 lbs, belly circumference 63 inches. A gain of 19 lbs and one inch.” Shawn said, much to Tony’s annoyance. “Not bad for a little squirt,” he added.

 

Shawn greeted Simon with a smile and a cheeky pat on the rump.

 

“Simon LeFont: 285 lbs, belly circumference 55 inches. A gain of 17 lbs and one inch.”

 

“Nice going, sexy. But, we’ll at least double these weekly figures before the end of the summer.” 

 

Simon smiled at his idol and told him that he couldn’t wait. Because he couldn’t. He needed to be fatter more than anything.

 

Stefan and Ben were up next;

 

“Stefan Stevens: 318 lbs, belly circumference 57 inches. A gain of 16 lbs and one inch.”

 

“Ben Bigby: 469 lbs, belly circumference 77 inches. A gain of 21 lbs and one inches.”

 

“That one’s impressively big,” Jim commented to Shawn, “He could soon be as big as you.” Shawn just frowned.

 

Oliver entered the stage and Simon couldn’t help himself but boo outloud. Stefan gave him a look of daggers and he quieted down.

 

“Oliver Twitch: 395 lbs, belly circumference n..n..98 inches. A gain of 26 lbs and three inches.”

 

Shawn hesitated as he spoke. He had noticed that this short kid was round, but it had never occurred to him that any of the campers might actually have a bigger belly than his! He struggled to hide his displeasure and Simon made a mental note of it. What a great ally to have, he thought.

 

After all the campers were weighed and measured it was time for the counsellors. Most of the kids had no interest in how much these old losers had gained and shuffled off to breakfast, unprepared to wait any longer to fill their ravishing bellies. All of cabin six plus Oliver stayed behind, keenly intent on hearing the results.

 

“Jake Joseph Jackson: 395 lbs, belly circumference 72 inches.” A gain of 23 lbs and two inches.”

 

Shawn put a heavy arm around his friend's fat shoulders as he read out his results. Oliver punched the air with glee, he had outgained Shawn’s friend. Not what they were aiming for but a positive sign non the less.

 

“Shawn Stringer: 515 lbs, belly circumference 95 inches. A gain of 33 lbs and three inches.”

 

It was Jake who read out Shawn’s stats whilst returning the more than friendly arm around the shoulder. Cabin six gasped. 33 lbs? In a week? It was almost inhuman! How on Earth were any of them ever going to beat someone who could gain like that?

 

They left for breakfast feeling distinctly disheartened.




29.

During his first full week in charge hardly any of the campers saw Shawn at all. He spent most of his time in the office dealing with paperwork and making phone calls. He had a constant stream of food brought in to him and although he was clearly spending a great deal of the day growing his gut he was also clearly working. Several friends came to see him and one or two of them moved into the camp with a smile and a handshake. Jim had grumbled to Jake about this, concerned about the cost of feeding several new corpulent visitors, but he didn’t dare say anything to Shawn. He also didn’t dare bring up the fact that Steve and Henry were due at the end of the week.

 

On the Thursday some contractors moved in and started working on an empty sleeping quarters that had been abandoned a few years earlier due to damp. Jim did bring up the cost of this to Shawn but he assured him that it was a personal effort that was being indirectly funded by some friends of his and that Bjorn didn’t need to know.

 

While all of this was going on behind the scenes the campers kept eating and growing. All of the customers at the camp were more than satisfied with their experience and unlike the preceding usurper, David Dolittle, Shawn made no effort to reduce the quality or quantity of the food available in order to line his own pockets. As far as the campers were concerned he was their fat God, for it was genuinely understood by every gluttonous boy at camp who was really running the place, and although they never saw him in person he was still uploading regular content for them to watch.

 

Through leading by example, Shawn was a very good encourager who was having a very positive effect on the campers waistlines. All apart from Ben Bigby, who unfortunately took ill on Wednesday night and was forced to return home while his bunkmates slept. All in all Shawn was proving Bjorn Bunterson correct, he did have real management and leadership potential after all.




30.

Simon had woken up early so decided to take himself to breakfast in the restaurant rather than disturb or wait for his friends to rise. It was only six am so he was shocked to see Shawn also in the restaurant. Shawn beckoned him to sit with him. Simon did so both gingerly and excitedly.

 

“It’s nice to see you, sexy” Shawn said to him with a smile.

 

“You too,” Simon responded, holding eye contact with his hero.

 

“I was too hungry to wait for the others,” he continued.

 

“Good boy,” Shawn said, “Don’t let those lazy bastards keep you away from your food!”

 

Simon looked down at his now larger pot belly and gave it a rub. Shawn leered at him as he did so.

 

“What you gonna order?” Shawn asked.

 

“Dunno, have you already ordered?”

 

“Of course!”

 

“Then I’ll have whatever you’re having!”

 

Shawn laughed. “Seriously? You think you can keep up with me?”

 

“I can damn well try! Can’t I?”

 

Shawn smiled sweetly and wished his newest crush good luck before calling over the yawning waiter and placing another order for twenty five pancakes with chicken and syrup. Simon tried not to look intimidated.

 

The thick steaming pancakes arrived dripping in grease and syrup. They were piled high on a single plate topped with what seemed like an entire fried chicken. Shawn was pleased to see the drool running from Simon’s mouth. He was going to nurture this one well. Both boys dug in deep and began to fill their empty morning bellies.

 

“It’s a shame about Bigby having to go home?” Simon said in between forkfuls.

 

“Who?” Shawn spat through a mouth stuffed with fluffy dissolving pancakes.

 

“Ben Bigby. The biggest guy in our cabin. He had to go home sick, apparently? Do you know what was wrong with him? It was quite a surprise. He seemed fine the day before.”

 

“No idea. I remember Jim telling me about that now, but I wasn’t really listening. He’s paid in full, so I don’t care.”

 

Simon was a little taken aback by the abruptness of Shawn’s comment but he was equally enthralled by the glutton king's complete lack of interest for anything or anyone that didn’t aid him in getting bigger. Simon wished that he could be that selfish. Imagine how fat he could be if he was that uncaring?

 

Simon finished his pancakes just a few minutes after Shawn. He once more rubbed his bulging pot belly, that was already contentedly full, and allowed Shawn to order the next course for them both. Ten grilled kippers with eggs, bacon, toast, and tomatoes were placed in front of them. Simon thanked the waiter.

 

Simon talked idly while they ate. He told Shawn about how he had always wanted the roundest pot belly possible and how he had tricked his Dad into paying for him to come to fat camp. Shawn listened with an unusual level of interest, that might have concerned a more aware person than Simon, who was overconfident in his ability to read other people’s intentions. Simon just about managed to finish the kippers as his howling belly ached and groaned under the strain of all the high fat food he had consumed. Shawn noticed that his sweet friend was sweating profusely and decided to tease him with the next order.

 

“We’ll get six large bowls each of Cap'n Crunch with two gallons of chocolate milk.” He said to the waiter.

 

Simon looked like he was about to be sick as he listened to the order.

 

“I’m sorry, but I just can’t. I thought I could, but I’ll never be able to...”

 

“Never be able to what?” Shawn asked.

 

“Gain more than you in a week. I’m beyond stuffed. I just can’t eat anymore!”

 

“Haha, you don’t have to eat if you can’t. Making yourself sick is a waste of calories. I would never condone that. It’s anti-gaining.”

 

Shawn turned to the waiter and asked him to just bring his six bowls and a gallon of milk.

 

“You wanted to gain more than me?” He asked quizzically. “Why?”

 

“It was Tony’s idea. He wanted us to get you in the same way that you got David Dolittle. But I see now that it’s never going to happen, and anyway I don’t hate you like he does.”

 

Shawn belly laughed, “That stupid little shit. Imagine Tiny thinking that he could out eat me!?” Shawn’s bulbous belly shook with laughter.

 

“I know. It was stupid of us. But there is one guy I definitely want to beat.”

 

“Oh, yeah? Who’s that?”

 

“Oliver Twitch, the other emo kid.”

 

“That short ass twat?”

 

“That’s him. But his belly is so fucking massive. It’s so unfair!”

 

Shawn looked Simon in the eye with what seemed like genuine concern.

 

“Well, I can help you with that!

 

“Really? How?”

 

Shawn stood up with a loud huff and moved himself around the table so that he was standing behind Simon. With a lot of effort he leaned forward so that he could reach around to the sides of Simon’s swollen pot belly and began to rub it. Simon could feel his fat fingers digging deep into his bloated underside. Shawn’s own gargantuan belly pushed into Simon’s back and he shivered as he felt the immensely obese gay glutton rub up against him. The relief in his belly was palpable.

 

“I’ll start with this,” Shawn said. “It aids digestion. Five minutes of this and you’ll be ready for the bathroom. Then when you come back there’ll be a big ol’ bowl of Cap’n Crunch waiting for you. I’ll get you fatter than that fake emo cunt, don’t you worry.”

 

“Oh, thank you,” Simon said as positively as he could while a chill ran down his spine.

 

Simon left the restaurant forty five minutes later with three huge bowls of sugar rich cereal settled deeply into his newly overstretched stomach. He couldn’t believe just how much bigger his capacity was compared to what he thought it had been. If only he’d known how to push himself like this over a week ago, he’d be so much fatter by now! His friends eyed his massively bloated early morning belly with envy as he stripped out of his The Get Fat Kids t-shirt. He dropped his shorts, with a newly busted fly, onto the cabin floor and waddled to the shower where he pulled himself off, joyfully slapping his young hard cock against the underside of his ball shaped belly until he came powerfully and sank to the floor. The repulsion that he’d felt by being touched by the pervert Shawn long forgotten due to the amazing feeling in his gluttonous gut.




31.

Jeremy was filming Shawn fucking Jake over the office desk when Henry and Steve walked in. The fabulously fat and beautiful twins showed no sign of surprise at the scene that they had seemingly interrupted. The floor was littered with tens of empty Dairy Queen wrappers, cartons, and boxes. They watched for a moment as their incredibly sexy fat ex-boyfriend humped the life out of their fat ex-vegan friend, before stripping down and joining in. They formed a daisy chain, or human centipede, of freakishly fat young gay men fucking furiously on the floor. Henry took his place at the front, with Jake entering him, and Steve his place at the back where he proceeded to almost literally fuck the shit out of Shawn’s thunderously fat and sweaty ass. The video climaxed with all four boys smiling like gimps while they ate their cream pies. It generated $38,000 on OnlyFans and a couple of other kink specific websites.

 

The boys were back in town.

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