1.

Almost two years had passed since Shawn had finished camp. That summer had been the best of his life. He had fallen in love for the first time and added 26 inches of fat to his belly. Before starting the camp he had no idea that he was into gaining or that it was even a thing. Now he was one of the best in the world.

 

In just under a couple of months he had gone from being a young 230 lb chub to being a massive 383 lbs and he loved every second of it, every delicious mouthful. And best of all his parents had completely disowned him because of it. He had returned home to them once, a few weeks after camp had finished, just to rub his glorious belly in their stupid fucking faces, and he hadn’t had any contact with them at all since that day. Fuck them. He didn’t miss them.

 

Continuing to gain at that extortionate rate had of course been impossible to do after leaving camp. This was just as the twins had warned him. In the outside world food had to be paid for and consuming as much as he had gotten used to proved prohibitively expensive even though he spent the first year after camp living with the twins and their kind father in Minnesota.

 

The Bunterson’s were a well-to-do family, Mr Bunterson was a human rights lawyer, and as such could afford a live-in maid to look after his house and kids. Daniela would prepare four huge meals a day for the boys, ensuring that all of them received the required amount of calories to maintain their massive frames. Mr Bunterson considered gaining to be a leisure activity. Shawn, Steve, and Henry still enjoyed filling their hugely ballooned bellies and on average between eight and nine thousand calories would pass between their greedy lips every day in order to remain at just under the 400 lb mark.

 

All three of them were as round as beach balls with a thick layer of fat covering every inch of their bodies. And how they loved each other’s bodies. They would, suck, rub, blow, and fuck each other after supper - when they were most full. Shawn lived a very contented life, while the three of them completed prep school, but he missed the competitive edge of gaining. He missed the thrill of overeating until he was in real abdominal pain. He missed eating in order to grow bigger than the others. He loved being obese. He loved the looks and comments that the three of them got in school, especially in the cafeteria, where they would fill their immense bellies with pizzas and burgers and everything crap. But he missed the public weigh-ins, he yearned for the acclaim of being the greediest boy in the world. At camp he had been crowned king. Now he was just a very fat prince.

 

Henry and Steve were academically brighter than Shawn, so when they all applied to Yale it was not a surprise when Shawn was rejected. He was never going to be in the Ivy League. He was University of Michigan. He begged the beloved twins to go there with him but their father was having none of it. If Shawn wanted him to pay for his tuition then he had to let Steve and Henry fulfil their potential and not hold them back. He agreed, but took it very personally. To sooth his pain Mr Bunterson agreed to buy him a full no-limits lunch hall pass that allowed him access to the all-you-can-eat cafeteria three times a day.

 

When he arrived in Ann Arbor, at the start of September, he felt very alone. Not wanting the risk of having to share with a straight guy Shawn got a private room and spent his free time surfing online. He would browse gay gainer websites and jack-off to videos of other fat guys eating and being fed while munching on snacks. He loved to feel his belly bounce, stuffed full of a monstrous amount of mac ‘n’ cheese, while he pulled on his thick cock. The lunch pass was serving him well and he slowly began to gain weight as he ate his loneliness away.

2.

He had been at college only a couple of weeks when the video appeared on his YouTube feed. He was shocked, repulsed, and yet somehow thrilled at the same time. Someone called Feeder420 had secretly filmed him in the lunch hall a couple of days previously. The video was twenty five minutes long. How had he not noticed? He watched himself eat three foot long chilli-dogs, two plates of yakiniku and sticky rice, a bowl of dumplings, and nine slices of pepperoni pizza. He watched his fat chipmunk cheeks puff out as he filled his greedy mouth with as much food as he could. He noticed how he smiled every time he swallowed another huge mouthful. He spotted how his eyes twinkled at the sight of every new plate piled high. He noticed how hard his dick was. Damn it, he was jerking to himself eating!

 

The video finished as he scratched at his straining underbelly and stood up to go and fetch desert. The secret filmer must have assumed that he was finished. What a fucking dumbass! He had completely missed the chocolate fudge cake and seven bowls of ice cream. 

 

Shawn scrolled through the comments; “Wow, what a sexy fat pig!” “What’s his name? I’d love to feed him!” “God, that boy can eat. Love it!” Shawn was impressed with how complementary everyone was being about him. Then he noticed that the video had 36,000 views. He was a YouTube star and he didn’t even know it.

 

Shawn was determined to find out who Feeder420 was. He was going to fucking kill the creepy-ass cunt. And then get him to make more videos for him.

3.

Shawn’s plan was simple: go to the lunch hall at exactly the same time every day, sit in the same place, and eat more than ever. That was bound to get the pervert’s attention. All he had to do was be more attentive himself and spot the guy on his phone pretending not to film him. He also made sure to wear old t-shirts that didn’t fit him. He loved showing off his fat in public anyway.

 

On the second day it worked. Shawn had waddled into the hall at exactly midday. His XXXL t-shirt clung to his moobs and was stretched skin tight over the top half of his already distended stomach. He had had a very large breakfast. His lower belly hung out in the fresh air as did his more than ample love handles. His overhang was immense as his bouncing gut stuck out almost a foot beyond the waist of his trousers. He spotted the drooling boy staring at him as soon as he waddled in.

 

He went straight to the counter, took a tray and loaded it with three plates, each containing three greasy double cheeseburgers. He filled two XL cups with full fat coke and sat his huge soft round ass down in his normal spot. The drooling boy sat opposite him holding his phone. It was so blatant. How the fuck had he not noticed before?

 

He considered confronting him immediately but the burgers smelt so good and afterall what was wrong with giving the guy a show? He hoovered down the nine buns and eighteen patties in record time and returned to the counter to refill. He went for the mac ‘n’ cheese, pasta was so wonderfully filling. He scooped a cheesy mountain on each plate and returned to his seat. The phone had followed him the whole time.

 

He started shovelling the heavy carbs down his gaping gullet. Each spoonful hardly touched the sides as three huge plate loads slid down his throat. It took barely five minutes for him to clear the lot. He took a massive slug of coke and burped loudly. Several people turned and stared at him. He heaved his bulk back to his feet and waddled back to the counter.

 

Another three plates followed, this time it was chilli-con-carne. Next up was the mandatory slices of pizza, twelve this time. Shawn was now feeling full, he patted his stomach and felt that it was rock hard below the thick fat. How he’d missed this feeling. The drooling boy was smiling insanely. He was clearly enjoying it as much as Shawn was. There was no way he was stopping yet.

 

One more main before dessert, he thought, and loaded his tray with a stupidly large amount of chicken teriyaki. It was so sweet and sticky. He felt his overloaded stomach ache and strain as he wondered just how many chickens he was consuming. As he finished the last bite he looked straight at the drooling boy and smiled widely. The boy blushed terribly but didn’t stop filming.

 

When Shawn stood up it was obvious that his belly was badly swollen. The skin on his fat sides was reddening from the pressure and he was clearly rocking a boner. He didn’t care. He was a true exhibitionist. The dinner lady gave him a look of disgust as he swiped the whole cheesecake designed for twelve. He drowned it in thick double cream and raspberry sauce before adding half a tub of sprinkles. He also refilled his cokes.

 

This was the most that he had eaten in one go since the final day of camp. It felt so good to once more be eating like a God. Almost everyone in the cafeteria was now watching him. Who was this food machine? Each bite of the sickly cheesecake filled him with almost orgasmic pleasure. He felt every dollop of it enter his already bursting stomach bag. He groaned with joy as his gut worked overtime to digest the monstrous feast. He’d not felt this much intestinal pain for so long. He knew that this had to be making him fatter. He felt that great sense of achievement, that he had so been missing, as he burped loudly before swallowing the last mouthful. He rubbed his massively swollen belly with pride and smiled straight down the camera lens.

 

He beckoned the drooling boy over to him, who approached nervously. He was tall and thin with greasy black hair. Relatively handsome with green eyes, a slightly crooked nose, and short stubble. His first attempt at growing a beard.

 

“Er.. hello,” he said.

 

“If you want to get more views then you need to help me up and come back to my room for the weigh-in,” Shawn had completely forgotten that he was supposed to be angry with this guy.

4.

Back in his dorm Shawn stripped to his boxers. The drooling boy walked around him as he undressed, zooming in on every inch of jiggling fat. Shawn asked him to help measure his belly. The boy leaned the phone against a book on the table so that it was pointing at Shawn. He wrapped the tape measure around the middle of Shawn’s belly with barely hidden glee. 70 inches. Shawn beamed. He was two inches bigger. He had gained weight for the first time in a year. The only question now was how much.

 

He stepped on the scales and had to get the drooling boy to read the numbers out for him. He had long since been unable to see down past his ballooned belly. 

 

“398 lbs” the drooling boy said with a wicked smile.

 

“YES!” Shawn was elated!

 

He raised his thick tree trunk arms into the air in celebration. This caused his entire gut to lift up into the air. It swelled up and out as if it was filling with hot air, ready for flight. Shawn had gained the famous freshman fifteen in his first two weeks at college. The drooling boy wrapped his arms around Shawn’s expanded waist and buried his face deep into the rising ball of fat. His arms were at least two feet too short to reach around Shawn’s circular centre.

 

Shawn felt the spit leaking into his deep navel. His dick twitched and he remembered that he was supposed to be punishing this guy. He pushed the skinny moron’s head down, forced his dick into his salivating mouth and pushed him up against the wall under the full power of his straining gut.

 

The drooling fool was completely trapped. His face was being crushed and pounded by Shawn’s thick succulent thighs. The full weight of his belly, which must have been at least 200 lbs, slammed into his forehead and pushed down on top of him. He felt like his neck would snap at any minute as Shawn broke his gag reflex and ejaculated gallons of fat laden cum straight down his throat.

 

“We’ll save that part of the video for my new OnlyFans,” Shawn said.

5.

Seven hundred miles away in New Haven Steve and Henry were fitting in well at Law School. Naturally smart and wonderfully good looking, the good humoured twins were quickly making friends with their fellow students and professors. They also had all-access lunch passes and although their intense fatness and love of food had drawn attention from their classmates it was just taken as being a personality quirk. There was after all something rather impressive about the perfectly circular identical boys who could eat fifteen burgers each for lunch and yet remain incredibly pleasing to look at.

 

Like Shawn they revelled in the all-you-can-eat nature of college dining and just like their boyfriend they both gained the freshman fifteen within a few weeks of term, without really trying. College life suited them well.

 

Steve knew though that Henry was worried about Shawn. They had only received a couple of WhatsApp messages from their boyfriend since they had been forced to go to separate universities. They knew that Shawn hated not getting his own way and had desperately wanted the three of them to go to college together. Henry had tried to appease him by pointing out that it would only be during term time and that they had the means to travel at weekends on occasion, but Shawn had still been grumpy as hell about the whole situation, to the point where he had risked their Dad withdrawing his offer to fund the ungrateful glutton’s tuition. Only Steve’s intervention had prevented this.

 

Henry and Steve had each other whereas Shawn was alone. They feared that he would also find it hard to make friends due to his downbeat mood and self-infatuation. They loved him terribly but both knew that an unhappy Shawn was not an easy person to like. Out of concern they filmed Snapchat’s of each other’s quivering arseholes letting rip nasty beer farts. Their hugely fat bulbous ass cheeks shook with the force of each release. Shawn would love that. But he never opened the app to see it.

 

Their worst, unspoken, fears were confirmed when they came across a video of him online face fucking some skinny runt after pigging out in public. They couldn’t believe that he had cheated on them and especially with a boy who was all bones. They had no idea what to do about it. So they did nothing. They just waited for him to contact them.

6.

Drooling boy’s real name turned out to be Jeremy. He was another rich kid who spent all of his hefty allowance on weed and buying take out for overweight guys online. Hailing from Virgina he had a slight southern twang when he spoke. He quickly agreed to be Shawn’s feeder and PR manager. He set up accounts for Shawn on all the main platforms, including Patreon and OnlyFans, in order to monetise his gluttony. He knew that Shawn’s USP was his ability to stuff inhuman amounts of food into his immense belly in one go. People would pay to see this and not only feeder kinksters like himself.

 

Shawn’s YouTube channel was called ‘King of Fat Camp’. It was the family friendly arm of his growing online presence. There was no sexual content or nudity apart from the odd tantalising glimpse of a protruding fat roll escaping from under a XXXXL t-shirt. Most of the videos were shot in the college dining hall and featured Shawn eating unending portions of a single food stuff. Mukbang videos were all the rage, but most of the people making them never managed to eat anywhere near the ridiculous amount of food laid out in front of them. Shawn did. He cleared sixteen plates of spaghetti bolognese and got over 100,000 views.

 

Photos of Shawn’s mind bending binges were shared on Instagram along with topless photos of his straining superchub gut and bloated man boobs. More risque photos and videos were shared on Tumblr where there were links to the paywall protected pornographic food play scenes.

 

His waist size continued to expand along with his bank account. By the start of the spring term he was making a couple of thousand dollars a month. Not a fortune but enough for a student who had his tuition, food, and accommodation prepaid by a generous benefactor. 

 

He couldn’t believe that he was being paid to do what he loved. Every extra dollar and every extra lb proved just how wrong his parents had been. Clean your room, work hard at school, go on a diet, stop being a slob, you’ll never amount to anything with that attitude. Out of date fucking morons. He was the American dream. God he loved his country, almost as much as he loved his gut.

 

He had no idea that the loves of his life were watching every second of it on their laptops in floods of tears. He hadn’t spoken to them in months.

7.

Gary rang Jim at 7am in a blind panic. He had spent all night going through the books trying to work out where the half a million had gone. He trawled through cabinets full of old receipts and invoices, logged into eight separate accounts, and spoke to three fund managers, one of them in Switzerland, before it dawned on him. She had simply taken it.

 

Without warning or notice Sharon had withdrawn David’s remaining stake in the camp and fled. He didn’t even bother trying to find her. He didn’t want anything to do with her. But now he was looking straight into a blackhole. If he couldn’t recoup the funds soon the camp would have to be liquidated.

 

He and Jim met at Wendy’s and frantically discussed the nightmare that they were facing while managing to chomp down on an extremely large breakfast selection. They already had 160 bookings for the upcoming season, a 28% increase on the same time last year. All predictions were pointing towards a record number of attendees. Half of these had paid in advance and that income had already been spent on maintenance. They were in deep shit.

 

“We could always ask Bunterson?” said Jim.

 

“Do you really think he would take the risk?”

 

“I don’t know, but he’s always been a huge supporter of the camp, it must be worth a try?”

 

“But we tried him last year. I thought that his boys would love to come back and work at the camp, but they were having none of it.”

 

“I think that was Shawn’s influence. I think the ‘W’ word scared that lard arse off!”

 

Gary frowned at Jim for this comment. Fatphobic language was prohibitively banned as well as extremely hypocritical.

 

“Look, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful towards our best ever camper, but he’s not exactly the hard working type is he?”

 

“None of our boys are,” said Gary firmly, “But you’re right about Bunterson, he has to be worth a try.”

8.

Shawn was twenty six slices in and he hadn’t even started to feel full. There was a crowd of thirty or so carefully orchastrated good looking students standing behind him, cheering him on, and double that amount stood behind the camera. He was at his normal place in the lunch hall and had seventy four slices to go.

 

Jeremy’s Centurian idea was genius. To turn a traditional frat boy drinking game into a fatboy eating competition, with only one competitor.This would easily be their most popular video to date.

 

Each slice tasted like heaven, and eating at this pace was an actual challenge for Shawn. One that he was relishing. He folded each large slice in half so as to be able to eat fast enough and chewed quickly.

 

At slice forty two he recognised the familiar sensation of his stomach growing larger to accommodate all of the carbs, he looked down at his belly as it stretched out in front of him. The huge ball of fat rested heavily on his thighs as he watched the top of his belly expand. A meditative pleasure washed over his beautifully bulky body as he swallowed slice fifty. Only half way there and it already felt incredible.

 

A femboy called Danni who Shawn had never met before was keeping count. Every number was greeted with a cheer from the crowd behind him and a tingling sensation in his balls. As he hit slice 70 he could feel the dough piling up in his chest as his stomach began to run out of capacity. He desperately wanted a huge sip of coke to wash the pizza down with but this had been declared against the rules. Instead he tried to cup his left breast with his fat hand in order to relieve some pressure, but his massively swollen tit was too big and heavy to do so. His chest had grown and expanded significantly since he had started college and he imagined the pizza magically turning into more lush fat cells in his marvellously bloated breasts without ever having to go through his digestive system. He was starting to believe that his whole body was just one big fat creating machine.

 

At slice 80 the pain was deliriously unbearable. A terrible cramp shot through the right hand side of his monstrous muffin top. Had Shawn even had a modicum of self-doubt he might have thought back to David Dolittle’s stomach wall bursting, but he didn't. He was Shawn Stringer, King of Fat Camp.

 

By the time he had consumed 90 slices he knew that he was going to win. His broad smile hid the pain that he was in from the attending crowd. They bayed for him to eat more and faster. He now weighed 420 lbs and his 73 inch gut was still growing. His ability to constantly consume everything presented to him had made him a wonder of Michigan and thanks to his online presence his fame was growing wider along with his frame.

 

He devoured the hundredth slice whole. Chewing was for losers. His bloated weather balloon belly was now a real breadbasket. He slapped it hard as he pushed his huge paunch away from the table in celebration. His whole abdomen felt stuffed to the brim. He was so full that he felt like the final slice of pizza would choke him, as it waited in turn to descend into his gut. It would take a good few hours for this feast to digest and he desperately needed someone to pull or suck on his dick while it did. He closed his eyes and dreamed of growing even fatter.

9.

Jeremy was thankfully a willing participant in Shawn’s sexual desires. He was on all fours licking at Shawn’s shaft, balls and inner thighs, stopping every so often to tell Shawn just how fat and beautiful he was.

 

“Look at your wonderful belly. You’re the fattest boy I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe there’s a hundred slices of pizza inside you right now. All digesting and turning into even more fat. You’re so fucking greedy and massive. I’m going to turn you into a 500 lb walking ball of lard.”

 

The mention of the magic 500 caused Shawn’s balls to erupt in a giant shower of jizz. He desperately needed to be that fat. What would Steve and Henry think of him then?

 

His phone rang. It was Henry. He looked at his mountainous swollen belly slowly moving up and down with each heavy breath. Jeremy’s cum covered face appeared from behind it. He wasn’t sure what to do.

10.

“Hey babe,...we’re er…sorry for not being in touch,” Henry wasn’t just nervous, he had instantly recognised the post-coital look on Shawn’s face.

 

Steve’s beautiful blonde face appeared on the screen, “Erm…are you alone?”

 

“Yes,” Shawn lied instinctively. Steve’s forehead fat crinkled in anger but he didn’t let it show in his voice.

 

“We want you to come and see us,” he said through gritted teeth.

 

Henry reappeared on the screen with him, “We’ve both missed you so much, we want to make everything right. Dad’s agreed to pay for your flights.”

 

“Please come,” Steve said, suddenly sounding more genuine. Despite the pain that the twins were feeling they both desperately wanted to see Shawn.

 

“Ok,” Shawn agreed. He wanted to show them how fat he was now.

11.

Shawn hadn’t flown for a couple of years at least. When he thought about it he realised that the last time he’d been on a plane was his journey to camp, back when he was only 230 lbs! It seemed like a lifetime ago.

 

At first he had been genuinely surprised that Mr Bunterson had booked him two seats but when he entered the plane he immediately realised what a good idea that had been. The lady in the aisle seat looked horrified when the young mountain asked her to move so he could get in. Trust her to end up in a seat next to this bible belt jumbo. She couldn’t wait to get back to the coast.

 

It was a real problem squeezing sideways into the row, he waddled and panted as he swayed back and forth trying to do a crab walk. His legs were almost too fat to fit into the gap between his seats and the ones in front. When he finally sat he let out a sigh of relief before realising that he had sat on his belts. He tried to heave one side of his ass up to reach under but it was no good. He elbowed the lady next to him. She groaned with audible distaste and left her seat for the second time to allow the mammoth to rise to his feet. 

 

Shawn tried to bend around to his right hand side to reach down for the belt but as he did so he was forced to bend his knees and lean back, this sent his belly arching forwards and into the row of seats in front of him. “Oi” came a disgruntled voice from in front, clearly displeased at being belly barged from behind. Eventually Shawn managed to dig the ends of both belts out and slumped back down with such relief and force that the seats sounded like they were going to crack.

 

He pulled at both belts but quickly realised that they were never going to reach around his massive belly. Oh for fuck’s sake, he thought, before a sensation of pride entered his groin. This caused him to relax.

 

“Oh fuck it, it doesn’t matter,” he muttered under his breath.

 

When the friendly camp steward came around to check belts he took one look at Shawn, smiled and said, “I’ll get the extender.” Shawn had no idea that such a thing existed, but he liked it.

 

He liked it even more when the bitch next to him had to move yet again to allow the camp steward to show him how to fit it. Shawn beamed with unabashed pride as the young man's moisturised hands gently manoeuvred around his bulging gut. If the steward was disgusted by this massive gay ball of fat then he didn’t show it.

 

An hour into the flight the same steward came back, “Mr Stringer..”

 

“Yes,” said Shawn.

 

“I’m very sorry sir but according to the computer you don’t appear to have a pre-booked meal. We have chicken, beef, or vegetarian. Would you like any of them?”

 

“I’ll have all three.”

 

The lady tutted loudly.

 

“Fuck you!” Shawn spat the words out with real vulgarity.

 

“No problem, Sir,” said the steward with a smile and a wink.

 

When the in-flight meals came Shawn realised immediately that he was never going to get the table down in front of him. His belly was already resting against the back of the seat in front. He took the three small trays from the friendly steward, who he was really starting to take a shine to, and placed them in a pile on top of his belly.

 

“Thank God I’ve got this handy shelf,” he said to the bitch next to him. She just turned away.

 

The meals were tiny, tasteless and pointless. His stomach howled with hunger from the measly portions. It would have been better to not eat anything at all. He pushed the button for the service light and within a couple of minutes his favourite steward had returned.

 

“Is it possible to order extra food? I don’t mind paying for it if I have to.”

 

“Sir, I’ll get you our snack menu for you, Sir.”

 

Shawn ordered three ham and cheese paninis, ten chocolate bars, and six bags of chips. He wanted a lot more but the airline prices were extortionate, so he would have to make do. He had no idea at this point that the guy would forget to charge him. The bitch next to him muttered something under her breath.

 

“Oh go and fuck yourself to death you skinny fucking lesbian cunt!” Shawn hated it when women commented on his weight.

 

When the plane landed two hours later, sandwich, chip, and chocolate wrappers littered his belly and the floor around him. The kind steward asked him to wait till last to disembark for his own comfort. As he finally squeezed out of the door onto the gangway the steward wished him a pleasant onward trip, called him ‘Mr Shawn, Sir’, and patted his door-fillingly wide ass. Shawn smiled, he was glad to be off the plane as he was fucking starving!

 

It was also nice to meet one of his online fans for the first time.

12.

Henry and Steve’s bellies grumbled with nervous excitement. They so hoped that Shawn would like their surprise and that everything would be alright.

 

They were waiting outside to meet him as his taxi pulled up outside their halls. When he stepped out all of their nerves instantly vanished as all three boys rejoiced in each other's company for the first time in over half a year. They hugged and kissed excitedly and all negative thoughts about their separation and his unfaithfulness were washed away by floods of dopamine.

 

Henry spoke first, “You look so much bigger, babe!”

 

“I’m 420 lbs!” Shawn beamed.

 

Steve did his best to wrap his arms around Shawn’s rumbling belly. Both boys knew better than to ruin the moment by telling Shawn how much they’d gained. They needed to let him have his moment.

 

“I can tell you’re hungry,” Steve said with a knowing laugh.

 

“If you haven’t slaughtered an elephant for me then I’m going to be bitterly disappointed!”

 

“Just you wait,” said Henry.

13.

Shawn’s greedy eyes opened as wide and as bright as a nebula. The fabulous twins had really gone to town for him. Their whole apartment was filled with mountains of meat. It wasn’t elephant. But there was so much of it that it easily could have been.

 

“We put in a special order at the butchers,” Steve explained.

 

“How much actually is there?” Shawn salivated.

 

“Two pigs, three lambs, twenty four chickens, and half a cow!” Henry squeaked.

 

“Do you really think we can eat all of it?” Shawn asked.

 

“We know you can,” Henry said with an evil smile.

 

Shawn knew that this was a joke and that the meaty feast was for all of them, but the thought of eating it all himself got him rock hard.

 

It took seven hours in total to consume everything. The three not so little pigs started on the bacon, moved onto the beef, and clucked over the chicken. Steve slid whole sirloins into Shawn’s salivating mouth. Henry bashed his belly into the table as he swelled it with ribs and lamb shank. Shawn loved the sensation of feeling his belly burst out from his trousers as he popped the buttons on his fly due to the piles of pork belly. The reunited triplets laughed and howled with glee at this event, the irony of which was not lost on them.

 

After four hours the meat sweats kicked in and they greedily began to suck and drink in each other’s tasty droplets. Shawn was unsure if Henry’s pert nipples really tasted of smoked bacon or if he’d just digested so much of it that the flavour now stained his tongue. Steve licked the beads up from deep within the folds between Shawn’s newly bigger tits and straining super-sized stomach as he gobbled down bags of pure ground mince meat.

 

Shawn loved how many animals had died so that they could indulge in such ecstasy. This was the right of every American. And there wasn’t a vegetable or piece of fruit in sight.

 

After five hours the meat farts started. All three boys blew their rusty victory trumpets and the stink was glorious. Shawn could feel the meaty sweat leaking out of his asshole as Henry licked it up from deep inside him. The sensation took his mind back to camp on that glorious night when they had fist rimmed and fucked each other. Henry pleasured him as he watched Steve greedily porking his way through the remains of one of the pigs.

 

Henry saved the raw liver for Shawn, knowing how much he would love it.

 

“Think about all the extra fat that this will add to your liver,” he said teasingly, as he dangled the slimy organ in front of Shawn’s mouth while jerking at his cock. The organ slid smoothly down Shawn’s throat, tantalising the acid in his still ballooning stomach that gurgled away in hungry anticipation.

 

After six hours Shawn once more felt the capacity of his stomach bag grow as he continued to feed it with bloody tenderloin and t-bone steaks. All three boys were sitting back at the table completely naked. Three solid boners and sweaty stretched assholes twitched as they continued to stuff their massive straining bellies with thick chicken breasts, wings, and legs. Not an ounce was wasted.

 

They all groaned with delight as the last meaty morsels passed through their lips. This might just have been the most that any of them had ever eaten. Their gluttony was so shameless that it was hard to know for sure.

 

Shawn, sweating profusely and barely able to breath, shifted his massive bulk to the bed and assumed the position. He knew that he was going to be the final meaty treat in the spit-roast. As the twins pounded him from both ends his massively distended swollen belly shook with delight. As the delirium entered every cell in his bulbous body all of the pain of the last six months vanished in an orgasmic seizure, stronger than he had ever felt. The triplets were madly in love. And they had gallons of fat young cum to prove it.

14.

Benji recognised Shawn immediately across the lawn but tried and failed not to make eye contact. He really didn’t want to have an awkward catch-up but he couldn’t help but stare at just how extremely fat Shawn had got. The last time he had seen Shawn, from his hiding position behind the curtains in Shawn’s parents room, he had been bowled over by his size. That must have been eighteen months and fifty pounds ago.

 

As shocked as Shawn was to see Benji he was very pleasantly surprised by his tall, broad, older friend’s size. Benji was too busy gawping at Shawn’s 400 lb plus belly to remember that he had himself put on at least 80 lbs since Shawn had last seen him, just before Shawn was sent away to camp. About 290 lbs and a 42 inch waist, Shawn thought to himself. Impressive. But still too thin for his liking. He smiled broadly;

 

“Benji! What the fuck are you doing here?”

 

“Er… visiting a friend,” Benji lied, “What about you though? No offence but you’re the last person I would expect to bump into at Yale!”

 

Shawn pulled a face that demonstrated that he took offence. Benji backtracked;

 

“You look wonderful! So jolly and full of life!”

 

The compliment worked. Shawn knew very well what “jolly” meant and Benji was right, he was full of life. He could still feel all the protein from the score of animals that he had consumed the previous evening, working its way through his intestines. Benji noticed Shawn’s top lip twitch, a sign that his gluttonous old friend was happy.

 

You look fabulous too!” Shawn said, “Look at that gut! So much bigger than I remember it. And it hangs so wonderfully low now!” Shawn didn’t feel the need to engage in any jolly euphemisms.

 

Benji was kind of shocked, “Well, I…er…thank you.”

 

“Have you got someone feeding you?”

 

The directness of the question and the truthful affirmative answer caused Benji to blush bright red.

 

“Oh, I didn’t mean to embarrass you, Benji babe.” Benji had always brought out a camp side in Shawn that very few others rarely saw. It was because since they first met, when Shawn was sixteen and newly out, he had always wanted Benji inside him. He had never gotten it.

 

“It’s great that you have someone. I can see that you like it. You can’t take your eyes off my tummy,” Shawn smiled widely as he said this and attempted to lift the underside of his megabelly up but it was too heavy for him. “You can touch it, if you want?”

 

“I do,” Benji mumbled shyly as he gently stroked the top and side of the bloated meat dome. It felt as soft as butter. Benji felt like he could melt right into it.

 

“Well, I got to get to the store. I need to buy enough bacon for breakfast in bed for the twins.”

 

“Oh that’s so cute! How are they? I’m so glad that you’re still together.”

 

Shawn was a bit taken aback. How did Benji know about his relationship with Henry and Steve? No one from back home had ever met them.

 

“Er, yeah, they’re great thanks.”

 

“Cool, you three make such a great couple. I hope the shop has enough bacon for all of you,” Benji said with sincerity.

 

“They could never have enough,” Shawn replied with equal sincerity and a wicked smile that showed that he meant it.

 

“We’ll have to catch up soon, call me.”

 

“Yeah, will do.” Shawn replied.

 

Their fat backsides wobbled off in opposite directions. As he walked away Benji quickly took his phone out in order to text Steve. He had to warn him about Shawn.

15.

Dr Steve Stringer was like a lot of older middle-aged men. He no longer loved his wife, had a hugely obese and obnoxious estranged gay son, was secretly feeding and fucking said estranged sons’ friend in secret, and got so irritated by cell phone notifications that he always had them turned off. Due to all of these things he was enjoying his time away from home, guest lecturing at Yale.

16.

The store hadn’t stocked enough bacon. Shawn sadly wasn’t shocked. The twins still enjoyed their pre-breakfast in bed, even if it wasn’t as filling as Shawn had hoped, so the three of them made their way over to the cafeteria for a proper breakfast.

 

Shawn thought that his boyfriends looked absolutely wonderful as they made their way to stuff their faces for real, for the first time that morning. Both Bunterson boys were wearing identical high-end, thick, boot cut blue jeans with a tight 52 inch waist. Pure white sailing sweatshirts, that cost $380 each, strained at the strongly sewn seams, as they struggled to contain each twin's planet-like belly. Shawn knew just by looking that his lover’s guts were only slightly smaller around the naval than his, exactly 68 inches each. He couldn’t wait for it to be 70 inches.

 

The sun was shining from the clear spring sky. The light blue of which perfectly matched the twin’s washy eyes, from which they both kept swiping away long locks of floppy natural blonde curls that hung down their fat foreheads. The bountiful pair looked like absolute perfection to Shawn. He purposely walked a few steps behind them so that he could watch their round, over-plump, and ripe buttocks sway with every step. All four cheeks were perfectly symmetrical and spherical. Like four basketballs bouncing into each other. The high-end jeans were doing a wonderful job of containing such wonderfully fat asses. Shawn flexed the top of his legs so that his own thigh fat smashed against his semi-hard cock and imagined that it was trapped between the huge round balls of blubbery flesh that were his boyfriends’ asscheeks. Man, breakfast was going to be good.

 

Shawn wasn’t disappointed by the dining hall. The quality of the food was much higher than in Michigan and there was just as much of it to choose from. The obese lovers started with four plates of kedgeree each. They didn’t want anything too heavy after all the meat the previous night and the bedroom bacon sandwiches. The fish and rice was washed down with 80 fl oz of chocolate milk. Several bread based courses followed that included, toast, french toast and toasties, Crumpets, croissants, and cakes. Cartons of Natural Greek Yoghurt were gulped down. Good for stomach bacteria and digestion. Necessary before they started on the pancakes, crepes, and waffles. They had multiple plates of each piled ten high dripping in chocolate, raspberry, and maple sauce. Every thick treat was loaded with cream, ice cream, and whipped cream, and coated in a thick layer of icing sugar.

 

As they stuffed themselves stupid the boys laughed and joked about how being at college reminded them of being at camp. Only now they were older, fatter, and more mature. Hence able to consume even more. All three of them swore that they were going to grow to be such fat fucking adults, as their immense bellies strained stretched and grew in front of them.

 

They finally left the dining hall, extremely satisfied, with their giant bellies swollen with over 13,000 calories each. All three of them knew that if they continued to pig out like this then they would all finish the weekend bigger, heavier, fatter, and more in love than ever before. They headed back to the dorm to sleep until lunch.

17.

The champagne cork whizzed past Jim’s shocked face as the fizz began to flow out of the top of the oversized bottle. He jolted his head out of the way a full three seconds after it had missed him. He was already that drunk.

 

Jake, the new 360 lb unpaid intern, passed the flutes out to all of the attendees as Gary filled everybody’s glasses to the brim. No one was allowed to touch the buffet until he had made his toast. Officer Bob Bindley’s impatience was palpable, his stomach rumbled like thunder as he fingered his gun wondering if anyone would mind if he just shot Gary so as to hurry this up.

 

The guest of honour, Bjorn Bunterson, was sitting in a corner also wishing that this was over. Gary Simpson had told him that he was just coming to exchange contracts, he hadn’t mentioned anything about a social event, let alone a party. Although the heavy set lawyer was also eyeing the buffet with keen interest, he had more important things to be doing, and was worried that Simpson was going to over-egg the contribution that he had made. This fear was proven to be correct.

 

Bjorn wanted to help the camp that had done so much for his boys and others like them but Simpson had wanted him to have not only a controlling stake but also to steer the company and its finances. This was too much of a burden for him, he didn’t have the time for that. For once in his life he didn’t want too much on his plate.

 

In the end he had agreed to invest $700,000, significantly more than they were asking for. In return he was declared honorary President, and had the right to claim an annual dividend of up to 30% of the end of year profits if he so wished to. Gary would remain as Director and General Manager, he would retain all responsibility for the business. At the end of the day, Bjorn thought, if he proved to not be up to it then he could soon find someone who was.

 

Finally, Gary clinged a spoon against his glass. A hush fell around the room.

 

“No more Dolittles!” he declared. “No more Dolittles!” they all toasted, gladly.

 

“For this we need to thank our saviour…” Already too much, thought Bjorn, …”Mr Bjorn Bunterson of Minnesota, Attorney at Law, and famous human rights activist!” There was a ripple of applause and everyone in the room raised their glasses towards Bjorn. He waved a huge fat hand at them in a manner that beckoned them to stop.

 

“Mr Bunterson, has kindly stepped in with a very generous sum of money that will allow us not only to continue but to invest and thrive. The groundworks for the new restaurant, onsite store, and three new cabins with an extra thirty beds are already being laid. This year will be our biggest year ever and thanks to Bjorn so will our boys!”

 

There was a big cheer and round of applause as the buffet was finally opened. Thank God for that, thought Bjorn Bunterson.

18.

Shawn, Steve, and Henry never made it back to the dorm for their post-breakfast nap. They made it as far as the main entrance to the building, but there they halted. It was Shawn who spotted the poster.

 

“What the fucking absolute, fucking fuck, is this fucking bullshit?!”

 

“What is it babe?” The concern in Henry’s voice was clear to hear.

 

“Did you guys fucking know about this? Is this why you fucking invited me here? Are you trying to fucking entrap me?”

 

“What are you fucking on about?” The frustration in Steve’s voice was clear to hear. He wasn’t happy that Henry’s eyes had already started to tear up. He hated crying.

 

Shawn tore the poster from the notice board and shoved it in Steve’s face. Tears fell from his eyes as he took in the picture first and then the words.

 

There was a photograph of a very average looking fifty year old man smiling. Steve had only seen him once before, but he recognised Dr Steve Stringer immediately, as did Henry.

 

It stated that the renowned public health researcher and campaigner against childhood obesity would be giving a special lecture that evening in order to celebrate the 25th anniversary of his seminal work; "Navigating the Obesogenic Environment: A Multi-faceted Analysis of Obesity Determinants in Young Males Across the United States".

 

His lecture was to cover the causes of the obesity epidemic in American youth including dietary, physical, family, psychological and socioeconomic factors. As well as physical, social and emotional complications, and of course opportunities for prevention and remediation.

 

“He fucking hates me!” Cried Shawn. “He fucking hates everything about me! His whole life has been dedicated to ruining mine,” he sobbed.

 

“Oh babe, we know how awful he is.” Steve said in an attempt to comfort Shawn.

 

“Why would you bring me here? Why would you do this to me?”

 

“We fucking didn’t! Why the fuck would we do that? Why don’t you fucking trust us?!” It was Henry's turn to show his anger.

 

“Because you fucking abandoned me!” Shawn screamed. “You fucking fucked off and sent me to Michigan alone!”

 

“No we didn’t,” the twins pleaded simultaneously.

 

“You chose Yale over me and then didn’t contact me all year. You just packed me off and forgot about me!”

 

“Didn’t contact you? You ignored us!” Steve’s voice had risen several octaves.

 

“You didn’t fucking contact us! You were too busy fucking that skinny fucking runt!!” Henry screamed through floods of tears. Shawn fell silent for a moment.

 

“How dare you accuse us of betrayal and mistrust when you’re the one who’s been cheating on us?” Steve demanded.

 

“I…I…haven’t cheated on anyone,” Shawn sniffled.

 

“How can you stand there and deny it? You’ve been fucking Jeremy or Feeder420 or whatever the fuck you want to call him! You didn’t only cheat on us, you filmed yourselves and sold the videos online to make a quick buck! How fucking stupid do you fucking think we are?!” Steve shook with rage as he bellowed out the words.

 

“Excuse me…” A familiar middle aged man tapped Henry on the shoulder. “...would you mind if I had a word with my son in private?”

 

Steve and Henry stepped aside in shock.

 

“Hello Shawn, I would ask you how you’re doing, but it’s clearly not very well.”

19.

Dr Steve Stringer led his blubbering, shaking, 420 lb plus son to a nearby bench. He was going to sit next to him but Shawn’s mass took up so much of it that he chose to remain standing. This was probably a mistake because it only added to the effect of a father lecturing and talking down to his son.

 

“Look at the state of you! You’re a fucking mess. How on Earth are you even fatter? How is that even fucking possible?”

 

“Oh, that’s just fucking great Dad! You haven’t seen me in almost two years and you don’t even ask how I am, or where I’ve been living? The first thing you do is have a go at me about my weight! You’re obsessed with people’s weight! It’s a real fucking unhealthy obsession you got there Dad.”

 

“I don’t need to ask how you are! You’re clearly extremely depressed and I don’t know if this morbid obesity is the cause or the symptom, but you clearly have a circular problem!”

 

“I’m not fucking depressed! And my weight is not a problem! Stop trying to fucking diagnose me all the time. I just broke up with my boyfriends and you don’t care! You’ve made no effort to ask me or comfort me about that!”

 

“You want me to be upset that you’re no longer hanging with Tweedle fucking Dee and Tweedle fucking Dum? I don’t know what it is about those two but they’re clearly a part of the problem. You only got fat when you met them.”

 

“Fuck you! You don’t know Henry and Steve and you clearly don’t know me. You sent me to fucking fat camp before I’d ever met them! How can it be their fucking fault?”

 

“I sent you to fat camp for your own good.”

 

“Yeah, and how did that fucking work out for you? You come here to lecture others on healthy living and families when you can’t even fucking look after your own! You’re such a fucking fraud and a hypocrite! At least I know who I am. I like who I am! You wanna hurt me Dad? Go right ahead if it makes you feel better. I’m an easy target. Yeah, you’re right, I eat too much. I also drink too much. I could be a fucking cold-hearted cynic like you, but I’m not. I don’t like to hurt other people's feelings like you. So you can think whatever the fuck you want about me. I’m not fucking changing. I like being fat. I like me. Steve and Henry like me. Their Dad likes me. ‘Cause I’m the real fucking article. All you see is fat. Well, what you see is what you fucking get!”

 

Steve knew that there was no getting through to his son. He was a lost cause. He needed to focus on the young people of America that he could save. He needed to focus on his lecture. He just walked away and left Shawn crying on the bench.

20.

Sean Stranger had been confused and offended, but mostly offended whilst remaining confused. Why the hell would someone send him a message trying to flirt with him by calling him fat? Since when was that in any way acceptable?

 

Since starting at Michigan that fall he had gained the freshman fifteen and yes he had finally managed to bulk up a bit at camp, after that terrible mix up that saw him placed on a strict weight loss regime despite already being underweight, but none of that made it ok to call him fat. In fact he made it worse. What sort of lunatic thought it was ok to body shame a guy who had weight and dietary issues? Why would a stranger be so cruel and somehow think that he would be into it? It was freaky as hell and he really couldn’t make sense of it. Until he heard about Shawn.

 

At first the coincidence felt too big to be true. Could it really be the boy from camp? It was Danni who told him that there was this super fat but strangely cute guy on campus who was making competitive eating videos and posting them online. When he asked who and she just said that she thought he was also called Sean he almost fell over. Danni told him that Sean was doing a challenge at midday in the lunch hall, something about eating a hundred slices of pizza. It can’t be him? Sean thought, but then again how many people are there called Shawn who could do such a thing? He had to find out.

 

In the dining hall he had stood next to Danni behind the guy filming, a skinny guy with a big nose called Jeremy who had previously tried to hit on Sean.

 

It was him. He couldn’t believe it. It was the king of fat camp, only now he was even bigger. Sean thought that Shawn would recognise him as one of the tortured campers that he had saved, but he didn’t. The big ball of blubber was so focused on his pizzas that he didn’t spot Sean standing straight in front of him. Just like he didn’t seem to see him when they had first made eye contact. Though on that occasion Shawn had been ejaculating into the mouth of a fat Swedish kid. What the hell was with this guy? Why was everything about food and sex with him? Why did their paths keep crossing? Why did people find him so fucking hot?

 

And why didn’t he never notice him?

21.

Shawn didn’t know who to call for help so he called Benji. His old friend had sounded uncertain about coming to meet him so soon but reluctantly agreed to it. Eight hours had now passed since his consecutive arguments with Steve and Henry and his Dad. He was now sitting slumped on a couch in the corner of a Starbucks. Benji pulled up a chair as they didn’t both fit on the two seater sofa.

 

“So what happened? You seemed so happy this morning?”

 

“My fucking Dad. That’s what fucking happened. That’s what always fucking happens.”

 

“Oh…,” This was going to be even more awkward than Benji had feared. “What did he do?”

 

“He broke us up. Just by fucking existing, he broke us up. He won’t be happy till he’s ruined every fucking aspect of my life!”

 

“But he must have done something in order to do that?”

 

“Why the fuck are you defending him?”

 

Because I love him, thought Benji. “B…because he’s er…”

 

“He’s a fucking prick! He hates me because of who I am. He hates you too. You do know that don’t you?”

 

“Look Shawn, I know you have your problems with him, and I’m sure he’s done some bad things, but he’s not a homophobe.”

 

“I fucking know that! That’s not what I fucking mean! He’s fatphobic. He hates us for choosing to be chubby.”

 

“I think he hates himself more.”

 

“What? Why would you think that?”

 

“Excuse me for interrupting but are you talking about Dr Steve Stringer?”

 

It was a rather large middle aged woman sitting at the next table over from them. They’d paid her no attention before she spoke. Shawn looked her up and down. She had brown permed hair, hooped earrings, enormous breasts and at least two food babies in her glutted out stomach. Who the fuck is this bitch? Shawn wondered.

 

“Er, yes. Yes we are,” Benji responded.

 

“And he’s your father?” She directed her question at Shawn forcing him to engage with her.

 

“Yeah, so what. What the fuck has it got to do with you?”

 

“I’m Karen, Dr Karen Vokowski. I’m a member of ASDAH. I’m here for the protest against your father’s speech tonight.”

 

“I never knew there was a protest planned,” Benji said. He wondered if Steve had known about this and chosen not to tell him?

 

“What in the fucking fuck is an asda?”

 

“It’s the Association for Size, Diversity and Health. We’re a campaign group that stands up for the rights of overweight people, particularly within the health arena. We believe that people like your father and the public health ideologies that he promotes infringe on the rights of people, especially large non-white LGBTQ people and women who choose to live to the fullest leading to exclusion from health benefits and associated social constraints.”

 

Shawn took a few moments to pretend to take that in. “So you stick up for fat people?”

 

“Yes, very simply put.”

 

“Well I don’t give a shit about no fucking fat black lesbians but if it pisses my father off then I’m in! What’s your plan to fuck with him?”

 

Benji rolled his eyes. He couldn’t believe that he used to be into this guy. 

23.

Karen Vokowski moved over to their table and offered to buy them whatever they wanted while she went through the details of the planned protest. She needed to get this selfish fatboy on board. Using his own son against him would really hurt Steve Stringer, and anyway she had access to the association’s credit card.

 

Shawn ordered; three Mocha Cookie Crumble and two Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frappuccinos, six ham and swiss baguettes, four Cranberry Bliss Bars, seven Double Chocolate Chip Brownies, five Butter Croissants, nine slices of Cinnamon Coffee Cake and the same amount of Banana Walnut and Peanut Loafs, seven bags of Starbucks Butter Popcorn, and twelve Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Cups. They were his favourite. He wanted to see just how fat friendly this bitch really was. Karen was thrilled. She might just have found ASDAH’s new poster boy. When Shawn finished his order by asking the other two fatties what they wanted the barista’s beard almost fell off.

24.

Steve wasn’t as concerned as Benji thought he would be. They were back in their private suite in the faculty guest quarters.

 

“Those ASDAH bitches have been after me for years. They’re a bunch of fringe far-left assholes. Their insistence in treating obesity as a fact of nature, like race, gender, or sexuality only undermines the real fight for diversity and inclusivity. People don’t choose their birth. Purposefully choosing an unhealthy lifestyle is not the same thing. It places a burden on society and is a form of self-inflicted harm.”

 

Benji had been Steve’s bit on the side for almost two years. He was used to the cognitive dissonance. “So you're not bothered by their protest?”

 

“They’ve pulled similar stuff before. It’s normally just a few fat lesbians with a few placards.”

 

“Yes, but now Shawn is involved with them. God knows what he could do? I’m not certain that he’s even sane any more!”

 

“I know my own son. He’s too fat, stupid, and lazy to do anything. The only thing that he could threaten is a McCashier when they tell him that the shake machine is on the blink.”

 

“But what about the stories of what happened at camp? The revolution? Apparently he showed real determination and leadership skills?”

 

“You don’t believe that bullshit do you? It’s like some perverted fucked up parody of an early Ben Stiller Disney film! That shit can’t possibly be true. The only thing that Shawn could lead is his own fat ass back to Burger King.”

 

“I think you underestimate him.”

 

“The only thing I’ve ever underestimated about that sack of lard is just how much he really fucking weighs.”

25.

Jeremy didn’t know what to make of it. He knew that the pizza video would be popular but he never dreamed that one of Shawn’s Mukbangs would actually go viral. It had quickly become his most popular video to date. When he first posted it two weeks previously, it quickly reached 150,000 views. At that point it had plateaued, as all his YouTube videos did. It must have been picked up by the algorithm or something, he really wasn’t sure and didn’t claim to understand it, but “The Pizza Centurion” had now passed 6,000,0000 views and he was sat staring at his screen watching the scroller continue to climb at an unbelievable pace with absolute disbelief. Not even Kyle California at his peak got this many views.

26.

Steve was surprised by the number of protesters outside the lecture theatre. There were the normal six or seven ASDAH lesbo’s with their pathetic placards and banners, “Fat Rights Now” “Big is Beautiful” “Ban BMI”. They were so predictable. What he hadn’t expected was the sheer number of students joining them. This was new. He estimated that there must have been thirty to forty of them. All visibly overweight. When did Yale undergrads get so fat? The youth obesity epidemic must also be creeping into the upper classes, he thought. Maybe I should write a paper about that?

 

Shawn kept out of sight. He didn’t want to see or confront his father, yet.

 

Dr Steve Stringer had only been talking for fifteen minutes or so when the barrel of custard tipped over his head ‘Carrie’ style. Forty two gallons of thick slimy yellow deliciousness covered him from head to toe and started to pool on and drip off the stage. At the same time forty to fifty big bellied students stood on their seats and started chanting.

 

“Fat rights now, fat rights now!”

 

They pulled off their coats and jumpers to reveal identical tight t-shirts, specifically chosen to accentuate their bloated stomachs, with the letters “YGS” stretched over them.

 

Dr Karen Vokowski entered the custard covered stage and pushed the shocked Dr Stringer away from the podium. He slipped on the custard and fell on his back. His legs flew high in the air. Buster Keaton would have been impressed by such a fall. As he landed he felt a disc slip and screamed in pain. Temporarily paralysed all he could do was lie there and wait to be rescued. Karen began her speech,

 

“Steve Stringer is a fatphobic, anti-freedom, anti-human rights, liar. Everything he has said tonight, everything he has ever written, is based on a false anti-American premise that only serves to subjugate millions of U.S. citizens. He talks of a public health crisis but I for one don’t feel like part of a crisis! I want to live a free, healthy life, with equal access to healthcare, jobs, and transport, regardless of my size or body type!”

 

“Right on sister!” It was one of the fat students. A huge cheer erupted around the auditorium.

 

“To prove what a nasty piece of shit this man is I want to introduce you to his son, Shawn. The gay son that so-called public health expert, Dr Steve Stringer, kicked out of his own home just because he was slightly overweight!”

 

A loud chorus of boo’s changed to cheers as Shawn entered the stage.

 

“Shawn, please share your lived experience with this audience of America’s brightest.”

 

“My Dad sent me to a controversial unlicensed militaristic fat camp in order to force me to lose weight against my will when I was only just over 200 lbs. I begged him not to make me go. Once there I was almost starved to death on daily rations of 1000 calories and forced into an inhumane fitness regime. Worst of all, when it didn’t work and I gained weight afterwards, due to the trauma that my father had put me through, he refused to let me back in the house. I had to go and live almost a thousand miles from my family and friends in Minnesota where I continued to gain weight due to the stress and loneliness.”

 

Karen was thrilled with how well Shawn had memorised the version of the story that she had written for him. Steve Stringer's career was surely finished.

 

“It’s the pizza boy!” Someone yelled.

 

“Yeah! It is! It’s the king of fat camp!” Some of the students had seen Shawn’s most recent Mukbang only earlier that day.

 

“King of Fat Camp. King of Fat Camp!”

 

“Yes, I am the king of fat camp!” Shawn yelled as the adrenaline shot through every layer of thick blubber. He walked over to his Dad who was still lying prostrate on the floor.

 

“Hello Daddy…” He said, “You look so fucking delicious drowned in custard.” He dropped down to his lard covered knees and began lapping the sweet yellow desert sauce of his father’s face. Their relationship would only go downhill from there.

27.

The Yale Gainer Society party went on all night. It took place at the off-campus fraternity house that they had purchased the year before. Shawn was the guest of honour. He was sitting out on the back porch on a triple reinforced swinging bench alongside a senior member called Harry. They were both looking out over the lawn that contained five kegs, three six-foot gas barbecues, and forty five joyfully jolly YGS brothers who sat along a series of conjoined picnic tables bloating their bellies on the ample amounts of beer and meat on offer.

 

“So are you really the guy who doubled his weight in a single summer at camp?” Harry asked.

 

“Yeah, but I don’t like to boast.” Shawn said without making any effort to correct the exaggeration.

 

“I would have loved to go to a place like that when I was younger!”

 

“How do you know about the camp?”

 

“One of our members was there at the same time as you.”

 

“Oh, who?”

 

“Tom Stanton 315 lbs. He’s sitting down there.” Harry pointed at a tall, broad boy, with curly hair and eighteen curly sausages digesting in his 58 inch belly.

 

Tom noticed Harry pointing at him. He looked up to the porch and waved at him and Shawn. “Thoh, They Thawn!” He slobbered, with a mouthful of nineteenth sausage. Shawn smiled and waved back at his fellow round knight.

 

“This place is great, just like the camp.” Shawn said to Harry.

 

“Yeah, it’s pretty sweet, but we can’t party and feast like this every day like you guys did. We don’t have the funds. We only became a fraternity three years ago. A few of us who had chatted online got together and decided to help each other gain and YGS just grew organically from there.”

 

“Gaining is a bigger community than I thought.” Shawn commented. Both boys laughed as another member, Chris, brought them two new plates of hot dogs and four beers each. He took away their empties.

 

After sixteen beers, twenty eight hot dogs, and fourteen burgers, Shawn was beginning to feel drunk. He agreed to take a short break from eating and allowed Harry to show him around the frat house.

 

Harry was a very friendly guy, twenty two years old and in his senior year. He had thick black hair that he wore quite high. His face was freckled like a child’s and he had dimples where his constant wide grin met his fat chubby cheeks. At only 285 lbs he wasn’t the biggest member of YGS by far. He explained to Shawn that unlike most members he had never been a fat kid. In fact he used to be a fit jock and was only 170 lbs when he had started college over three years ago, making him one of the most successful gainers at Yale. At five foot ten inches tall his abdomen was now very swollen. He wore a tight orange striped tank top that accentuated his belly and black skinny ripped jeans that clung to his bulging ass and thighs. Had Shawn been in the mood he would have noticed just how cute Harry was and just how much he had been smiling at him.

 

There were six bedrooms in total, all containing multiple beds. Shawn noticed that the largest room had at least a dozen singles beds in it which had all been pushed together. He failed to notice the heavy mechanical winch mounted on a reinforced bar across the ceiling. There were three bathrooms, two kitchens, and a huge lounge diner with enough sofa and table seating for all forty five brothers. Harry explained that eighteen of the senior boys currently lived there. When Shawn enquired what a member had to do in order to earn the right to live in the frat house, Harry just winked at him and told him that honour was only reserved for “special boys”.

 

One of the walls in the dining area was used for hanging pictures of all the members. Shawn studied them carefully. Every one of them appeared to be at least 260 lbs. Shawn wondered if there was a minimum weight requirement but then remembered what Harry had told him about himself. He found Harry’s picture first and complimented him on the weight gained since it was taken twelve months earlier. He also picked out Tom Stanton 315 lbs. He didn’t recognise any of the other pictures until he came to the final two.

 

Henry and Steve, or was it Steve and Henry? Even he still had problems telling sometimes. They smiled at him from their photographs. He felt his heart sink into the bottom of his half-full stomach. Harry noticed his sudden change in demeanour.

 

“Do you know them?” He asked, tentatively.

 

“Yeah, they’re my ex’s. We only broke up today.”

 

“Oh dude, I’m sorry to hear that. They’re beautiful. I can’t believe that you were dating both of them.” Shawn didn’t respond.

 

“They’re our newest pledges. Have been doing super well. They smashed the first parts of hazing. I’ve never seen anyone eat as much pastrami as those boys.” Harry fell silent as he noticed that Shawn wasn’t really listening.

 

“I guess…I understand now, why they didn’t come tonight.” They fell into silence for ten seconds or so.

 

“Look, if you want we will refuse them membership? I have the power to do that.”

 

Shawn looked at him with big fat glazed puppy eyes. “No. Don’t do that. They’ll love this place. It’s not like I’m going to be about.” This was just about the first genuinely unselfish thing Shawn had said or done since he hit puberty. He did truly love the twins.

 

“Ok dude, but let me know if you change your mind. We’ll do anything for the king of fat camp.”

 

Harry led Shawn back out to the garden so that they could rejoin the other rich fatties and continue to bloat and stuff themselves with beer and barbecued flesh. He took a long look at Shawn’s massive low-hanging belly. He was going to have to feed him a shit ton to reinflate this balloon and get him drunk enough to join in later.

 

28.

Shawn and Harry sat down next to Tom who introduced Shawn to a few of the others. There was a tall Dutch boy with ginger hair and a long low bell shaped belly that hung off his six foot seven frame, he was called Bart, so everyone referred to him as Simpson. There was also a guy from Toronto called ‘Big John’, a nickname that he had kept from school. You can guess why. And the only guy there who was fatter and heavier than Shawn, Terry Thompson. TT was a massive superchub, 536 lbs and eager to grow. Shawn eyed him enviously.

 

The barbecues had been cooking constantly for the last four hours and were still going strong. Shawn started with a few plates of cheeseburgers but soon found himself starting to become bored by the meat. He sighed heavily, when he realised why, and Harry handed him three more beers. Fortunately for Shawn the posh Yale boys had provided salads and sides. 

 

Shawn found the potato salad. It was made with whole baked potatoes smothered in mayonnaise, creme fraiche, and other buttery sauces that he couldn’t quite recognise. He ate four huge bowls of it. It was one of the most filling side dishes he had ever had and the calories soon started to fill out his own sides. He drank 3000 calories in beer alone and his massive belly filled with gas and started to balloon accordingly. College was starting to turn him into a big drinker and his size meant that he could drink a lot. He burped loudly after throwing the contents of one of the red party cups down his throat in one. He belly laughed and asked if they were hiding the desserts from him. Harry called another boy over and told him that it was time to empty the fridges.

 

The jokes continued as the beer poured and barbecue sizzled. The YGS boys started to reminisce about their success earlier that evening and took much joy in telling and retelling the story of how Dr Steve Stringer had fallen in the custard and slipped a disc. Shawn licking the custard off him was one of the funniest things any of them had ever seen. The memory of his Dad being taken away in an ambulance and the thought that he was right now laying paralysed in a hospital bed, raking up a massive bill, while he was here feasting and partying with his new fat friends filled Shawn with joy. It also enabled a new hunger to overtake him just as the deserts arrived.

 

Shawn, Harry, Tom, TT, Bart, and Big John went to town on the deserts. Thanks to the new Dutch Simpson they had massive amounts of Stroopwafles and Poffertjes. The deliciously gooey waffles were stuffed with a thick caramel syrup that ran down the double chins of all six boys as they raced to ram as many of them in their mouths in one go as they could. They devoured at least twenty each and devised a game of trying to say ‘poffertjes’ with the correct pronunciation while chewing on chipmunk-esque mouthfuls of cakes and cream.

 

“Puffedjerkges,” said Tom.

 

“Priflgedjes,” said Harry.

 

“Preodflegas,” said TT.

 

“Plufdgasgas,” Shawn spat loads of pastry out from between his greedy fat lips when he laughed as he tried to speak.

 

“Proffertjes,” said Simpson, with expert native pronunciation.

 

The beer and more than generous portions continued to flow. Shawn was starting to feel lightheaded just as his belly became achingly overfull. All the beer and sugar was reacting in his huge tightly packed stomach. He could hear and feel it all sloshing and gurgling about. Once or twice he did a small sick-up as the slimy digested fatty treats struggled to find anywhere else to go due to just how gloriously overfull he truly was. He felt like such a wonderful pig.

 

At this moment he felt someone grab his heavy arms and tie them behind his back. It was Harry. The same was done to Tom Stanton 315 lbs.

 

“This game is called Hog-tied.” Harry said. “The aim is to see which one of you can eat the most chocolate cheesecake in under three minutes.”

 

A pile of family sized cheesecakes were placed on the table in front of Shawn and Tom. Shawn’s eyes sparkled like the brightest star in the sky.

 

“I’m gonna kick your skinny little ass Tom-boy!”

 

“Good fucking luck, Big head. I’m hardly a newb at this!”

 

TT started the clock.

 

Both pigs let their heavy heads drop forward into the pies. Shawn snuffled and grunted as he took huge bites from the cake. Tom was also pigging away at a rapid rate. He used his long tongue to sweep the rich topping into his mouth before gnawing at the cookie base like a starving rat. Shawn was the first to lift his head as he finished licking his tongue around the edges of the metallic tray. His huge moon-like face was covered in cream, chocolate sauce, and syrup. It ran off his forehead into his eyes. It was up his nose and dripping into his mouth. He was clearly salivating.

 

The second cheesecake was placed in front of him. He dived in without a second thought. Both boys were full to the point of bursting. As Tom lifted his head his belly pushed out and the shirt he was wearing ripped wide open. Three buttons flew off across the table and 315 lbs of pure belly fat plopped out into the cooling night air. The gathering crowd cheered loudly.

 

Shawn lifted his head for a second time after barely thirty seconds. He tilted his head as far back as it would go causing the folds on the back of his neck to scrunch together. He stared up at the stars and groaned loudly.

 

“Uuufffff!”

 

“Had enough?” Harry asked.

 

“No fucking chance. Cake me!”

 

The third cheesecake was slid in front of him and he dived in face first. As he bit, licked, chewed, gulped, and swallowed, he could feel his belly straining and stretching out in front of him. His gut was so big and swollen that it took real physical effort to lean far enough forward to reach the tantalisingly tasty torta. He continued to huff and puff as he gobbled down every last inch of the third round. He lifted his head just as Tom was finishing his second cake. Of course Shawn was going to win.

 

There was just over one minute left as the pigs started to gorge on their third and fourth pies. Shawn’s belly was now in real pain. It was once more far too full to hold any more food but he kept eating anyway. He was such a lard balloon. It really was a glorious sight for all the other boys to see. He ate with such passion and desire and his belly was just the biggest roundest ball of fat that any of them had ever known. Shawn heard a creaking noise. At first he thought it was the bench below him but he quickly realised and ate with even greater gusto. He felt his belly grow, licked up the last of the crumbs, lifted his head and let the seams of his new YGS t-shirt, that he had only just been gifted, rip open down his left hand side. Another huge cheer rang out.

 

“That was the largest size we had.” Someone said.

 

The first to show itself was his marvellously meaty love handle. It plopped out with a thud and hung in the open air, five inches over the side of his trousers. The fat was thick and rich and lightly tanned. Next out was the huge fat roll that sat on top of it. Four inches tall and just as wide. The tight skin struggling to hold the fat in was as smooth as silk. Then came his left breast, the size of a basketball and just as round. It shone in the moonlight, a huge erect nipple on top. The t-shirt then flung open and fell down his right hand side. His bulbous balloon belly burst out, forward and free. It was magnificent. Over 76 inches in diameter standing. It must have measured well over 100 inches sitting. Glistening red stretch marks ran all around it, melting into his tan. The blubbery layer of fatty adipose covering his digestive organs must have been at least two feet deep. His fat fat face was still smothered in the creamy cake. Shawn really was the world’s most glorious looking glutton.

 

He squealed like a prize hog. Leant his head backwards and screamed at the top of his voice;

 

“CAKE ME!”

 

The fifth cheesecake was hastily chucked in front of him. He screamed in pain as he leant forward. The weight of his tits and fat rolls crushed down on top of his screaming stomach. He dug his tongue deep into the cake and ate and ate and ate.

 

Tom lifted his head from his third round just as the three minutes were up. Shawn groaned in frustration. He knew they wouldn’t let him finish the final cake. 

 

“Tom Stanton 315 lbs, three chocolate cheesecakes!”

 

 “Shawn Stringer, King of Fat Camp, four and a half chocolate cheesecakes!”

 

There was a large round of applause as all the YGS boys cheered and laughed.

 

“I once did five, ya know,” TT said to Shawn.

 

“Fuck you!” Said Shawn.

 

“Not quite,” retorted TT.

 

Harry put a hand on Shawn’s aching shoulder. Every cell in his body ached. He stared down at the lunar landscape that was his new friend’s belly and stroked himself.

 

“Now it’s time for your reward.” He smiled widely as he and a group of the boys including Tom, TT, and Simpson helped him to his feet and led him groaning back to the house.

29.

Shawn’s head was spinning as his new friends led him upstairs. He huffed and puffed deep heavy breaths as he struggled to climb the stairs. His ballooned belly was so swollen and stuffed that he felt like his skin was barely strong enough to keep it attached to the rest of his body. He had never felt so heavy and imagined his gut bursting open at the front from the pressure with all the gooey semi-digested food flying out and dropping to the floor. It didn’t though. His strained stomach just gurgled and sloshed loudly as the day's mixture of caffeine, sugars, meats, alcohol, and fats congealed together to form more and more fatty tissue. He closed his eyes and listened to the digestion as he took in the wonderful pain.

 

When he opened them he was in the middle of the conjoined bed. Tom Stanton 315 lbs was naked and smiling at him.

 

“Just go with it Shawn. I know you’ll love it.”

 

Shawn stared at Tom’s huge round belly. It had a small patch of fur under the deep naval which arched out towards him. Tom looked wonderfully stuffed. His face was still covered in chocolate cheesecake and he was smiling like a goon. Shawn’s eyes fell down to Tom’s crotch. In between his soft fat thighs Tom was rocking a boner. His fat cut cock was protruding up into the underside of his bloated stomach.

 

Shawn only realised that he was still hogtied when he felt himself being pushed forward by a group of the other boys. He fell onto his face, also still covered in chocolate cheesecake. It smeared the clean white bedsheet. He felt his arms being lifted as they were connected to the winch. Then a very strange sensation ran through him. He felt like he was flying. He felt so fucking heavy after the feast yet so light as he seemed to float in mid-air. Cushioned supports were placed under his ankles and head as these also rose further off the bed. He swung in the air for a few moments before he felt someone cutting his trousers and underwear off with scissors. Tom spoke,

 

“Shawn, as the losing competitor I get to go first.” He winked at Shawn before licking some of the cheesecake off Shawn’s cheek and planting a kiss on his lips.

 

“I didn’t know you were gay, dude?” Was all that Shawn heard himself say before Tom disappeared behind him. He used a cream covered finger to open Shawn’s ass and entered him.

 

Shawn felt his thunderously fat ass shake with every thrust as his huge hog like body swung backwards and forwards. Tom was standing on the creaking bed fucking his king as violently as his own bloated body would allow. Tom’s round low hanging belly rested on the top of Shawn’s cheeks as he pushed himself in and out. Shawn could feel the weight of it resting on him and only wished that Tom was fatter.

 

More fat naked YGS boys appeared and formed a circle around Shawn. Sixteen of them in total. They were all hard and bloated to hell. All of them began to masturbate. Shawn was delighted. He had never been bukkake’d before.

 

Harry came forward out of the circle, he climbed on the bed and stood in front of Shawn. His rock hard dick stuck out in comparison to his soft flabby body. Only now did Shawn notice how good looking the freckled boy was. He slapped his dick against Shawn’s fat face several times before wiping it all over him. His precum caused some of the cream and chocolate that remained on Shawn’s face to stick to his dick. Shawn started to salivate. He so wanted to taste this thick creamy chocolatey sausage. Harry didn’t make him wait.

 

He forcefully shoved it deep into Shawn’s gaping mouth. Shawn closed his lips tight around Harry’s shaft and began to suck as hard as he could. He felt both dicks inside him vibrate and prepared himself for the warm rush at both ends. But it didn’t come. Both boys withdrew and Shawn sighed heavily.

 

Harry disappeared around the back of him just as Tom reappeared at the front. Shawn swung forward with the force of Harry entering him. Tom grabbed him by his piggy ears, licked a lump of cream off his fat sweaty forehead and began to jerk off in his face. Shawn smiled from ear to ear as Tom blew his load directly in his fat smiling face. Not a second was wasted as another boy, Chris - one of the servers earlier in the evening, climbed onto the bed and forced his cock in Shawn’s mouth.

 

Chris was short but strong. A stocky muscle chub with big biceps and triceps and an even bigger belly. Shawn loved feeling the underside of the strangers straining ball gut slam into the top of his face. He felt Harry withdraw but barely had time to relax his ass before some unknown fatty rammed his dick deep in the stink instead. The shock of this caused him to scream out loud. His cries were met with cheers of joy from the rest of the YGS boys who took noticeable pleasure in his anal pain. God, he loved these people.

 

Harry slid himself underneath Shawn and continued to pull himself off with his right hand while gesturing at Simpson with his left. Shawn of course couldn’t see this. He jolted as the winch tightened before he slowly sank lower, down towards Harry.

 

From Harry’s perspective the view was beyond wondrous. He looked up at the giant low hanging hog belly that swung dangerously above him. It was more blimp than balloon. He couldn’t believe that anyone so young could get so amazingly fat. He reached his own fat-laden arms up and started to grab and paw at the straining sides of Shaw’s monstrous gut with his thick fingers. Shawn shook with pleasure as Harry massaged his bloated stomach. His attention diverted away from the cocks that continued to ram him from both ends by the wonderful sensation of increased digestion that Harry was provoking inside his bloated intestines. He once more noticed just how fucking beautifully overfull he was. He took in just how much his belly weighed as it hung there below him, fully exposed to the force of gravity. Almost 250 lbs of pure fat hung in a ball from his abdomen. His belly was now heavier than he was when he first went to camp.

 

He thought about everything that he had consumed that day, from the 13,000 calorie breakfast to the Starbucks feast, the bbq, the beer, and the desserts. It must have been nigh on 30,000 calories and it was all inside him. Inside his huge heavy belly. He wanted more.

 

He felt his whole body jerk a few inches lower. He was now dangling on top of Harry but not so low that he would actually crush him. His hog belly pushed down on Harry’s fat mound flattening it out. Harry sighed deeply in pleasure and started to kiss and lick as much of Shawn’s fat as he could reach. He continued to jerk himself off until he came violently up against Shawns mid-belly fat.

 

Shawn was winched higher again just as Chris and then the unknown boy came in quick succession deep inside him. Shawn felt the cum running out of his asshole just as Simpson used it as lube to stick himself in. 

 

Shawn looked around the room as his new tall Dutch friend pounded him while swearing loudly in his native language. Some of the other boys who had been wanking constantly around him looked ready to blow. A few of them mounted the bed and began slapping their cocks against him. He felt sticky boy sausages wiping against his tits, belly, thighs, and ass. One boy was rubbing himself in and out of the gap between Shawns tits and upper belly fat rolls. Shawn was still swinging and shaking. Every ounce of fat on his immensely bloated body was jiggling. He had never felt so sexy.

 

Big John started smacking his dick in Shawn’s face as Shawn felt and saw several of the boys erupt. Their fat red puffed-up faces glowed with ecstasy and they lavished Shawn in compliments, “He’s the fattest boy I’ve ever seen.” “He truly has the belly of a whale.” “Feel how soft he is just here. His fat must be three feet deep.”

 

The orgy continued for a long time, with every boy taking his turn on Shawn’s over ripe ass. His hole had never been stretched so wide, so loose. Cum leaked out of it like a small stream making its way down the valley between two fat round lard filled hills. Boys sucked on his erect nipples, licked out his naval, and played with every pound of hanging fat. Several came in his mouth and face, while others jacked off over his back and ass fat. Quite a few of the boys clearly came more than once.

 

Shawn was exhausted, still stuffed, and dripping in sweat and cum. He took a few long deep breaths as he finally started to calm down believing that it was over. But one more boy had yet to take his turn.

 

Shawn had forgotten about Terry Thompson, the 536 lb super chub. TT was really looking forward to this.

 

Shawn eyed the mammoth boy with wonder as he slowly managed to haul his hefty frame onto the bed. This boy was 100 lbs heavier than Shawn, he had never been with a guy this big before. At first TT approached him from the front. Shawn was winched higher into the air in order to save Terry from having to bend down to kiss him. TT planted a big slobbery kiss on Shawn’s cum drenched lips. Ever the fat alpha TT was hoping to see a look of fear in Shawn’s eyes but all he saw was anticipation and delight.

 

“I want to feel every single pound of you inside me,” Shawn whispered.

 

“You will,” TT promised.

 

TT moved around to Shawn’s back end and commanded that the hog be lowered for him. TT was far too fat to fuck standing up so Shawn was lowered onto the bed for the first time that night. His face sank into the cum stained sheets as he was finally able to rest his fat weary head. His gigantic belly splayed out on the mattress, the sheer size of it lifted his ass cheeks up at the perfect angle. He lay there presenting himself to the 500 lb boy who was on his knees inspecting Shawn’s wide gaping hole, that appeared to be breathing cum.

 

TT took a giant fat hand and used it to smack Shawn’s right ass cheek. The fat rippled around the surface of the moon. He did the same to its equally rotund twin. All of the other boys were watching again. Those that had the energy had resumed jacking off, a few of them started to get amorous with each other, while being sure to keep half an eye on the two giants on the bed. Almost 1000 lbs of young boy fat was about to fuck.

 

TT held Shawn’s cheeks wide apart as he slid himself in. His dick didn’t feel that big. Maybe it was because Shawn had already taken seventeen cocks in his ass that night, or maybe it was due to the fact that most of it was buried deep in his fat pad. Shawn wasn’t sure, but it didn’t matter because he could feel all of the weight.

 

TT rested his belly on top of Shawn’s arched ass in the same way that a lot of the other bigger boys had done, but he was by far the heaviest. His massive belly, bloated to a monstrous size by a lifetime of over eating, lay on top of Shawn as he heaved his hips, lost somewhere in a sea of fat rolls, backwards and forwards. Shawn’s ass and lower back fat was pushed down and out to the sides under the sheer weight of TT’s mass. He felt like he was being crushed.

 

Shawn felt wider than ever as his blubber splayed out across the bed, pinned down by the obese monster. His straining stomach felt squashed and squished together under 536 lbs of rocking boy fat. God, he needed to be that fat, and as soon as possible. The pain and delight showed on Shawn’s face, much to the delight of the watching crowd.

 

When TT came, the other boys who were still yanking also finished themselves off for a final time, once more wiping snail trails of cum all over Shawn’s bloated body and face. He had been such a good cum pig.

 

Harry came up to him and presented him with a ribbon.

 

“Congratulations Shawn, You’re now an honorary member of the Yale Gainer Society.”

 

“Really?” Said Shawn confused, “Aren’t I supposed to go through some sort of hazing or initiation for that?”

 

Harry laughed. “Dude? What the fuck do you think just happened to you?”

 

“Oh,” Said Shawn, with a moment of realisation. “I guess for me that wasn’t so different from an average Tuesday night.”

30.

All of the other boys were already asleep when Tom Stanton 315 lbs crept over to Shawn.

 

“Hey man, did you like it?”

 

“Of course I did! I really didn’t know that was your sort of thing though?”

 

“I guess, I’ve come out of myself a bit since I started college.” Tom said. He smiled and looked Shawn in the eye. “Did you cum this evening?” He asked, hopefully.

 

“No,” Shawn said, “Actually not. I guess no one was thinking about me in that sense.”

 

“Well I am,” Said Tom, with a sweet smile.

 

He reached over to Shawn, instructed him to lie on his back and proceeded to milk him dry with his fat heavy butt cheeks.

 

“You’re a good friend, Tom.” Shawn said.

31.

Jeremy was thrilled when Shawn returned. How could anyone go away for just a few days and come back 20 lbs heavier? Shawn had also returned with a new found hunger for gaining. He was now determined to become the biggest gainer on the internet. He told Jeremy that he needed to smash 500 and as quickly as possible.

 

Shawn was thrilled to learn that the pizza video was now at 8,000,000 views and that his other accounts had become massively more successful as a consequence. The viral video netted him a $26,000 bonus and his average monthly income rose to around $5,000. He would soon need it. He used some of the money to set up the UMGS, University of Michigan Gainer Society, an affiliate of the YGS, and invested a tidy amount in continuing to build his online presence and belly.

 

The first meeting of the UMGS took place in a KFC and had eight attendees including Shawn and Jeremy. Shawn paid for everyone’s food as a sweetener. Shawn had really wanted to fill his boots and demonstrate to his new members just how much he could consume but in the end he only ended up with four family buckets. Jeremy had persuaded him that eating too much might intimidate the others who couldn’t be expected to reach his standards at their very first meeting. Shawn was unhappy about this but Jeremy placated him by giving him a handjob under the table while he ate.

 

The only other eaters worthy of noting were two lifelong best friends from Indianapolis, Dillon and Austin. Both were around the 270 lb mark, with punky spiked hair, bad attitudes and foul mouths. Whenever their cakeholes weren’t filled with greasy fried chicken they fucking swore like fucking troopers. They finished off two family buckets each. Shawn took an instant liking to them.

 

The other five boys were all relatively thin and insecure. Jeremy assured them that you didn’t have to be fat to join a gainer society. The whole point was to gain weight, and him and Shawn could certainly help them with that. Shawn boasted about how he was well on his way to doubling his starting weight of 230 lbs. A boy called Kyle stared at him in awe and envy. Kyle had yet to break 200.

 

“Doubling your fucking weight is fucking incredible,” said Dillon.

 

“I want to be a fucking massive cunt just like you,” said Austin.

 

“I’ll show you how,” said Shawn, as he let rip a stinking chicken skin and gravy fart.

32.

Shawn’s determination to get even fatter and become a successful influencer was only matched by his apathy to his studies. He stopped going to class completely and after only a few weeks after returning from Yale he was soon at serious risk of dropping out of college.

 

His next big video was a traditional Korean Mukbang, Bibimbap with Beef. He scoffed down a mere fifteen bowls of Calrose rice, with side bowls of sauteed carrots and mushrooms, namul, spinach, and mung bean sprouts. Traditionally a vegetarian dish Shawn had insisted on the additional fifteen bowls of beef like most Americans when eating Korean food.

 

Unused to consuming so many vegetables his humongous stomach bloated up with gas causing the top of it to swell much more than expected for such a standard sized feast. When the farts started they were long and noisy, “Brrrraaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrp!” His asshole rolled it’s “R’s” much better than most English speakers. The hard blasts from his vibrating hole made his hugely heavy asscheeks quiver and he smiled with excitement as he swallowed the last of his eleventh rice bowl.

 

The professional microphone, that his success had afforded, picked up the sounds perfectly and Jeremy filmed the back of his sagging 56 inch shorts flapping in the breeze. The fart fetishists would love this. The gassy bloating continued as he munched down more and more spinach and mushrooms. Jeremy had luckily moved the camera around to the front just as he blew the top button off his shorts due to his inflating blimp of a belly. 

 

“Oofff!” He loved the new sensation of being full of food and air. He felt like he was going to pop. Maybe it was only the constant escaping air from his stink hole that prevented him from bursting. “Brrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppp.”

 

By the time he finished off the final portion he felt and looked so expanded that he could have been 500 lbs. This realisation made his cock as solid as a rock. It leaked precum as he rubbed and caressed his straining fat ball. Jeremy made sure that his stained boxers were just visible on screen.

 

Shawn knew that he wasn’t really a 500 lb fatty, not yet. Air was much lighter than fat. As much fun as all this gas was, he needed fat. Soft white dripping fat that clogged his arteries, flowed through his veins, grew his liver, and filled every sinew, joint, and tendon. He needed every bone, muscle, and organ to be wrapped and smothered by not just inches but feet of thick soft wobbly adipose. He wanted to be the biggest roundest blob of surplus human fat that ever existed. He needed his belly to swell and grow bigger and bigger on a daily basis. 

 

He needed to eat more calorific foods, more carbohydrates, more saturated fats, more sugars, more gelatin, more protein, more animal fat, more dairy, more highly processed products, more E numbers, more deep fried junk food, more seafood, more fish, shrimp, and crustaceans. More starters, more sides, more mains and more deserts. He needed more French cuisine, more Italian pizzas, pastas and ice cream, more British Sunday roasts, more German sausage, more Thai, Indian, Korean, Japanese, and Chinese curries, more Hungarian goulash, and more Greek and Turkish kebabs. He wanted to eat his way around the world. He wanted to eat the world. He wanted fatter fingers and fatter toes, a fatter mouth and a fatter nose.

 

He wanted to be the fattest boy ever with the biggest belly ever. He wanted to be the fattest American ever. He wanted to win America.

 

“Bbbrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrppppppppppp!” The stink and the vibrations brought him back from his daydreams. He felt the pint of cum leaking out of his dick. He obviously couldn’t see it.

 

The Classic Korean Mukbang got 5,000,000 views.

33.

Henry and Steve were at the YGS house looking at a photo of Shawn on the wall. He was grinning wildly through a face of chocolate cheesecake. Harry was explaining to them how Shawn had been fast-tracked to brotherhood. They felt both sad and proud. If only he could’ve controlled his urges until he had come to visit them. They could all have been fattened, fucked, and hazed together. That would have been perfect. The Three Little Cum Pigs.

 

But instead he had been Shawn. Unable to exert any self-control due to his constant feelings of superiority and rejection. They had created a monster.

 

“I'm sorry to hear that he broke up with you,” Harry said.

 

The twins were confused but not shocked. “Is that what he told you?” They both asked at the same time.

 

“Well, er…, he said that y'all had broken up that morning. Something to do with his Dad.”

 

Henry sighed. “I guess that’s how he must have taken it. We argued about his Dad but no one ever mentioned breaking up,” said Steve.

 

“He jumps to too many assumptions,” said Henry.

 

“Maybe he didn’t mean it?” Suggested Harry, trying to be positive for his friends sake.

 

“More likely he was creating the excuse to keep fucking whoever the hell he wants,” said Steve, saying exactly what Henry was thinking.

 

“He seems a good guy deep down. I hope you guys find a way to work it out.”

 

He’s not, they both thought. “I’m sure we can find a way to forgive him so long as he can find a way to forgive us for whatever it is he imagines we’ve done,” said Henry.

 

“We do still love him,” said Steve.

 

They were interrupted by the door bell. It was three cars of Uber Eats drivers.

 

“Come, let’s get dinner. Everything’s better after dinner,” said Harry.

 

“It is,” said the twins.

34.

Shawn was standing in the Student Liaison Officer’s office. His feet ached and he badly needed to sit down but he didn’t fit in the only chair.

 

“Can you explain to me what has happened with your studies?” Mr Likesboys said.

 

Shawn couldn’t believe that was his name. He must have misheard him. “I’ve had some family issues,” said Shawn. He had prepared his lies.

 

“I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything that I can do to help you with that?”

 

“Not unless you can kill my fucking Dad?”

 

“Umm, I’m afraid not. Look, if you don’t want to talk about it that’s ok…”

 

“I don’t.”

 

“...ok, but you do need to start going to class. At the moment it’s still possible to catch up but if your absences continue as they have been and you can’t give me a better explanation then you will be automatically expelled. There won’t be anything that I can do about it. Do you understand Shawn?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I see that you have been able to focus on your extra-curricular activities,”

 

“Eh?”

 

“You started an official association, UMGS?”

 

“Oh yes, I did. I enjoy that.”

 

“That’s great to hear Shawn. What is it that UMGS does?”

 

“It’s a gainer society.”

 

“What, like bulking?”

 

“Kinda.”

 

“Well that sounds healthy.”

 

“It is.”

 

“That brings me to my next point which is quite a sensitive one.”

 

“Spit it out. I’m big enough to take it.”

 

“Well I’m glad to hear that you’re going to the gym because it is to do with your health. You’ve gained a lot of weight since starting here. In my experience that can be a warning sign of depression or separation anxiety amongst new students. Is this your first time living away from home?”

 

Oh for fucks sakes! Thought Shawn. This cunts a public health nuisance just like my fucking Dad. “No, I’ve not been home for over two years. I fucking told you, I’ve got family issues.”

 

“I see. Well, I want you to go and see the nurse for a check up and some speaking therapy just in case.”

 

“No. I don’t want to.”

 

“Shawn, I was trying to be polite, it wasn’t a request.”

 

“I don’t fucking want to!”

 

“Well you have to if you want to stay here.”

 

“Oh for fucking fucks sake!”

35.

Jake Joseph-Jackson was really starting to enjoy his new job. Yes he was an unpaid intern but he got free accommodation and more importantly free food. The camp would be opening in just under two months. He was looking forward to that. As it was he was being kept busy helping Jim and Gary by carrying out simple admin and preparation tasks. The restaurant was almost finished and he enjoyed hanging out in the new wooden building imagining all of the food that was going to be consumed there that summer. Even as a counsellor he was looking forward to growing fatter than ever at camp. It was going to be his job to show the kids how it was done. At 360 lbs he felt fat but he knew that he could be fatter.

 

He had also become very good friends with the kind and friendly Jim. They had become good drinking buddies and their cabin fridge was always well stocked with beer despite the fact that Jake was only nineteen. Both Jim and Gary thought that the drinking age of twenty one was ridiculous. How a boy could be old enough to be expected to be tortured into fitness in the army but wasn’t considered old enough to have a beer was beyond them. The law was an un-American attack on civil liberties, as bad as any anti-obesity public health drive. And anyway, no one would ever know what was happening at a closed summer camp during the off-season, so it was fine.

 

Jim and Jake would spend their evening alone in the cabin bingeing on the free food and “slamming brewskis.” For better or worse they were becoming fatter and closer bro’s. 

 

Jake needed a bro. He had missed the comradery that he had experienced at camp two years previously. As one of the Round Knights of the Kitchen Table he and his fat friends had saved the camp and rescued over a hundred starving refugees. JIm had told him that they had offered some of his old friends the chance to also return to the camp to work as counsellors but they had all declined. 

 

Jake knew that English Johnny was now at Oxford as they had kept in touch online. In their recent DM’s Johnny had even told him that he had started a gainer society at the world famous university. Apparently it was something that had first started at Yale. His was the first such society in the UK or Europe. The mention of Yale made Jake think about the tubby twins Steve and Henry, camp legends; he knew that they had started there the previous semester. He wondered if they had anything to do with this society? He didn’t know though as he hadn’t spoken to them since leaving camp. The same was true of the King of the Camp, Shawn, who was now at college in Wisconsin or somewhere equally ghastly. He had been in touch with Kai Williams who said that he would love to return to the camp but that it was unlikely as he had moved to Nevada. Kai would regularly send Jake pictures of his newly tanned fat and flabby body in order to tease him. Kai knew that Jake was bi and loved to tease him with his fat rolls. He would caption his pictures with tantalising phrases like, “Come and take a bite of this, Tiger!”

 

Jake really hoped that all of his old friend’s weren’t gone forever. Hopefully Jim was wrong and he would get to eat, laugh, and fart with at least some of them again. He enjoyed these things with his bro Jim but missed being one of the gang.

36.

Shawn opened the door to the nurse's room with a grunt. He was praying that it would be a male nurse. It wasn’t. Of course it fucking wasn’t. Nurse Ratched kindly asked him to take a seat.

 

“Hello Shawn, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”

 

What a fucking odd thing for a nurse to say, thought Shawn. “Hi,” he grunted.

 

“My name’s Sharon McPudgel. I have to say you’re looking very well today.”

 

Shawn eyed her suspiciously. There was something strange about her. He wasn’t expecting her to be so nice. She was plump but not overly so. Good looking, if Shawn had cared to notice, which he didn’t. About thirty years old, with golden shoulder length hair, and round glasses to match her face. Was she trying to lull him into a false sense of security before unleashing her fatphobic attack?

 

“It’s nice to see such a healthy and vibrant looking young man.”

 

What the fuck was with these compliments? Shawn didn’t say anything.

 

“So, I’ve been asked to give you a health check today but I can see already that there’s probably nothing to worry about. Can I start by checking your height?”

 

“Yeah, whatever.”

 

Shawn removed his shoes and stood with his back to a wall next to a measuring stick. He was 5 ft 11 inches, one inch taller than he believed.

 

“Next I need to weigh you. Can you strip to your underwear please?”

 

Here we fucking go, he thought. Shawn unbuttoned his shorts and shook his hips in order to make them fall to the floor. Reaching down to pull them off was far too much effort. His fat ass jiggled delightfully and his belly swayed as he did so. He stepped out of them. Next he lifted his arms and pulled at his XXXXL t-shirt that was really too tight for him. He grunted as he struggled. His huge rolling belly was exposed. Nurse Sharon could see every roll and layer of his stretch mark stained fat. It was blindingly obvious that he had gained a hell of a lot of weight very quickly. 

 

His belly was swollen and blimped out after breakfast. Shawn being Shawn, he had been motivated to eat like a king knowing that he was coming here. It was important to him that he received the best measurements possible. Consequently over 15,000 calories of pastries and pancakes were currently digesting in his lower abdomen. Nurse Sharon noted just how full and swollen his belly appeared to be. She would need to test that in a bit.

 

The t-shirt came off. Shawn stepped on the scale and looked down. All he saw was the top of his massive lard balloon. He smiled. God, he looked fat. He’d have to be careful not to get a boner in front of this bitch when she read out his score.

 

“438 lbs. Impressive.”

 

Shawn couldn’t hide his joy. This was his best score yet.

 

“I see you like being big?”

 

“I do,” smiled Shawn, he had no intention of trying to hide it by lying.

 

“Next I have to figure out your BMI. Not that I like to. Just give me a minute”

 

This comment triggered a memory in Shawn. “Ban BMI” one of the placards had read.

 

“Your BMI is 62. You’re considered class III obese, the highest category. That’s for people with a BMI above 40”

 

“Fucking smashed it!” Said Shawn, though really he was disappointed. He wanted the number to be higher.

 

“According to the BMI system you need to lose almost 250 lbs to regain a healthy weight.”

 

Shawn laughed out loud. He hadn’t been under 200 lbs since he was sixteen. 188 lbs a healthy weight for his height? This was the funniest thing he had heard in a long time. He needed to gain another 250 not lose it.

 

“I have to say that I think BMI is a bullshit measure though. This places you in the fattest one percent of Americans but I bet when we do the other tests that you’re perfectly healthy. BMI measures weight not body fat. There is more than just fat that accounts for your weight, for example you could have big or heavy bones.”

 

Shawn laughed out loud again. He had a big bone but it wasn’t inside his body.

 

“Let’s try to work out your body fat percentage, shall we?”

 

“Oh, yes please! I want to be made of only fat!”

 

Nurse Sharon laughed, “I’d already guessed that,” she said as she poked his rolling love handle. “I’ll get the callipers and tape measure.”

 

Shawn was delighted when she started grabbing at his thick layers of soft fat with the cold metal instrument. She opened the callipers as wide as possible in order to grab the biggest, thickest, rolls of fat available. Once she filled the extended calliper she would pull at his fat trying to stretch it as far out from his body as possible. She noted down the measurements from three specific areas, the chest, abdomen, and thigh. Shawn was mostly interested in the abdomen, he was after all primarily a belly man. He was delighted to discover that his love handles measured 18 inches. 18 inches in a single fat fold that hung pertly and proudly over his sides.

 

After the callipers, Nurse Sharon measured his neck and belly circumference. His standing belly was 74 inches. One inch bigger than the last time he measured it.

 

“Every inch counts,” he told her.

 

“Can I see how full you are right now?”

 

“Of course!”

 

She placed her right hand on the top left side of his blimp and pushed down hard. She had to work her fingers through inches of fat in order to feel his stomach. It was rock hard. She could feel it gurgling away. Next she took out her stethoscope and listened to it. Shawn asked if he could listen. He had never done that. The sound was wonderful. She showed him exactly where to place the stethoscope and what to listen for. She explained the different sounds in the different parts of his digestive system as well as how to feel if his stomach was really at full capacity or not. She told him that it wasn’t.

 

Shawn listened to the loud gurgling and glugging. It sounded like the tide coming in on a stormy day. He could tell how happy his stomach was. He could hear every morsel of food being dissolved and digested. He closed his eyes and thought about the fifty pancakes that he could hear sinking in stomach acid. He listened to their chemical composition being changed by his body, by his belly. He moved the stethoscope lower down his bulge to the underside and listened to his intestines. They were full of thirty different pastries, well the mush that was left of them. He could hear the mush being squeezed through the endless tubes as his digestive system worked its magic and created more fat for him to wear.

 

He opened his eyes to see Nurse Sharon smiling at him. “While you were enjoying that I calculated your body fat percentage.”

 

“Don’t tease me! Just tell me!”

 

“Oh you are a tubby little eager Easter Bunny aren’t you?”

 

“Just tell me already!”

 

“70.4%. That’s how much of you is pure fat.”

 

Shawn’s dick burst out of the front of his boxers. His smile was so big that the Juno space probe could have taken a picture of it. More than two thirds of all of him was nothing but fat. His brain released a gallon of dopamine into his 70.4% body fat and all he could think of was how much he wanted to eat even more and cum.

 

“It’s nice to see such a happy and proud young man but you should probably put that away,” Nurse Sharon said.

 

Twenty years old and 70.4% body fat, thought Shawn as he struggled to reach around his gut to tuck his dick back in his underwear.

 

“You’re not at all like I thought you were going to be,” Shawn said.

 

“I’ve not quite been truthful with you. Or, erm…I’ve not told you everything about why you’re here.”

 

“Go on…” Shawn was extremely curious now. Who was this woman?

 

“I’m a member of ASDAH. I’ve long believed that big can be healthy. Let me show you.”

 

She measured Shawn’s blood pressure. “Look, 119 over 70. Perfect for your age range. There’s nothing wrong with you. The fact that the university seems to think that you need to see a nurse just because you like being fat disturbs me very much. When I was first told about you and passed your notes I got in touch with ASDAH due to my concerns about your treatment and was amazed to discover that you’re already known by them! You met Karen right?”

 

“Yeah that’s right. She helped me fuck up my Dad.”

 

“Yes, Dr Steve Stringer. What a cunt!”

 

“Too fucking right!”

 

“Karen has asked me if I can take some photos of your examination that we can use in our publications to show that fat is healthy. She said she mentioned it to you before?”

 

“She said something about being a poster boy.”

 

“Exactly. You’ll be paid for it.”

 

“Awesome, what do you need me to do?”

 

“Well, rather stupidly I’ve already finished the examination, and your bloat from breakfast is starting to go down. If it’s ok with you we can refill that tank so that you’re looking your best and then go through the examination again, only this time taking some photos. Who knows you might even get a higher score!”

 

“Refill the tank with what? Have you got food in here?” Shawn's eyes started to frantically dart about the room searching for more delicious nutrients, but found nothing.

 

“Well it’s not really food but I’ve got a whole cupboard here full of weight gain powder. We could make some shakes and funnel feed them to you?”

 

Shawn’s stomach growled angrily in anticipation of some of the best news it had heard in ages. “I’m not gonna register a higher score, I’m gonna fucking smash it outa the park!”

 

“Good boy!”

37.

Nurse Sharon unlocked a cabinet in the corner of the room and took out a large tub of Banana flavoured Serious Mass, a mixing jug, and a funnel.

 

“This is 379 calories per 100g. A recommended portion is 334g once or twice a day,” she explained.

 

“Can you speak in fucking English please?”

 

“I can’t convert metric to pounds and ounces in my head. I guess you’re most interested in the calorie content though?”

 

“Absolutely!”

 

“One recommended portion is 1267 calories.”

 

“And how many portions are you planning to give me?”

 

“Well, you look very hungry and malnourished. You clearly have a lot of capacity for gains. As a medical professional I recommend that we start you with a double portion and then just see how many more we can fit into that starving stomach of yours.”

 

Shawn wasn’t used to being teased like this by a woman. It felt weird. Most women repulsed him, but there was something about this nurse, so he decided to go with it. For his stomach's sake. His belly needed this.

 

She mixed sixteen tablespoons of the powder into 500ml of water. It formed a thick yellow shake which Sharon took time to stir thoroughly. She instructed Shawn to sit up on the green examination table. She helped him lift his huge heavy legs up and he leaned back against the support so that he was sitting upright on the table. His gut stuck out in front of him and rested on his thick thighs. He was already monstrously fat and about to get even fatter.

 

“Have you ever been fed through a funnel before?”

 

“Of course I have. Who do you think I am?” He lied.

 

He opened wide and she placed the bottom of the funnel in his mouth. His stomach gurgled in anticipation. The shake was not very sweet but it was thick and bananary. It slid down his throat with ease in just a few seconds. He felt the heavy paste settle in his already full stomach. It gave him a little satisfaction.

 

“Let’s give that a moment to settle,” she said in a teasing manner. “That was 500 grams of carbohydrates and 100 grams of protein.”

 

“I fucking told you to speak English,” he said impatiently.

 

“I think it’s about a pound of carbs.”

 

“It’s not enough.”

 

She listened to his stomach digesting the shake through her stethoscope and placed her hand on top of it to feel the fullness.

 

“I agree,” she said, and went to mix a second dose.

 

She gave the stethoscope to Shawn so that he could listen to his stomach gurgling while he swallowed the next portion.

 

Once more the funnel was placed between his greedy lips. He listened intently and stared at the top of his dome of fat, determined to see it rise. The thick shake glooped down his gullet. As it started to enter his gut the noise from within doubled with delight. He once more took it all down in one and his belly rose. He spat the empty funnel out.

 

“Did you see that!?” He rested a fat heavy hand on the top left of his blimped belly. “It got bigger. I saw it! It got bigger!”

 

“I saw,” she said calmly. Let me just check. She placed her own hand on his fat and listened.

 

“That’s what 5000 calories in a few minutes will do for you.” She smiled sweetly at him. “But, I think there’s still room for more.”

 

“Oh definitely!”

 

The third shake disappeared as quickly as the first two. Shawn heard, saw, and felt his belly swell. He was luxuriantly full now. His stomach strained at the seams as it struggled to contain yet another half litre of gloriously thick gainer shake. They both listened to it as it worked its magic. 

 

“More!” Shawn shouted.

 

The good nurse didn’t argue and mixed up a fourth shake. Sixteen more tablespoons of weight gain powder were stirred into yet another jug of thick heavy protein shake. Shawn’s belly ached wonderfully as he arched his fat neck back and opened wide. The shake poured in at pace. It slithered down his oesophagus, through his chest and piled into his packed stomach bag. Sharon removed the funnel and he let out a deep, long and loud, pleasurable sigh. His blimped out belly was now noticeably distended compared to before they started the feeding session. Sharon once more listened to his stomach. It was completely stuffed to capacity.

 

She looked into his deep watery eyes. They were wide open and beaming with joy. She couldn’t tell, because it was buried under his whale sized stomach, but Shawn was as hard as a rock and leaking pre-crum all over his boxers. His belly felt so superbly heavy and his dick was trapped, stuck against his fat thigh, under all of the weight of it. It felt warm and sticky. She knew as a medical professional that she really shouldn’t let this kid consume any more. He was dangerously full.

 

“Again!” He demanded.

 

She paused for half a second before mixing the fourth batch.

 

Shawn was in real pain now, but he loved it. The fourth shake seemed to go down much slower but it still found its intended target. Shawn felt his stomach bag stretch, forced to grow under the ever increasing force of the food inside it. His belly rose again and he was thrilled to hear it screaming at him through the stethoscope.

 

“I think that’s enough now. You look bloated to hell. This will make for some wonderful photos.”

 

“No! I want more!”

 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’ve consumed 10,000 calories in under half an hour.”

 

“I’ve eaten way more before,” he protested.

 

“Not so quickly, you can’t have?”

 

“Maybe not. But I know that I can take more. Please? I need it!”

 

“I’m not sure.”

 

“But I’m a measly little starving boy. I need to gain mass desperately. You said so yourself.” He stared at her with his big puppy dog eyes. “Please, Nurse? I thought you wanted to help me?”

 

The cute little boy trick worked. “One more,” she said and went to mix yet another 500ml shake. Shawn smiled wickedly. The same trick had always worked on his Gran when he wanted another portion of her pumpkin pie. He still had it.

 

The funnel was reinserted into his gaping mouth and the final shake was poured slowly in. Sharon wanted to be careful to ensure that he didn’t throw it straight back up. He really was far too full to be consuming any more.

 

As Shawn felt the thick heavy liquid slide into his stomach he could feel himself getting heavier. His belly felt heavier and harder than ever. It felt like the weight of the shakes was forcing itself directly up against his G-spot. He once more spat the empty funnel out and groaned loudly as he came heavily in his stretched out XXXXL boxers. He had consumed more than 12,500 calories in a little over half an hour and the sheer pleasure of doing so had caused his dick to erupt. The sight of his belly growing in front of him, stretched out, fuller and harder than ever before had just been too much to contain. He sat on the table smiling like a goon, his face puffed out and red from the exhaustion of so much belly pleasure.

 

Surely not? Sharon thought to herself. But when she helped him off to the table to his feet it was more than obvious that he had. His boxers were drenched in it.

 

“You need to put your shorts back on to cover that up for the photos,” she said.

 

38.

Shawn’s belly was as big and as round as a planet. He stood staring at himself in the full length mirror on the wall. He stroked the top of his dome. It felt like his stomach was packed full with bricks. Nurse Sharon had helped him back into his shorts as he was far too full to bend down. They hadn’t even bothered trying to do the buttons back up, his belly was so swollen and expanded that it was obvious that it was never going to happen.

 

Shawn was so happy and self-satisfied. He looked wonderful. He really was going to be the fattest boy ever.

 

Sharon took some photos of him while he was in such a glowing post-coital, post-feeding state. She took photos of him and his belly from every angle. She had to stand quite far back in order to get all of him in frame. She circled around him snapping away. She asked him to take several different poses in order to accentuate his fat. He stood with his hands on his wide hips in order to proudly show off his blimped out gut from the front and lent on the examination table in order to stick out his huge round ass.

 

She got him to take ‘birds eye’ photos of his ballooned belly from above and lay on the floor beneath him in order to take some ‘up shots’ of his thick thighs and massively swollen under-gut. His overhang was enormous and loomed over her like a rising balloon. The fly on his shorts was forced wide open into a wide V shape under the weight and size of his mammoth belly. She zoomed in and took several close ups of that, his stretch marks, his muffin top, his deep navel, his massive moobs, and his back fat. She took pictures of his pudgy arms and legs and finished by pulling the label out of the back of his shorts so that everyone could see that they were 4 XL’s that he was bursting out of. A thick roll of back fat hung over his shorts, and huge circular ass cheeks, as the label stuck out like the cheeky tongue of a happy little boy. That will make the perfect cover shot, she thought.

 

“Can we take my measurements again now?”

 

The answer was affirmative. Shawn stepped on to the scale in anxious anticipation. He was 444 lbs. He had gained 6 lbs. Sharon explained to him that that was pretty much the weight of the gainer shakes that were currently digesting in his stomach and that in the long term he might gain two or three pounds from their session. He scowled at her angrily. What does this fucking dumb bitch know? As far as he was concerned everything he ate turned to fat.

 

Next she retook his measurements. Shawn was super excited to know how wide he was around the middle now. He knew that he had grown, he had seen it with his own eyes. He had felt it. He still felt it. Sharon set the camera up on a tripod and set it to automatic so that she could record the measurements. His belly was now 76 inches around. He had managed to push it out another two inches. No wonder his shorts didn’t do up! He was elated. Sharon knew better this time than to mention that the effect might not last.

 

Instead she told him his new BMI of 63.7 and worked out his body fat percentage of 71.6. Shawn was overjoyed and she took more photos of the happy, beaming, lard-pumped boy.

 

Finally, Shawn tried to put his t-shirt back on and she took more photos of him while he struggled. He gave up after less than a minute and threw it in the trash can. He didn’t need it. He would never fit in it again.

 

He waddled out of the campus health centre with his blimped out, ballooned belly, proudly on show for all the world to see. He had consumed over 27,000 calories that morning, a new personal record, and the more students who stared at him because of it the better. 

 

He thought about how he would go back to his room for a short nap before texting Jeremy to arrange the feast for that evening's video. He was determined to prove the bitch wrong. There was no way in hell that he was going to allow himself to lose a single pound that he had gained through his visit to the nurse.

 

Sharon McPudgel thought that she would just have to pleasure herself when she got home that night. She couldn’t believe that he had taken in 12,000 calories in one go. Why did all of the best ones have to be gay?

39.

Shawn spent the next three weeks eating, farting, stuffing, and burping. As the weather was getting warmer he barely bothered to dress, plodding around his dorm room in just his boxers. He spent most of his time with Jeremy who filmed his slothful slovenly habits.

 

He hardly ever showered, instead choosing to enjoy his own stink. He loved that his sweat smelled of meat and gravy. The dorm was never cleaned and take away bags, food cartons, and wrappers of all sorts littered the floor. He only ever went out to go to the dinner hall and to KFC twice a week for the UMGS meetings. Every Saturday night the gainer society would party and feast in his room, only adding to the fat mess.

 

The new fraternity was growing, mostly due to his online popularity, and a handful of new members would turn up every week, keen to emulate their hero. Shawn now had over 200,000 YouTube subscribers and only a few less on Instagram. His Tumblr was also taking off and over a 1,000 people had subscribed to his OnlyFans or paid to view a video. He was making good money and saw no reason to go to class.

 

His belly was of course still growing as he gorged his profits on White Castle, Taco Bell, and Jack in the Box (newly opened in Michigan much to his joy), on top of his free lunch hall pass. He still enjoyed McDonald’s, Burger King, KFC, Dominos, Papa Johns, and packed his paunch with Panda Express. One of his online challenges was to stuff himself with every type of fast food available. That video received 6,000,000 views.

 

Jeremy would give him sexual favours after every stuffing and weigh in. Shawn was sucked and fucked on a daily basis ensuring that he was receiving plenty of reward for his endeavors, allowing him to put Steve, Henry, and his Dad to the back of his mind. He loved being stretched to capacity every single day. He loved feeling his belly swell out and grow in front of him. It was just like being back at camp and he couldn’t wait to become a 500 lb freshman.

 

40.

The biweekly YGS barbecue was just getting underway. The spring evening sun was still shining in Connecticut and every bro was there in their matching t-shirts, including the newest members Henry and Steve Bunterson.

 

The globular twins were heaping sausages and steaks onto their plates when Simpson approached them.

 

“Don’t go too hard boys, as newbs you know that you’re going to be Hog-tied in a bit?”

 

“Don’t worry about us,” Henry said, just as he stuffed a sausage into his mouth.

 

“We may be new members but we’re certainly not newbs at this game,” said Steve, as he shook his giant ball belly at Simpson before popping a sausage into his own mouth.

 

“Ha, I guess not!” Said Simpson, simultaneously patting the top of Steve’s globe.

 

The sensation of having his belly touched by the tall Dutchman’s large soft hand made Steve and Henry shiver. God, he missed such contact.

 

Harry came over to join them carrying a tray of beers. Each boy took a party cup and downed their beer in a single mouthful. They burped loudly, took another beer each, picked up their overloaded plates and took a seat at one of the benches.

 

The twins ate at an exorbitant rate. They crammed their mouths full of so much meat that their cheeks swelled out even further than they normally did. They swallowed quickly and took more huge handfuls. Food was their only comfort.

 

“Wow! You boys really can eat! I’m impressed!” Said Harry.

 

“Yeah, I’ve not seen an appetite like that since Shawn was here,” added Simpson.

 

Harry scowled at him and gave him the eye to let him know that he had said something he shouldn’t. Steve noticed Harry’s look.

 

“It’s ok,” said Henry, “You don’t have to pretend that he doesn’t exist.”

 

“I just don’t want anything to upset you guys. Especially not today, this BBQ is to celebrate you becoming full brothers.”

 

“Sorry,” Said Simpson, “I didn’t think.”

 

“No worries,” said Steve, “Like Henry said, we can’t ignore him. Shawn is a big part of this community…”

 

“And getting bigger,” Simpson interrupted.

 

“Er..yeah..exactly,” said Henry, “So as I was saying, Shawn is a big part of this community and a huge part of our lives.”

 

“We love and miss him deeply,” said Steve.

 

“Do you think you guys will ever make it up?” Harry asked.

 

“I don’t know. Maybe?” said Henry.

 

“Have you spoken to him? Got any plans to meet him again?” Simpson enquired, asking one more question than was necessary.

 

“No. Not directly,” Steve said, “But there may be an opportunity in a few months. We don’t know yet,” continued Henry.

 

“Well, that sounds like there’s hope,” Simpson said.

 

“Sounds good to me. A cooling off period for everyone to get their heads straight,” said Harry.

 

Steve and Henry were about to respond to this comment when Bog John came up behind them and hog-tied their arms together.

 

“I can’t wait to see which one of them can eat the most,” Simpson said naively.

 

In three minutes both Bunterson brothers pigged down exactly five and a quarter family sized chocolate cheesecakes. When they lifted their fat cake covered faces concurrently they both smiled and licked their lips in that cute way that would have made Shawn blow his load immediately. Their twin bellies applauded thunderously on the inside, overjoyed with the mountain of sickly sugar and cream that they had just been fed. Steve heard Henry’s stomach gurgle loudly. He smiled at him and looked knowingly into his identical blue eyes.

 

“I think my brother’s still hungry. Can we do that again?” said Henry.

 

The Yale Gainer Society was going to make the Buntersons even fatter than they already were.

41.

Shawn groaned in almost orgasmic pleasure, but he held it in. He was used to edging through eating by now. He clenched his massive right butt cheek and let out a long trumpet call. This relieved the pressure a bit, for now. He picked his bottle back up and took another huge swig.

 

His belly was as at least as extended and bloated as it had been during his visit to the nurse. But he wasn’t finished yet. His mountainous fat mount was red and swollen at the top and down his left hand side. The bloat was obvious and the camera picked it up perfectly.

The Coke and Mentos Bloat Live Stream Competition had been his idea and he was determined to win. He was always going to win. The other five competitors were new members of UMGS and although two of them were already significantly obese at 295 lbs they clearly lacked the capacity or experience to challenge their leader and swore like sailors due to the pain in their bellies.

 

Jeremy was behind the camera closely watching the action and the number of viewers. It was currently at just over 56,000. Fifty six thousand boys sat in their bedrooms jacking it and eating cookies and crisps, while watching these six cute fat boys swell their bellies up so gloriously. Shawn was having a positive effect on America’s youth.

 

His closest competitor gave up after two and a half bottles. An incredible feat. He rubbed his solid aching belly and burped loudly and constantly for the next three minutes while Shawn continued to glug.

 

All eyes were now on the human blimp. He looked like the Hindenburg about to explode. His whole abdomen had now turned red. The pain caused by the build up of an almost impossible amount of gas collecting in his digestive system was unbearably delightful. It was a very different feeling to being stuffed this full with food, but he still fucking liked it. He felt like every inch of his intestines had been bloated and expanded wider in order to contain all of the gas. Because they had.

 

His stomach, nowhere near as heavy as when full of food, felt solid like steel. As he took another glug and dropped the fourth empty bottle on the floor he thought about how stretched his stomach now was and how he hoped that it would stay that size so that he could eat more than ever tomorrow.

 

He burped and farted simultaneously as the other boys all took that as a cue that he was done. They cheered loudly, raised his arms in glory, and slapped his drum like belly. He screamed in pain, but they didn’t stop. Jeremy spoke to the camera.

 

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The other five fat boys removed their underwear and formed a circle around Shawn. He had gained a taste for bukkake. They poked and prodded at their own and his hugely ballooned belly and began to tug. The support was removed from behind him and he lay down flat on the bed. The slight change in body position caused him to release a ton of noxious gas as he just managed to reach around his whale sized gut to begin pulling on himself.

 

His solid swollen stomach was perfectly round. The arch of it was at least three feet above the mattress even when he was lying flat. All six fat boys began to moan as some of them sucked on his basketball tits, fingered his naval, and stroked his mammoth belly as they stroked themselves. They were all having such a good time that no one noticed a large man enter the room and hang back by the door.

 

Shawn watched his new friends’ bellies and tits jiggle as they jerked. They looked so soft and ripe, so ready to be fattened up to the extreme. He looked at his own monster of a gut and thought about how sweet they would all look with the same size belly as him. It wasn’t just his duty to become as fat as possible; he now wanted to make as many other American boys as fat as possible as well. They all deserved to feel as good as he did. It was their birthright, and God it would piss off his Dad.

 

He ejaculated wildly all over the lower half of his bloated ball shaped belly. He shot so hard that some of it even reached up and into his belly button. The sight of the whale blowing caused his fat friends to cum as well as they joyfully drenched his tightly swollen gut in pints of fresh jizz. They all retreated to the bathroom to clean up, leaving Shawn lying on the bed, breathing heavily, fingering the cascade of cum that iced his belly. Jeremy shut off the camera.

 

Mr Bjorn Bunterson, Attorney at Law, stepped forward out of the shadow that he had been hiding in. An impressive feat for a man of his stature.

 

“Hello Shawn, It’s good to see you. Can you please put some pants on? We need to talk.”

42.

Shawn’s face was now bright red with embarrassment. He now had pants and was sitting in a large armchair in the corner of the dorm. His belly was still on display though and smothered in drying cum. He was too shocked and distracted by his own thoughts to think to clean it. Jeremy and the other boys had made a hasty retreat. If it had been his own Dad who had walked in then he wouldn’t have minded it at all. In fact it would have been fucking hilarious to see the look on his face. But Mr Bunterson was different. He liked Bjorn. He had always been so good to him. For the first time in a very long time he felt kind of ashamed.

 

Mr Bunterson on his part was looking very calm and reflective. He showed no signs of shock, anger, or disgust from the scene that he had just witnessed and didn’t seem fazed at all by having to look at Shawn’s 450 lb cum encrusted belly.

 

“I’m here because I got a call from your Student Liaison Officer, Mr Likesboys.” Shawn still couldn’t believe that that was his name.

 

“He says that you’re still not going to class and are on the verge of being kicked out.” Shawn just stared at the floor.

 

“I’m going to come straight to the point. I like you Shawn, but I’m a businessman and I’m not going to spend thousands and thousands of dollars on college tuition for someone who doesn’t go to class. I have already informed Mr Likesboys that I am withdrawing my financial support and as a result you will be disenrolled tomorrow.”

 

“Please Mr Bunterson?” Was all that Shawn could think to say.

 

“There’s no point begging, it’s already happened.” Shawn continued to stare at the floor.

 

“As much as I’m disappointed by your academic failure here, I know that college isn’t for everyone and I firmly believe that your talents lie elsewhere. You are a smart and talented boy. I’ve been following your business online, the growth of the gainer societies at multiple universities and the work that you’ve done with ASDAH.  I’m very impressed that you have managed to make a living as an influencer. That’s not as easy as a lot of people think it is. It takes real talent and dedication. You’re a great salesman and advertiser, Shawn, and I don’t think you recognise it yet. Other people follow you, you have real leadership skills, and I think you would be much better focusing on business.”

 

“Thank you,” Shawn mumbled, “S-so…you want me to just live off what I’m already doing?”

 

“Not exactly. I’m impressed by what you’ve already achieved but you need some real work experience as well. You’ll hate me for saying this but as a leader you need to learn responsibility and that only comes through hard work.” 

 

The ‘W’ word sent a cold shiver down Shawn’s spine. He hadn’t felt his spine buried beneath his layers for at least two years.

 

“You’re probably not aware but I have recently bought a majority share in the camp…,” Shawn looked up at him for the first time, showing a look of genuine surprise. “...as such I’ve been able to arrange for you to work there this summer.”

 

“But I hate work.”

 

“Shawn, you've never worked. You will work at the camp this summer. Either that or go back to your parents. You’ll be a counsellor and work alongside Jim and Gary helping out with some of the administration.”

 

“But I hate work.”

 

“They will report to me on your progress. Your friend Jake is also interning there this summer and I will be sending the boys along as well.

 

Shawn narrowed his eyes at the mention of Steve and Henry.

 

“I know you guys have had a falling out and are on a break at the moment but I think meeting up at the camp may well be a good opportunity to talk through whatever it is that you need to in a neutral and comfortable environment.”

 

On a break? Is that what they had told him?

 

“You will of course have access to the food and facilities when you’re not working so I know that you will have a good time.”

 

“I don’t really have any choice, do I?”

 

“No Shawn, you don’t.”

Three years after he had first been sent there, Shawn was once more going to fat camp. Against his will.