After six months of gluttony and both you and Wyatt are fatter then ever before. Its the week before winter break and you two are slouched on the couch, panting from the dozen or so large pizzas you just inhaled. Looking down you observe you're XXL shirt has ridden right up to your soft chest. You don't even bother to pull it down. You roll your head to see Wyatt for the first time since you started eating half and hour ago. Crusts and boxes lie everywhere. Wyatt lay sauce covered and groaning, clutching his big soft belly. His shirt was a large, but on his new mass it was skintight.
"Hey, Wy."
"Huh-urrrp?"
"Go get the ice cream."
He blinks stupidly at you. "You're kidding."
"You gotta have dessert, man!"
He groans again and lets out another low belch. "I can't even get up let alone eat another bite."
You let loose an earsplitting burp that puts your friend to shame. You pat the sides of your belly a bit then lurch off the couch. You return with an entire 5-gallon bucket of vanilla and crash onto the couch, gut sloshing. You take a second to knead your fat before hunching over your desert and ravaging it. It's mostly thawed and really soft so you start gobbling it down without slowing.
"How can you still eat like that? You eat twice what I did!"
You turn to your friend and open your mouth to say something, but accidentally burp in his face instead.
"Sorry. You gotta eat bigger to get bigger."
"But I thought you were gonna let me catch up! You agreed!"
You shrug your thick shoulders and turn back to the business at hand.
"You're problem dude. I never said I'd slow down getting fat. I like gaining too, you know."
The ice cream is melted enough that you can turn the bucket up and chug down the remnants.
"Dude that's cheap! We were gonna be the fattest on campus together!"
You slow down to avoid brain freeze.
"We will be. I like to eat man, and I won't slow down. You just need to be a bigger pig." Before you can start on the ice cream again Wyatt snatches it from you and slowly, with several pauses for breath, chugs the entire thing! You sit by in silence until he's completely done. He wipes his lips and belches so forcefully that a fine spray of vanilla sprays out of his throat.
"Thata boy!"
Wyatt slips down so that he's fully reclined and puts his feet up. He burps again the clutches desperately at his belly and moans like a sick pregnant woman.
"Done... no more tonight."
You slap his belly playfully.
"Good. More for me to eat at dinner." You smile hoping he takes the bait.
"Screw you! I'll be hungry again at dinner! You won't get away with being the biggest on campus for long."
"Good man. You keep it up and you'll be my size soon!"
"How much do you weigh anyhow?"
"Dunno. 350, 360, something like that."
"You're kidding me! You're still a hundred pounds fatter than me?! You only weighed 300 at the start of the semester!"
"Don't sweat it, man. You'll get to eat more this way."
"Yeah, that's cool... but I really wanted to catch up."
"Eat more."
"That's cold."
"Too bad tubby."
Before you can plot out your dinner plans your roommates come home. Are they bummed that they couldn't join in or are they grossed out?
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