"My Dad and I had a burger just now."
"No prob, buddy. You don't have to eat but a guy like me has to fuel the motor. It ain't easy being so big. Keep me company and I'll entertain you with my stupendous athletic record. "
Matt shrugged and followed his bulky room mate, already wondering if Clint would be more than Matt could handle.
"Do me a favor, roomie." Clint pleaded. "Load a plate up. That way I don't have to slow down."
"Sure,: Matt answered and followed Clint to the table.
"It never used to be such a problem before I got so big. Now I have to eat all the time to keep these muscles. Still, I'd rather be a 290 pound muscle stud than a 145 pound cross country runner. Trust me I've been both and this is much better. Do me one more favor and load up a tray with desert while I get seconds.
Two hours later Clint sighed and leaned back to massage a noticeably rounder belly.
"I used to have abs." Clint confessed but as I bulked up it became a choice between lifting big and a v-shaped torso. I went for strong."
Matt and Clint went back to their room and almost immediately Clint was asleep, snoring like a buzzsaw.
Over the first month of school, Matt discovered that Clint was a pretty nice guy who basically had two interests- weight lifting and keeping his belly stuffed. Matt became Clint's wingman making sure that the big man got his fill at every meal. To show his appreciation, Clint offered to help Matt build some muscles.
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