![]() He was schocked when the scale read 205 pounds – that was over thirty pounds in two and a half months! Though all the guys on the campus were looking like him – hearty, well-fed All-American guys. He decided it was time to go to the gym – at least to work on his pecs and weigh himself. Troy felt his chest bounce slightly whenever he walked down stairs at school. Their bellies and beginning love handles jiggled as they walked down the hall to the showers. The next month, Troy noticed that all the guys in the dorm were starting to get as fat as he was getting. They laughed and dialed the number for Dominos. Looks like those pizzas are catchin’ up with us.” He lifted up his belly to show his pants were unbuttoned as well. His belly, once barely chubby, was now fat and sagging over his pants. Mikey was at the computer, noticing Troy’s unbuttoned shorts. Later that night, Troy flipped on the TV and took off his sweatshirt and relaxed with a pint of Chubby Hubby. He put on an extra large sweatshirt that covered the undone button and his new layer of fat and went out for his usual six Dunkin’ Donuts before heading out for class. He decided today he’d leave them unbuttoned. He had noticed his shorts had been getting tight lately but usually he could button them up by sucking in. He tried buttoning them but they wouldn’t close. Troy shrugged and pulled on his 33” cargo shorts. His belly drooped a little over the elastic waistband. One morning, after getting out of the shower, Troy put on his gray boxer briefs and noticed they were skin tight on his ass. At night, Mikey and him would order two large Dominos pizzas and drink back a couple beers. He liked sitting in the room with the TV on, doing his homework, or surfing the web. He thought about going for a run but felt too lazy. ![]() “I’ll still hit the gym and run, you know? It will all balance out in the end.”īut in the next few weeks, Troy was too busy with schoolwork. Troy shrugged, biting into his ice cream bar. One night in their room, while noticing Troy’s softening middle, Mikey patted his roommate on the stomach and said, “Careful buddy, you’re gonna get fat.” He would meet Mikey after class and they would go back to the food court for lunch-usually a couple quarterpounders, fries, chocolate shakes, and a couple Ben & Jerry’s chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream bars. In the mornings, he would get six donuts (chocolate or jelly filled) and wash them down with a quart of whole milk. Then he went back for a pint of Chubby Hubby which he brought with him to his room to eat before falling asleep. On his first day for dinner, he got two quarterpounders, a large fry, a large Coke, and a slice of cheesecake drizzled with chocolate syrup. ![]() The best part was that he had tons of points on his meal plan. There were lots of options there: sodas, pizza, pasta, McDonald’s, Dunkin’ Donuts and pints of Ben & Jerry’s. So far, his favorite part of college was the food court. “Nah,” he said, “I don’t really give a shit.” Mikey grinned and sat up in his chair-his torso jiggling a little-he was starting to get soft in the pecs and waist. Noticing his eating habits, Troy asked him at the beginning of the year, “Yo Mikey, don’t you think you should go to the gym or run or something?” Peppers that his parents had left for him. In fact, Mikey would sit at his computer whenever he was in the room and eat bags of potato chips, Domino’s Pizza and drink the seemingly endless supply of Dr. His roommate Mikey liked to sit around his room shirtless and surf the web. He would pass his dormmates as they went to the showers-towels around their waists and say “What’s up?” to them while secretly lusting after their semi-soft middles, deep belly buttons, and smooth, hard chests. Troy himself had a blond crew cut, blue eyes and a tan from going to the beach with his buddies. His dorm was full of laid back jock-types. He was going to play at college but his Mom was strict on him and thought he should concentrate on his studies. ![]() He had played sports in high school and at 170 and 6’1, he was lean, tall and muscular. ![]()
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