The Saxon Master
29th September 2009, 10:15 PM
This is my first story, so be gentle.
Chapter I
Thomas always felt alone in his circle of friends at University. They were all ranging from the reasonably chubby to the one guy who was definitely obese. Yet Thomas was incredibly skinny. He weighed a measly 90st and was 6ft. His ribs were so visible, it gave him the impression that he was wasting away. As the first year went by, he began to lament how he couldn't get fat, however hard he tried.
"Damn my body and it's stupid metabolism..." he would often say quietly to himself as he watched his friends enjoy the bigger lifestyle with envy. They had no idea of his desire to get fat and he didn't know how to tell them for fear of how they would react. That is until, his wish finally became truth.
One Tuesday afternoon, just exiting a lecture, Thomas noticed his "reasonably chubby" friend, Michael, approaching him with a sincere look upon his face.
"Tom? Can I speak to you for a sec?"
"Sure," said Thomas.
"In here," said Michael indicating towards an empty side room. They slipped inside.
"That's better," said Michael closing the door with a quiet slam. Thomas looked around, he was slightly puzzled by all this, and wondered what was going on with Michael.
"Michael, are you in trouble or something?"
"What? No, no, it's nothing to do with me. I wanted to talk to you, about you."
"oh, what's up?" said Thomas now positively convinced that he had no idea what Michael would say next.
"I've been watching you for the last couple of weeks. Every time we go out, you always make sure you eat the most fattening foods and rub your belly a lot..."
Thomas looked slightly guilty at this..."What, you mean, you saw me doing that?"
"Yeah" said Michael, laughing. "Anyway, I was wondering, are you trying to gain weight, like get fat and such?"
Thomas considered this, and for a brief while a inpenetrable silence fell upon the two friends until he finally managed to answer.
"Yes."
Michael grinned. "That's fantastic. I've always said you'd look so much better with some extra weight, like the rest of us. Can I tell the others? They've all noticed as well and they really want to help." Thomas paused for a longer while as he pondered this idea over in his mind. At long last he spoke.
"Yeah, I need all the help, I can get. But can I get the most help from you?"
"Sure, you know I like you," said Michael and for a moment anyone entering the room at that time would have not failed to miss the spark of chemistry between the two best friends.
****
And so the process began. Every evening, when they got back to their flat, the six housemates would sit around the table and help Thomas towards his goal. Michael set up a chart and pinned it to the wall, it read:
Thomas L. Spicton's Weight Gain Extravanaganza
Week One Week Two Week Three Week Four Week Five Week Six etc
Weight
at end
of week
lbs
gained
Progress
As the weeks went by, Michael would fill out the chart. Before long it was reading "Weight at end of week ten: 150lbs...." With all his friend's help, Thomas was finally becoming the man he'd always desired to be. As his other friends could only feed him up at certain times, most of his feeding came, as arranged, from Michael in one of the bedrooms.
***
One night they found themselves alone in Thomas' bedroom as Michael began his routine of feeding him chocolate cake and chocolate biscuits and burgers and all such types of fattening foods. However on this night the chemistry between the two was definitely growing, as Thomas threw off his tightening shirt in order to let the growing belly breathe better. Michael placed his left hand on Thomas' belly and rubbed whilst his right hand held a cheeseburger which Thomas was munching into with delight. In less than two minutes the entire greasy food had been consumed and Michael began to lift his hand from Thomas' belly, as all the food had been eaten, but Thomas placed his hand on Michael's and held it there.
"Don't go yet, I'm enjoying your company." Thomas said. Michael smiled and began rubbing again. "Take your shirt off, let me rub yours. It's only fair," said Thomas looking longingly at Michael's wider girth. Obligingly, Michael unbuttoned his shirt and chucked it on the floor. The two friends lay down on the bed, patting, rubbing and stroking each other's bellies. After around ten minutes of this, they were beginning to get tired and knew they'd soon have to part. Thomas lifted his hand from Michael's belly but instead of getting up, he lay his head down on his belly and looked up at Michael with adoration in his eyes. Thomas lifted his head up to stare directly at Michael's and as the two of them lay there on the bed, so close to each other, they shared there first kiss...
To be continued.
Chapter I
Thomas always felt alone in his circle of friends at University. They were all ranging from the reasonably chubby to the one guy who was definitely obese. Yet Thomas was incredibly skinny. He weighed a measly 90st and was 6ft. His ribs were so visible, it gave him the impression that he was wasting away. As the first year went by, he began to lament how he couldn't get fat, however hard he tried.
"Damn my body and it's stupid metabolism..." he would often say quietly to himself as he watched his friends enjoy the bigger lifestyle with envy. They had no idea of his desire to get fat and he didn't know how to tell them for fear of how they would react. That is until, his wish finally became truth.
One Tuesday afternoon, just exiting a lecture, Thomas noticed his "reasonably chubby" friend, Michael, approaching him with a sincere look upon his face.
"Tom? Can I speak to you for a sec?"
"Sure," said Thomas.
"In here," said Michael indicating towards an empty side room. They slipped inside.
"That's better," said Michael closing the door with a quiet slam. Thomas looked around, he was slightly puzzled by all this, and wondered what was going on with Michael.
"Michael, are you in trouble or something?"
"What? No, no, it's nothing to do with me. I wanted to talk to you, about you."
"oh, what's up?" said Thomas now positively convinced that he had no idea what Michael would say next.
"I've been watching you for the last couple of weeks. Every time we go out, you always make sure you eat the most fattening foods and rub your belly a lot..."
Thomas looked slightly guilty at this..."What, you mean, you saw me doing that?"
"Yeah" said Michael, laughing. "Anyway, I was wondering, are you trying to gain weight, like get fat and such?"
Thomas considered this, and for a brief while a inpenetrable silence fell upon the two friends until he finally managed to answer.
"Yes."
Michael grinned. "That's fantastic. I've always said you'd look so much better with some extra weight, like the rest of us. Can I tell the others? They've all noticed as well and they really want to help." Thomas paused for a longer while as he pondered this idea over in his mind. At long last he spoke.
"Yeah, I need all the help, I can get. But can I get the most help from you?"
"Sure, you know I like you," said Michael and for a moment anyone entering the room at that time would have not failed to miss the spark of chemistry between the two best friends.
****
And so the process began. Every evening, when they got back to their flat, the six housemates would sit around the table and help Thomas towards his goal. Michael set up a chart and pinned it to the wall, it read:
Thomas L. Spicton's Weight Gain Extravanaganza
Week One Week Two Week Three Week Four Week Five Week Six etc
Weight
at end
of week
lbs
gained
Progress
As the weeks went by, Michael would fill out the chart. Before long it was reading "Weight at end of week ten: 150lbs...." With all his friend's help, Thomas was finally becoming the man he'd always desired to be. As his other friends could only feed him up at certain times, most of his feeding came, as arranged, from Michael in one of the bedrooms.
***
One night they found themselves alone in Thomas' bedroom as Michael began his routine of feeding him chocolate cake and chocolate biscuits and burgers and all such types of fattening foods. However on this night the chemistry between the two was definitely growing, as Thomas threw off his tightening shirt in order to let the growing belly breathe better. Michael placed his left hand on Thomas' belly and rubbed whilst his right hand held a cheeseburger which Thomas was munching into with delight. In less than two minutes the entire greasy food had been consumed and Michael began to lift his hand from Thomas' belly, as all the food had been eaten, but Thomas placed his hand on Michael's and held it there.
"Don't go yet, I'm enjoying your company." Thomas said. Michael smiled and began rubbing again. "Take your shirt off, let me rub yours. It's only fair," said Thomas looking longingly at Michael's wider girth. Obligingly, Michael unbuttoned his shirt and chucked it on the floor. The two friends lay down on the bed, patting, rubbing and stroking each other's bellies. After around ten minutes of this, they were beginning to get tired and knew they'd soon have to part. Thomas lifted his hand from Michael's belly but instead of getting up, he lay his head down on his belly and looked up at Michael with adoration in his eyes. Thomas lifted his head up to stare directly at Michael's and as the two of them lay there on the bed, so close to each other, they shared there first kiss...
To be continued.