Zak And Wolfgang do College, Part 1

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It's quite big, and this is only about a quarter of the entire thing, so I put it in a Xanga along with artwork... www.xanga.com/wtfomgwolfgang

*Wolfgang*
Height/Weight: 6'5"/307 [EXTREMELY muscular and large-boned] mostly on his hips and legs
Eyes/Hair: Grey/Brown, waist-length
Age: 21

*Zak*
Height/Weight: 5'10"/163 starting weight [248 at the current time of this post] mostly on his belly
Eyes/Hair: Green/blonde, chest-length
Age: 18

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Prelude
Zak arrived at his friend's apartment about mid-afternoon on an unseasonably warm October day. he didn't have to stand long in the hall because Wolfgang promptly opened te door for him. Zak had always pondered his sexuality, but he pondered no longer at the sight of his friend, exhaling as his eyes scanned the other.

Wolfgang was a pretty typical metalhead, with wavy, dark-brown hair past his waist with a blonde streak at the front, a short-trimmed black strip of beard on his chin, and angular grey eyes. He wore faded black jeans and a Shub Niggurath shirt that was particularly taught around his hips, chest, and the lower part of his belly, where he was thickest. He had always been large - muscular with a heavy bone structure, and always a bit chunky - but since he went to college with unrestricted junkfood and beer, it would be safe to say he gained more than a few pounds. However, he had the same long, handsome face with dark, statuesque features left undistorted by cheeks too chubby, and he only had a very slight double-chin.

Zak, on the other hand, had always been thin, with a fine-boned build. His chest-length, dark blonde hair framed his lean, squarish face with straight nose and large, green eyes. As well as being much thinner, he was at least 4 inches shorter than his friend.

Chapter 1: Lusting and Gazing
He walked inside to put his suitcases in the middle of the livingroom while Wolfgang shut the door, then sat down on the couch. "Just leave them there, you can move them later; they're not bothering anything," he said and waved his hand dismissively. "So, what have you been up to?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious.

Zak paused for a few seconds to notice Wolfgang's hips and thighs which spread out somewhat as he sat, the screenprinting on his shirt which had cracked with the stretch of the fabric across his chest, and his bellyroll which hung slightly over his studded belt, though he was more bottom-heavy and didn't carry a lot of his weight on his belly. "Eh, I just graduated this spring. I'm amazed this college accepted me so soon"

"Well, you're no dumbass. Honestly, I'd be shocked if you didn't get accepted," Wolf said with a bit of a chuckle, raised left brow, and his typical smirk. Wolf graduated with a 3.92 GPA, by the time Zak was a freshman, and when he graduated, he had a 4.0; the difference was that while Zak studied studied his arse off, Wolf did very little studying and everything came easily, except for math.

"I got accepted other places, but I decided to go here because I knew someone," he was referring to Wolf, "and I like the campus" he said and sat down on the couch next to Wolf, who stood quickly and walked over to the side of the room that was somewhat sectioned off into a small kitchen.

He looked through the cabinets, "Hey, you want anything?" he asks.

"Um," Zak says, "you have any solid food, like something for lunch?" he asks, feeling a burning sensation of hunger in his stomach from several hours of driving.

He heard Wolf open the fridge and cabinets and say, "I have TV dinners, mac & cheese, and Oriental ramen noodles..."

"How about ramen?"

"Sure, I was about to cook some anyway," he said and proceeded to open four packs of noodles and put them in a pot of water to boil, added the flavoring, and consolidated them into two heaping bowls. Meanwhile, Zak looked over affectionately at his friend's chubby hips, legs, and rear, and his lovehandles sticking out over his belt.

Within 5 minutes, Wolfgang walked back to the couch with two full and steaming bowls of Oriental-flavour ramen and two plastic sporks that he stole from a restaurante. Immediately, both boys were quickly consuming the noodles happily and hungrily.

"You want more?" Wolf asked as he got up to make more, and Zak nodded to him as he casually stretched upwards and scratched his lean side. After another 5 minutes, Wolf returned with more ramen and they continued stuffing themselves with this second helping.

Chapter 2: Inky Exposé
Wolf got off the couch and got on his hands and knees to put a disc in the Playstation and turn on the CD player. Between the bottom hem of his shirt and the belted top of his pants, Wolfgang's tattoo was barely visible, stretched slightly, denoting weight gain over the four years since he got it done when he was 18. He sat back on the couch with a controller as the Bad Religion CD began to play. "Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4" appeared on the screen and after going through a few menus, he starts playing it, pulling off tricks and racking up massive points - obviously, he plays a lot of video games in his spare time. He played one round, then gave the controller to Zak, who tried to beat Wolf's score by a futile mashing of buttons.

They fell asleep on different ends of the couch - Wolf first, then Zak.

Zak woke up first and widened his eyes in shock when he realized that he had slept with his hands around the other's waist, and his face against his chest. Wolf seemed totally oblivious, smiling in his sleep, and with a quiet, tired groan, rolled over onto his back. Zak sat up and looked at his watch - an hour and a half until his morning class.

He went into the bathroom to quickly brush his teeth and wash his hair, and when he came out, Wolf had heated up frozen waffles in the toaster. "There, I made breakfast, I'll be over there in a few minutes" he said and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and pull his dark, wavy hair into a ponytail, since it would take too long to dry after he washed it.

Zak took 7 waffles for himself and loaded them up with butter and syrup, but was surprised that Wolf only took 4 prepared with a conservative ammount of syrup and butter.
"You have class too, now?" Zak asked, wondering why Wolf had chosen to take his history class so late in his college career if he liked it so much.

"History with Blasczak - I had to take a percussion class for these past three years to catch up with the rest of the people in my music class - you?"

Chapter 3: Squeeeeze
"Same, we can just take my car," Zak said, "I call 'shotgun'" he added for a chance to see his larger, squashy friend squeeze himself behind the steering wheel which was adjusted for his own svelte stature.

Wolf raised his brow, "Why not take mine?"

"Well, I have to take it to get mine inspected, so I might as well do that today while it's on my mind and I have the money" he explained. Each got their backpack or messenger bag and put it in the back of Zak's car. Zak got in first and Wolf got in on the driver-side, noting the tight fit of the wheel's bottom edge against his belly roll and how cramped his knees were against the underside of the dash, but after a slight adjustment, he was comfortable.

After a short drive, they arrived to their class where they went into a large classroom. They sat in one of the middle rows of seats among other students. Zak sat beside Wolf and bit his lip, noticing how his hips spread out to the sides of the seat, and the two rolls of stomach formed as he bent over to get his laptop, and at that moment, he had another incomplete glimpse of the tattoo.

He sat the laptop on the desk in front of him and opened an Internet window to check his mail, and an MS Word document of notes for the ongoing lecture. However, he never got to check his email, but he took abbreviated, yet detailed notes. No wonder he got by so well in school, considering how little studying he actually did.

The class was over and they once again got into the car. Zack drove it to the garage where they had to wait a little over a half hour for it to be done, so they walked to a diner. Wolf didn't care much for restaurant food, so he just got coffee and a small container of provolone cheese sticks while Zak got a large cheese steak sandwich, fries, and a soda, which he ate quickly and completely. He almost felt too full to walk the half-mile back to the garage, but he was motivated by watching Wolf's body as he walked - he had a strong walk that involved a considerable swaying of his hips. Zak had read somewhere that a person's gait determines their personality. Say, an arrogant person might lead with their chest, a meek person with their feet, and a sexy person with their...hips.

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Chapter 4: Bliss
A week living with Wolf was pretty stress-free. He ate whatever and whenever he wanted, so he spent a lot of time raiding, and stocking Wolf's cabinets with snacks that looked like something a rampant 4-year-old would want. He actually ate more than Wolf, so consequentially, he expanded a bit; his arms were now a bit thicker and he could no longer, by any stretch of the imagination, see his abs that were once sleek and defined.

"Wolf?" he asked, walking into the hall in his underpants and leaning around the corner to the livingroom, "You got any pants that might fit me? For some reason, all mine don't fit. I must have accidentally used hot water in the wash or something..." Wolf nodded and pulled a pair of size 38s from a box in the back of his closet. They were old, ripped jeans, but they fit Zak's new size well. "I guess I'll have to buy some new pants," he said, sounding kind of sad, but only slightly noticing how soft he had become.

That night, Wolf brought back a 6-pack of beer; he had 2, and the indulgent Zak had the other 4. He found Wolf later, in the bedroom where he was playing an online deathmatch game, and he sat on the bed to watch. As he exited the game, Zak protested, "Let me play one round"

"No, it's midnight and we have class tomorrow, then I have music theory after that. I can't afford to lose sleep," Wolfgang replied and walked off to the bathroom to clean up for the night and blow dry his hair so that it wouldn't be wet and cold in the morning because he took his shower a little later than usual. He returned with his hair in a loose braid, and he wore a black 'wifebeater' and gym shorts.

Zak was still laying on the bed, pretending to be asleep. Wolf grinned and flopped on the bed, causing Zak to nearly bounce off the side. A short, playful argument turned into a wrestling match on the bed. Wolf had the size advantage so it was no problem to pin Zak and push his face into the pillows. Wolf laughed evily as he sat on Zak's legs to further pin him, "Go to sleep!" he growled then rolled off onto one side of the bed, laughing as he lay there, falling asleep almost immediately. Zak intended to go to the couch to sleep, but he felt too lazy so he lay there to eventually fall asleep.

They woke up and got ready, ate breakfast, and went to class, where once again, Zak tried to sneak a look down the back of Wolf's pants at his tattoo. It appeared to be a graceful Celtic design etched into the soft, pale skin on the back of his hips with blue-black ink. He wasn't just satisfied with this brief, partial, and candid view - he wanted to see the whole thing from the top hidden under Wolf's shirt, to the bottom of it which was somewhere under the waist of his pants.

Chapter 5: Noticing the Gain
Zak went home after dropping off Wolf at his music theory class. Needing a shower, he went into the bathroom and stripped nude. He looked into the mirror, which he never consciously noticed before, and almost choked - he finally became aware of his new shape - his flat stomach had become downright paunchy, his defined chest turned soft, and where his hipbones shown underneath his skin, there were the beginnings of lovehandles. It wasn't the pants that were too small; it was he that was too big. There was nothing he could do right now, so he shrugged and showered, noting the soft, squishy fat that was starting to cover his body.

After the shower, he watched Beavis and Butthead and ate many high-sugar-high-carb snackfoods. As shocked as he was at his sudden gain, he was happier to sit around and eat whatever he wanted. He thought this alone justified his gain.

It was time to pick up Wolf. He got up rather clumsily since he was adjusting to his new center of gravity then went to the car. Sitting down, he looked to his lap to notice his stomach projecting slightly past the waist of his pants. It was odd for him to see this, but he got over the fact and drove.

Wolf was waiting outside by a lamp post and he walked over to the curb when he saw Zak's car coming up the street. "What took you so long? I've been waiting here for 10 minutes," he said, trying not to sound antagonistic.

"I was watching something," Zak said and smiled apologetically as Wolf got in on the other side, sitting quickly in a way that his 307-pound body rocked car slightly.

"You want to go to the mall?" Wolf asked.

"Sure, but I need to drive back to the apartment and get money," he said, still suspecting that Wolf still might be upset with him for being late. However, his friend never really was one to fret over little things, never dwelled on minor mistakes, and was generally easygoing.

Wolf sat in the car while Zak literally ran into the apartment and came back with his wallet. In the meantime, Wolf removed his "winter coat" which was a zip-up sweatshirt under a trench coat. Under that, he wore, he wore a button-up shirt which provoked some stares from Zak. It seemed to fit him perfectly aside from the gapped buttons at his chest and low on his belly that looked like they were about to just pop off. From the right angle, Zak could even see flashes of pale skin in the gaps.

Wolf saw him staring and tilted his head somewhat, "What? Is something wrong?" he asked, slightly confused, laughing somewhat out of embarrassment.

Zak shook his head, "Ah, I don't know, I just spaced out..." he muttered as he pulled the car out ofthe parking space. They only had to drive a short distance to the mall, and when they got in, the first stop was Abercrombie & Fitch, where Wolf liked to buy his jeans. Zak follows him and they both browse the sale rack. Wolf found plenty of size 42s on sale, but ended up buying only one pair of blackish blue jeans, and Zak bought a similar pair in size 38.

They vistited various other stores, too - Hot Topic, Borders, "the hippie store," and EB Games. Along with the jeans, Wolf bought a dark grey pair of Dickies work pants, a hooded sweatshirt, an odd book called "Life After God," and some incense. Zak bought more pairs of jeans, an Iron Maiden shirt, and a bumper sticker that said, "My karma ran over my dogma"

Chapter 6: Gorge, Baby, Pop Those Buttons
After shopping, they went to the food court where Zak got a gigantic, albeit overpriced plate of bourbon chicken, and Wolf got a Greek gyro. Zak enjoyed watching his friend eat, especially this sandwich with sloppy, white dressing that put...scenarios into his mind as he rapidly gorged on his chicken.

"Don't eat so fast, you'll get sick," Wolf said distantly as he read his new book, holding it up in front of him. Zak stopped, smiled, and finished the remainder of his food more slowly. He didn't mind the way Wolf tended to advise him - in fact, it was nice that someone did. Even as succinct as he was at times, it made Zak feel as if someone was genuinely watching out for him. Or perhaps, Zak tolerated everything because it was from the wonderful, attractive, oh-so-squishy Wolf that he had become enamoured with.

Zak threw away his plate, sat down, and watched Wolf finish his food. He took a drink of his soda and looked down the length of the paper cup to become fixed on Wolf's chest, wishing that the buttoned front of his shirt, tight across his chest, and would come open, buttons ripping off to reveal the soft shapes underneath. Realistically, while the fabric was puckered between Wolf's breasts and certain movements caused gaps to open between the buttons, he still had plenty of room in the shirt before it got to the point that the front would split.

When both were finished, they walked to the car. Zak was so full that he walked stiff, sucking in his distended gut. Wolf, however, moved quickly and didn't appear to lack space for the food he ate. "I worry about the way you eat,"Wolf said, speaking very softly into the other's ear, "You look like you've gained at least 15 pounds in the two weeks you've been here"

Zak cringed slightly when he heard '15 pounds' That was a lot on a fine-boned, 155-pound body so that his weight now totaled 170 pounds. He just shrugged at Wolf, wanting to explain his new-found fascination for gaining weight. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to do this. Perhaps it was the sudden freedom of college that made Zak like a dog off it's leash when it came to food. Sitting in the car, he rubbed his belly, squeezing it once slightly before he started the car.

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Chapter 7: Wet Dreaming
They arrived home and immediately, Zak lay down on the couch and fell asleep. He had a dream that he woke up but was too fat to move from the couch let alone sit up. He couldn't see over his stomach and his arms felt too heavy to move. Suddenly, he felt something going up his leg and he tried with all his might to sit up enough to look over himself. Exerting himself, he closed his eyes, cringing, and opened them to see Wolf sitting atop his huge stomach, a can of whipped cream in his hand. Now, compared with him, Wolf's 'pear-shaped' body seemed small, soft, and nearly feminine. Through his dark hair hanging in front of his chest, Wolf's nipples, hardened with arousal, could be seen, and the hardness at his loin pressed into Zak's overgrown belly. He watched Wolf turn his head upwards and shoot whipped cream down his throat as he pet himself, his chest heaving as he breathed and causing his breasts to shift as he did. Zak reached up the best he could and cupped a pudgy hand on the concaveness of Wolf's comparatively small waist then slid it down over rounded, voluptuously soft hips and thighs.

He woke up to the reality of no Wolfgang sitting on his nonexistent 500-pound belly, but to a mess in the front of his pants. He looked across the room to Wolfgang who was eating a bowl of cereal, then blushed embarrassedly, and went to the bathroom to clean the remains of his wet dream.

Wolf laughed, "I have no idea what you were dreaming about, but you were moaning like crazy," he said and poked Zak's cheek. "Tell me, what was it?"

"Naaah, I'm keeping it to myself," he said, blushing again.

Wolfgang "Hmmm"-ed, putting a finger to his lips and smiled slyly. "Anyway, I got a job," he said in a sing-song.

"Hm, where?" Zak asked, only veaguely caring, overshadowed by his very graphic and explicit dream. He wanted to tell someone, but the only one he had to tell was the one it concerned. Suddenly, he felt bad for not caring and looked away for a moment when he saw how happy Wolf was. He looked back smiling, "What'd they decide to pay you?" he asked curiously.

"Don't worry, there'll be no food shortage for you," he laughed, "I'm starting at $10 an hour" He seemed incredibly happy, but he looked Zak in the eyes and his stern gaze suggested that Zak should get a job as well.

Chapter 8: The Career of Character
Guilty, Zak smiled but looked down at his lap for a few seconds, thinking about where he'd get a job. He was too clumsy, in his opinion, to be a waiter; too lazy and unwilling to stand for long periods of time to be a cashier; and too sharp-of-tongue to work at a call center. He had no extraordinary skills that would qualify him for anything other than entry-level positions unless the jobs involved playing drums. He envied Wolf's ability to be a jack-of-all-trades and also his expansive knowledge in whatever he cared enough about - Wolfgang the musician, Wolfgang the armchair philosopher, Wolfgang the amateur writer, Wolfgang the fashion advisor for goths and metalheads...

However, Zak had one thing Wolf often struggled to imitate - charisma. He could strike up a conversation with anyone and have them captivated by his ease in social graces. Wolf didn't have this quality and often made bad impressions as being mean, silly, blunt and cynical, insane, argumentive to the point of bellicosity, and being incredibly vain and self-absorbed, lacking sincerity and compassion that Zak could easily fake when it wasn't possible to pull it genuinely from the depths of his soul. They even differed in their strategies to assert themselves among peers: While Wolf might stomp on the weaker-willed and lay seige to the integrity of those above him, resulting in him being respected but not exactly liked; Zak won status through alliances and well-chosen words.

For as different as they both were, they stayed close friends with few minor arguements. Zak was still outwardly shy, but Wolf became less self-conscious and he even walked around the apartment in his shorts, with his long hair hanging down over his chest and back. Zak noticed more of Wolf's tattoos - runes around his upper arm and three slashes on either side of his chest in addition to the large design on the back of his hips. There were also piercings further decorating his body - pierced nipples, pierced sternum, and three in each ear. The sight og the chest piercings drove Zak wild; he just thought about the common generalization that kinky people had 'piercings below the neck' How many others did he have and where?

Chapter 9: The Metal Is Only Skin-Deep
"What other tattoos do you have?" Zak asked, succeeding in not sounding suggestive.

Wolf blinks, but walks over, pulling his hair back, "Well, I have this one on the back of my hips, these on my chest," he says and pulls down the waist of his pants to the point that he accidentally exposed dark, tapered pubic hair, and to either side, a surface piercing adorns the pudge on the front of his hips, "and this one here," he says, pointing to a swastika-like design on his hips, "it's the Cross of The Thunder God" He laughs, remembering the runes on his arm, "Oh, and this," he says, referring to the 6 characters encircling his thick upper arm. After showing off his many body modifications, he blushed and laughed quietly to relieve any awkardness of nearly exposing his neither region, "I'm sorry"

"It's okay," Zak said and continued, "I know you probably get asked this a lot, but did those hurt? Like, the ones on your...um..."

Wolf laughed and let his hand skim down the front of his pants, "Any metal you put through your skin hurts, but I guess I could say these hurt more than any others I have"

"Other piercings, like the ones on your chest?" Zak asked, wondering where else his friend was pierced.

"Well, aside from my nipples, sternum, and pubis, I have 6 on the back of my neck," he said as he turned his back to Zak and lifted his hair into a ponytail as to expose the double row of spiked studs reaching from just below his hairline to above the first vertebrae of his back. Upon closer inspection, the metal studs were the ends of PTFE bars, flexible plastic rods that went just under his skin.

Zak tried to show off his two sets of ear piercings, "Yea...I got these done a few years ago, I think they look pretty smashing" he said, inflicting the last part with a badly imitated and highly exaggerated British accent.

Wolf laugh-snorts at Zak's attempt at a foreign accent, "Hah, wait, say that again!" he says, then continues, using his big dumb voice he uses for doing impressions and inflicting the same accent, "I think they look pretty smashing!"

"I think they look smashing!" Zak yelled in the midst of laughter and fell on Wolfgang. They kept laughing, mocking and laying on each other in mindless bliss. Zak clung to his friend and buried his face against his chest to suffocate his laughter. He sighed and leaned against Wolf even as he stopped laughing but he was forced to sit up.

Chapter 10: March of the Fools, Flight of the Idiots
"I thought you passed out for a minute there," Wolf said, still laughing. Zak blushed and sat up, stretching his feet to the other side of the couch. He turned on the TV just in time to see a trailer for March of the Penguins Again, Wolf burst out laughing and could hardly talk until he settled down some. "If I were to make a March of the Penguins movie, here's what I'd do - I'd get an hour and a half of just penguins walking around, okay, then I'd set it to Wagner's Flight of the Valkyries playing over and over again

Zak thought about the whole concept for a few moments then also laughed, "You're a friggin' nut!" then fell off the couch in laughter to hit the floor with a dull thud where he curled up in spastic laughter.

Wolf softly pat Zak's shoulder with his foot, "Jeez, you fell on the floor! It wasn't that funny." he said. Zak still laughed, but it soon faded into him gasping for breath as he stood up and found that Wolf was already getting ready for bed.

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Chapter 11: Hey, Fatass!
Over the next month Zak ate and ate at every chance until he became almost as heavy as Wolfgang, at 246 pounds, but he looked much fatter. His physique didn't intend for him to carry as much weight as he now did. Much to his disappointment, his weight distribution wasn't as shapely as Wolf's; he gained most in his belly and only a little on his legs. Still, he kept his voraceous appetite, so he continued to gain by the week. He regularly wore his friend's pants, but his stomach was too fat for him to fit his shirts.

He woke up one morning and Wolf wasn't there. There were clothes on the floor and he didn't wear any of his three pairs of boots. For a moment, Zak was freaking out wondering there Wolf went, however the worry soon faded and he watched TV. In a half hour or so, Wolf returned, wearing black basketball shorts, a blue t-shirt, and Converse sneakers. He went into his room immediately to change into his normal clothing.

"Where'd you go?" Zak asked.

"Gym," Wolf said, "I missed a lot of time there and I fell too far behind" He rubbed his forearms for a moment, as they were already becoming sore, as were the backs of his thighs, his hips, and his shoulders.

Chapter 12: Food Doth Not Cure Boredom
Though well-fed, Zak was bored and he wanted to experience the town's night life. He had noticed by now that Wolf wasn't much for going out much of anywhere or hanging out at all. Then again, he never did even in highschool - he went to shows, when most oftenly, he'd leave with his then girlfriend to have sex and when he'd stay, he'd just stand in a corner looking astute and intermittantly go jump around in the mosh pit.

The clock read 1:45 on this sunday morning and there was really nothing to do. Zak stood and walked to the window where he felt the cold outside temperature radiating inside, then disappated by the noisy heater on the wall. The thing sounded as if it were to explode any second.

Wolf stole Zak's seat on the couch and stretched out lazily down the entire length, laying on his belly with his elbows under his breasts and his legs crossed at the ankles. Softly he growled into the arm of the couch, not wanting to go to his classes. It was just too cold for anything, it being no more than 8 degrees outside.

Reluctantly, Wolf left, leaving Zak at home to his own devices. He first took a half-hour long hot shower and then studied his growing corpulence in the mirror. He walked about the apartment naked for a while then looked at porn. Unimpressed with the obscene internet fanfare, he attempted to play Wolf's trumpet with the intention to leave it exactly as he found it. Nothing musical was produced, so his curiousity with the instrument was very short-lived. He cooked four bowls of EZMac for himself which he ate before admiring his fat again in the mirror, rubbing his belly and breasts, wondering why his fat didn't assume the shape of Wolf's chubby hourglass shape. At 3:00 he sensed that Wolf would be home very soon so he got dressed quickly, deleted his porn, and sat down to watch TV.

Sure enough, within 15 or so minutes, Wolf arrive. "Hey, I need to go to Wallyworld. You want to come?" he asked as he clomped through the apartment in his steel-toe boots. He then gathered money and put his books in the bedroom. Zak was ready to depart as soon as he put on his shoes and jacket. By then, the heater under the window was making a horrible noise that neither boy had noticed, being so accustomed to the noisy "abortion" of a heater. The WalMart run yielded many practical things like lightbulbs and socks, but also more jewelry for Wolf's jewelry fixation and more food for Zak's food fixation.

Wolf skewed his brows when he walked inside the apartment and he noticed that he could see his breath. Setting down the bag in the middle of the room, he took a knee in front of the heater which he slapped and pressed buttons in a futile attempt to get it working in some way. It did nothing, producing no heat.

Chapter 13: Debauchery - Best Served Chilled
He frowned and looked to Zak, "The heater kicked the bucket. You'll have to sleep with me until it's fixed. Take your blankets and put them on my bed."

Zak was overjoyed, naturally, at the idea of sleeping with the one he did so adore but he did very well at hiding his joy. "Yea...It's really cold"

At 9:00 they got into bed. Wolf fell asleep first, in his usual fashion, but Zak was too manic to sleep as much as he tried. He poked Wolf to see if he was still awake but found that he was sleeping soundly. "This has got to be a dream," he thought as he put his arms around Wolf to hold him around his waist, pulling himself up against him. Wolf felt so wonderfully soft and warm that Zak couldn't resist squeezing him lightly around his middle and laying his cheek against the other's neck. He ran his hands up and down Wolf's stomach slowly and reverantly, feeling the curves and contours of it before cupping his left breast with a hand and fingering the piercing gently. His other hand descended, finger tracing down the middle of is stomach, down past his navel. Zak paused for a moment as he almost slipped his hand down Wolf's pants. Instead, he rubbed at the front of his pants then shivered when he heard his friend gasp and his breath become deeper. At this, a pleasant sensation pulsated through him from his throat to his groin, and he rubbed his cheek against Wolf's He readjusted himself by slipping one arm under Wolf's neck and the other one was shoved fingertips first and sideways between his soft, stocky thighs. He rubbed against the inside of his friend's right thigh, pausing against his crotch to squeeze a handful of thigh-fat. Inadvertantly, he gently brought his hips and hardened cock against Wolf's backside and moaned quietly. He froze, removing his his hands from his friend's lush body and returning to his side of the bed, afraid that any more arousal would drive him to utterly violate his friend. As he began to fall asleep, he sniffed his hand, which had picked up a bit of Wolf's scent; it smelled so good it gave him a slight chill.

In the morning Zak woke to see Wolf curled up directly in front of him, most of his face under the blankets, his forehead against Zak's chest, and his feet against his. He slept silently and probably didn't realise how he was situated but Zak just chuckled and pet his friend gently on his forehead. He almost pulled the blankets back to get out of bed, but he remembered that the apartment was freezing cold, so instead, he snuggled down into the covers. He wished they could spend the whole day together in bed like this, without any classes.

He watched Wolf slowly fade into conciousness and open his eyes, but looked away guilty that he had been watching him sleep. Wolf lazily propped himself up on his elbow and in this position, Zak saw the outlines of his breasts and the "cleavage" formed between, under the long-sleeved black shirt. "I'm glad we don't have class today or we'd be screwed. I just can't get moving in such a cold temperature" Wolf said laughing slightly, also cuddling further under the blankets. He tossed his braid over his shoulder and went on to occupy himself by plucking off the dead ends of each strand of hair. "This is boring"

Zak nodded and rolled over onto his back. He sighed then disappeared under the covers to appear as a huge lump beneath them. He came out at the bottom of the bed and stood up but jumped back in, shivering, and nipples perky from the cold. 'Okay, that didn't work"

Wolf raised a brow at him as he took his turn to attempt to get out of bed. Quickly, he picked a shirt and trousers from the clothespile behind the door. He quickly stripped and put his other clothes on. Zak discretely watched, admiring every inch of him - every curve, every fold, every voluptuous part of him. After getting dressed, he put on his coat and boots.

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Chapter 14: Finding Ice While In Search For Fire, But Finding Fire Again
"I'm going to buy a heater," he said then left quickly, briefly enjoying the warmth of the hall. He got in his car and drove along the back roads to go to the shopping center.

Zak fell asleep and, naturally, he had a dream about Wolf. At first, there was a lot of squeezing and caressing and passionate heat, then suddenly he felt Wolf go cold. He looked to see that his cheeks had lost their colour; lips and fingernails, taken on a bluish cast; the hair was soaking wet and stringy. When he felt that hair, he immediately recieved a premonition of Wolf's car in a lake. He woke up and felt a shiver of unrest course through him. Dispite the cold, he put his clothes and shoes on then drove to the only lake near the town.

Sure enough, in the snow were the telltale signs of an accident. The car tracks led to a tree, then it appeared as though the car bounced off a nearby tree, rolled over a small cliff, and into the lake. He ran to the edge and looked into the section of ice that had been smashed and there he saw the roof of the car. Without regard for his own safety he waded into the water to where Wolf's car was and the water was well up to his waist. He saw bubbles rising up from the doors, becoming fewer and fewer and he knew he had to be quick. He was already breathing shallowly and shivering from the chill of the water, but he took a deep breath and submerged, cringing as his frozen fingers pulled the door open. He pulled Wolf out and held him so his head was above water and he carried him out of the lake.

In the water, both their weights were eased by the water, but Zak struggled to drag his friend up the small hill to a spot by his car. He lay him out on one blanket as he clumsily removed Wolf's clothes with frozen hands. In any other context, undressing Wolf would be a veritable fantasy but now was a time for him to save his friend's life. He wrapped him up and held him, hugging, and smiled when he found Wolf was still breathing, and smoothed the dark hair away from his face.

Laboriously, Zak dragged him into the backseat of the car before driving carefully to the hospital. He thought it indignant to drag Wolf in, unclad except for a blanket, so he left him in the car with the heater on while he walked quickly to the Emergency Room to get, preferably, a stretcher. "I'll be back," he said then walked into the entrance of the Emergency room. The nurse there turned in her chair and looked at him, scrutinizing, from behind her desk.

"Can I help you?" she asked impatiently.

"Can I have a stretcher or wheelchair or something?" he asked, trying not to explode in urgency.

"No, I'm sorry," she said, "You don't need it.

"No, but my friend does. He wrecked his car and almost ****ing froze in a lake. I got him out and now you're saying 'No, I'm sorry' You're not sorry, you bitch!. Now give me a damn stretcher before I get it myself!"

The nurse staired at him then picked up the phone. She turned her back to him to talk for a few minutes, then back to him. "No. if your friend was in that bad shape that you needed a stretcher, you should have called the ambulance. Now Sir, if you don't mind, you're dripping on my desk."

Zak stormed outside and approached an ambulance driver that didn't look preoccupied, just smoking a cigarette on the curb. "Um, Sir?" he asked and the driver looked to him, "I got my friend out of a lake after he wrecked his car. I could get him into mine, but I need a stretcher so I can get him inside, and the B-I-T-C-H at the front desk won't give me one"

"Let me see your friend" the driver said and got up to follow Zak to the car. He opened the door and there was Wolf, looking more frostbitten than he did before since the affliction had a chance to settle into his skin.

"Yea, I'll get you one" The driver left, walking into the hospital, and he soon returned with a stretcher. He and Zak lift Wolf onto it and took him into the hospital, passing the nurse who now looked embarassed.

After the tedious filling out of paperwork, Wolf was examined and put in an appropriate room to be treated. He sustained no major injuries, but had a rather severe case of frostbite on his face and fingers, a bruise on the side of his forehead, and some minor scrapes and bruises on his arms and legs; he was also exausted from shock and had a minor concussion. When the doctor and nurse left, Zak took a seat close to him and rubbed his bruised arm, "Are you going to be okay? How did that happen?"

Wolf nodded and took a deep breath before beginning. "I was driving and there was this punk-ass bitch on a quad who just came around the corner. I guess I got spooked and swerved almost head first into a tree. From there, I can't quite remember - I must have been knocked out" He stopped again to breathe calmly for a few seconds, "How did I get so cold?" he asked.

"Your car rolled over the cliff and into the lake. I don't know how long you were in there, really, but I must have came just in time because bubbles were still rising from your car" Zak said as he carefully braided Wolf's hair into a long, thick braid, and secured it at the end with his own "elastic ring of ponytail-holding" so it wouldn't get matted and frizzy if he ended up being in the hospital for a few days, unable to take a proper shower or anything to help him look presentable. Zak noticed that his hair was actually quite curly as well as coarse and thick, and he thought this incredibly attrative; but apparently Wolf didn't, which is why he always dried it in an odd ponytail with an elastic every few inches, kind of the style of Laura Croft's concept sketches.

Even though Wolf fell asleep, Zak felt like he had to stay with him. Until the sky went black, he say there and would occasionally pet his sleeping friend's arm, feeling probably the deepest sympathy he ever felt before. At 9, a nurse came in and informed him that visiting hours were over. As she left, he made sure that Wolf was asleep so he could bend down and kiss him gently on his lips.

He went home, took a shower, cleaned himself up for the night, and fell asleep on his side of Wolf's bed, not even bothering to dry his hair because it was too cold in the apartment. He really didn't need to worry about it either because his hair was thick, finely-textured, and perfectly straight, not tending to hold any waves or kinks that might occur overnight.

The morning after, he work and forced himself to get ready for class dispite the freezing temperature. In the history class he had with Wolf, one girl sat behind him and asked, "Where's your friend?" sounding as cute and nice as possible.

Zak turned around, blinking, and replied, "Oh, he's in the hospital"

"Aww...What for?"

"He wrecked his car - it crashed into a lake - I really hope he's okay---" he stops short in his sentance before his emotional voice pervades it too dramatically.

The girl raised her brows and nodded, "Ooh, I see. Who's the 'wife'?" she asked.

Zak shook his head, "No, no, no, nobody's the 'wife' We're not a couple - neither of us are gay," he said, but she knew her suspicions of a homosexual relationship of some form was there, as Zak's cheeks blushed a light red tint.

Narrowing her eyes, she laughs at him, "I see the way you look at him, though I don't entirely blame you. He's quite a catch..." Before Zak could reply, she sat back in her seat as class began.

Zak was left with a suspicious feeling that there was a chance that this girl might consider Wolf for dating or whatnot. This made him feel insecure because he loved having Wolf all to himself in a way, just him and Zak, in a sneak-a-look-but-do-not-touch relationship.

When he got home, he saw a small red light on the answering machine and he eagerly listened to the message. As he hoped, Wolf was ready to go home. He grabbed an entire outfit and a pair of shoes for him and put them in a bag.

"What took you so long?" Wolf asked, holding a blanket up around himself, obviously not wild about the hospital gown that didn't even acceptably cover his backside. His cheeks had faint red and greyish spots, but he was well enough to go home. He didn't bother to go into the bathroom to change, but simply turned his back to Zak and quickly got dressed in one corner of the room. On their way down the hall, Wolf hops from one leg to the other.

"What was that for?" Zak asked, smiling.

Wolf laughed, "Dislodging my testicle from my pants" Then they both laughed for some time about it.

They left the hospital happy - Wolf hated hospitals, and Zake hated seeing Wolf in any state of unrest. As soon as they got to the freezing-cold apartment, Wolf took a hot shower. Paranoid over his cleanliness and that of his hair, he scrubbed himself particularly well with a washrag, retrimmed his pubes, and washed his hair several times to finish with a really-really-good-not-for-everyday-use-conditioner, then shaved his face. [Before anyone gets confused, Wolf has a face razor and a pubes razor; both are clearly marked and not interchangeable.] He then got into bed with Zak to stay warm, smelling like soap and aftershave. The hypothermia had weakened him and he was really sluggish, even compared to Zak who, on a normal day, didn't move around much except to move about between rooms and to go to class.

The next few days, for Wolf were spent either in a class or in bed, but finally on a Friday, he felt well enough to go to the campus library. The library was huge - expansive and tall. If someone didn't have a top-notch sense of direction, they could easily get lost within the shelves of books.

Still a work-in-progress. It's 100 pages of notebook paper.

[FatMike]

Great Work so far.. Excellent to see a properly written story on here for once. Keep it up please! :)

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

Great Work so far.. Excellent to see a properly written story on here for once. Keep it up please! :)
It's riddled with mistakes, but I figure as long as I didn't butcher too much syntax and grammar...

[Big_fat_kiddo]

As long as there aren't too many mistakes it's ok,:p

A very good story ;)

[pavili255]

Wow... that's probably the longest story I've ever seen on here... In fact, I'm sure it is. HOWEVER, it was very good.

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

That's half of what's actually written, which is a quarter of the entire story.

[antrax gut]

Yikes o.0 thats alot yea

[dissasterpiece]

wow all i have to say is that's great and i love long stories!

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

wow all i have to say is that's great and i love long stories!
I'll post more of it [that's probably a third of what I have written physically] when I'm done recording my black metal CD [I'll post a link to that also :) ]

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

I'm planning this story to lead up into another story where Wolfgang finds his real father and takes Zak with him on a vacation to Balkan Europe to look for relatives.

Though it dosen't say so in the story, his mom remarried later in his life and she and Wolf kept her maiden name of "Von Dobreiner" In the part of the story I haven't written yet, Zak finds an old journal that expresses Wolf's frustration at his stepdad. He feels sorry for him and there's a pity party, then more depravity.

[blorb]

Amazing; best story on the forums hands down

[gluttony]

nice story no matter how many mistakes there were:)

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

nice story no matter how many mistakes there were:)
There were, I know. I read it the other day - because I just have that much spare time - and I was like, "Man, I really screwed that sentence to hell and back"

[Largeness]

pretty good.

[IHeartArt]

Great story!

[dannyp]

hate to bump an old thread but i have to say thats one of the best stories ive read (and the best on this forum)

you should post the rest if you have it written

i started on a story a couple of months ago and im gonna try to finish it and see if i like it enough to post it

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

hate to bump an old thread but i have to say thats one of the best stories ive read (and the best on this forum)

you should post the rest if you have it written

i started on a story a couple of months ago and im gonna try to finish it and see if i like it enough to post it
No, I thank you for bumping it [/self promotion]

I'll post the rest when I'm done with my black metal CD and summer reading. I can't post the dirty part on here because this is an all-ages site, so I'll have to omit a big chunk that follows up on the hawt seckz [it dosen't make sense without it at all]

[FatMike]

I'll post the rest when I'm done with my black metal CD and summer reading. I can't post the dirty part on here because this is an all-ages site, so I'll have to omit a big chunk that follows up on the hawt seckz [it dosen't make sense without it at all]
Awww.

Can you at least link it to us, or at least give us a hint to where the link is? :)

[Big_fat_kiddo]

No, I thank you for bumping it [/self promotion]

I'll post the rest when I'm done with my black metal CD and summer reading. I can't post the dirty part on here because this is an all-ages site, so I'll have to omit a big chunk that follows up on the hawt seckz [it dosen't make sense without it at all]

Yep, she's right.
Too many youngh people.

[Omniscient]

Come on, linkie, linkie...

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

Come on, linkie, linkie...
I have it physically written, but not typed out yet. Like I said, when I get done with my CD...

[tub of luv]

that was one of the longest gaining stories i have ever read. wow

[technogeek]

Good job with the story. You should be a gay romance novelist!

[fatmanlover916]

its long and thats why it is good i like it

[longjohn2718]

though there are a few mistakes as people have said, i generally enjoyed it. i have always loved the stories about gaining weight after going to college.

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

Good job with the story. You should be a gay romance novelist!

rofl XD thanks.

[noodle]

Just got in from work and found that story. Fantastic. Keep it up. Oh and as for the mistakes, perhaps i'm just dumb, but i only saw one or two.

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

Just got in from work and found that story. Fantastic. Keep it up. Oh and as for the mistakes, perhaps i'm just dumb, but i only saw one or two.

There really aren't that many punctuation mistakes or too many spelling mistakes that aren't typos. I have a lot of awkward sentences - like one part of the sentence is ambiguous as to what subject in the other sentence it refers to, or a paragraph might have sentences that all begin with some form of "he"

[iwantagut]

great story

[nmcloud]

That was a long story

[ivegottabiggut]

VERY long. but it was really good.

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

Zak walked among the shelves of books, around for a few minutes on each floor. He looked over the balcony, afraid of heights but fascinated by his fear, and spied Wolf on a lower floor still reading Mein Kampf, some picture books on the Balkan War, and some astrology books. Grinning slightly, he leans against the stairwell door as he walks towards it to fling it open so that he may go up one more floor to the top. He's heavier now and not able to sprint up the stairs, skipping either one, but he must proceed more slowly with one hand on the rail and his feet surely planting on the next step before advancing.

Once at the top, he turns to the railing of the stairs and looks down the narrow space between flights. He draws a snorting breath inwards through his nose and spits the resulting phlegm-ball down the space, watching it as it becomes invisible on its way down. It took him back to his young days with the tag-a-long of 13 year old Wolfgang who at that time was an unusually tall child, a bit stocky but not fat, somewhat tanned, with a wavy black-ish mane of "skater-hair" and thick black-framed glasses around mischevious silver eyes, and he wore button-up shirts with skulls, flames, and dragons. He and Zak would go to the courthouse and various other tall buildings and spit over the railing, hoping they may get an interesting reaction from a spat-on bypasser.

[cont.]

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

He hears the door behind him, from the stairs to the top floor of the library, slam shut but thinks nothing of it. He just keeps staring down the vaguely spiraling stairs until he feels someone grab his belly - a handful on each side. He carefully turns around to see the girl from his class leaned against him with her breasts pressed under his, leaning forward over his protruding stomach.

[nc-17 warning. if you're squeamish or your parents are around, skip the red part]

She exhales against his neck as she unbuttons his jeans, small hands working at the button, impeded by his fat which tightened the pants around his hips and rolled over the top slightly. Finally she pulls them down his legs and kneels. He watches her with a mix of panic, embarrassment, and curiosity. Now, he can do nothing more than squeeze the balustrade as he feels her pull his boxers down and takes him in her soft, warm mouth. Bad feelings about the situation start to fade into the background; a nervous sort of eroticism and the feeling of his c**k becoming uncontrollably hardened stand at the forefront.

His legs shake both from his muscles being unaccustomed to carrying his newly expanded bulk and from her delectable service. A few more minutes carry him close to the point of his climax and he breathes heavily, tilting his head back and allowing his enbosomed chest to heave with every slow, deep breath. He manages a shaking hand away from the balustrade and places it on the back of her head right before he unloads into he mouth, panting and moaning as quietly as he could possibly manage. Surely, he would be moaning her name if he even knew who she was.

She stands calmly, presumably swallowed, and strokes his soft jawline as he still pants quietly, eyes closed. He looks at her and averts his gaze submissively, and he runs his hand over the front of his hips to pull up his boxers. She leaves him with just a kiss and skims over his fat stomach with the tips of her fingers then descends the stairs, seeming to just disappear without a trace more than his unbuttoned pants.

Zak takes a long moment to collect himself before laboriously buttoning his pants and descending the stairs. He leaned against the wall and handrail more on his way down because he found that his legs never stopped shaking. The trip down seemed to take much longer than that going up but he finally got to the 3rd floor where he found Wolf. He scowled slightly when he saw the woman who was with him just a few moments ago hanging off of his friend among the shelves. Zak watched from a distance. She seemed to be innocently flirting for a bit but he felt a twinge of disgust when she leaned forward with her hands against the fronts of Wolf's thighs so that she may stand slightly on tip-toes to lick teasingly at his nipple through his shirt.

Zak looked down slightly, not wanting to watch his friend's reaction, expecting total betrayal. He looks up and sees Wolf standing alone now, awkwardly. He walks over, trying to remain perfectly casual, but he finds it useless when Wolf tells him, "Man. Did you see that girl? I've never seen any random bitch want in my pants that bad."

Zak stares blankly. "Well she got in mine," he says with a dull chuckle and looks up at Wolf who looks confused for a moment then slowly pulls his arms close to protectively cup his breasts. This serves as a decent distraction for Zak who watches the mounds of flesh and built up muscle be pushed slightly upwards and together and it almost makes him want to unzip his pants once more. He thought of Wolf on his knees pleasuring Zak with lips, teeth, and tongue - the gifted tongue of a trumpet player, even - and the thought almost made his eyes momentarily flicker back into his head.

[ChunkD]

I pretty much joined just to tell you how fantastic I think your story is. Thank you. :)

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

Utterly disgusted with the situation, Wolf declared their departure from the library. He had to stop and get his books out on loan as to not feel as though he'd wasted the library trip.

The house is still freezing and there was nothing to do but lie in bed and, today, drink alchohol. More specifically, drink Irish creme which is one of Wolfgang's favourite drinks. Zak, on the other hand, wasn't too experimental with alchohol and limited himself to beer. Into bed, Wolf wore a long-sleeved shirt, gym pants, and a zip-up hooded sweatshirt; Zak wore green plaid pajama pants, faded blue t-shirt, and a similar sweatshirt.

By the time they cleared the bottle, Zak's potential libido was racing as he lay there with Wolf who, also, was made somewhat more vulnerable and weakened by his hypothermia. With the alchohol they were drinking, it became almost unbearable to just watch his friend sleep - who was made sleepy by the alchohol, his weakness, and his relaxed state.

Zak scooted closer to his sleeping friend and admired his face - a long face with a square jaw and fine chin, gracile forehead and brow ridges, prominent cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and an s-curved nose - gently pushing stray strands of hair from the other's face. The slightest nuzzle against his hand sent him quite off and he tightly embraced Wolf around his upper half and buried his face against Wolf's hair and neck. His hands slid down to Wolf's waist, causing him to arch his back and breathe in sharply, which only provided zak with more backside to grab

[eckgor]

Your choice of words and the way your sentences easily flow makes it so much fun to read your story. I feel like I know these two guys! Keep it up. There are no other stories like this one.

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

Zak rubbed at Wolf's hips, rear and thighs, then ran his hand up his stomach to his chest. He stroked sideways across one breast, the space between, then the other. Wolf, still asleep and possibly having a pleasant dream that coincided with the fondling, tilts his head back against Zak's shoulders and puts a cold hand on his.

A subdued giant, Wolf seemed to Zak, with vulnerability and softness now that seemed to beg to be taken advantage of. Buxomness and docility were the feminine aspects coming out, satirically overshadowing Wolf's powerful masculinity. Zak's hand wraps around the front of Wolf's neck and he squeezes only slightly until he hears him begin to breathe shallowly through his mouth, then tightens his grip more. He loops his other arm under Wolf's waist and rubs almost teasingly at the front of his pants.

"You arrogant slut." he found himself thinking when Wolf tightens his fingers around Zak's hand, realizing the lack of air. "So, the whore-king begs for mercy" Considering the awkward angle of his hands, he forcefully pulls the front of Wolf's pants down and begins to coarsely wank him off. It was a power-trip to be sexually denigrate the one who he believed to possess all strength over him - financial, mental, sexual, and physical - and make him beg for sympathy.

Zak's grip on the other's neck tightens when he feels him claw more at his hand, shallowly gasping for breath. With that, he forcefully jerks Wolf's neck back and holds him against his shoulder, continuing to pleasure him and now bite harshly at his neck.

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

Wolf blinks, awakened by Zak's sharp nipping at his neck. Startled and disoriented, he grabs Zak's hands from his neck and whips around. He grabs the other boy's hands and seems to almost crush them in his grip, digging his fingernails into them, and bending Zak's wrists back to a painful angle.

"STOP!" Zak screams out and looks up in the darkness at Wolf straddling him and practically tearing his hands off. The streetlights outside cast enough light that he could see the harsh outlines of Wolf's face and unsavory expression, and his broad chest heaving slowly with deep breaths of shock and anger. His pants were still pushed down some in the front, exposing a sliver of skin low across the front of his hips.

Zak cowered as Wolf forcefully released his hands, almost throwing them backwards and quickly standing up on the bed. Wolf quickly steps down from the bed and stalks out of the room, laying a fist into the wall with such force that chunks of drywall falling into the space between the walls could be heard.

He sits up and runs his fingers through his hair, frustrated, embarrassed, and afraid he lost the trust of his friend. It's a hard decision whether to leave Wolf alone or to try to apologise. He felt ashamed of himself for hurting the only person in his life he truly loved. He draws a deep breath, he sighs, and finally makes the decision to apologise right then.

He scoots to the edge of the bed, stands up and shivers for a moment before turning on the light. There was a hole in the wall, a small hole, but there was a sort of crater vaguely the size of Wolf's fist a few inches above the switch. He quietly walks into the living room to see Wolf sitting on the couch with his legs drawn close to his body, a blanket around him, watching TV on mute.

There was a painful silence in the air. There was just a very quiet humming of the building, which sounded like a quiet, high-pitched, ringing. He stood there for almost all of 20 seconds before Wolf looks over to him, eyes flitting to the side briefly before he cants his head toward Zak and scowls slightly, barring his teeth in a flash and huffing quietly.

"Get the **** out of here" He says and turns his gaze away, putting the side of his hand to his forehead.

"I'm sorry!" Zak said, trying to hide the shaking in his voice. Indeed, he stood there shaking like a frightened dog; a hollow, tight feeling in his stomach. The fabric of his shirt stretched between his breasts vibrated with every tense heartbeat.

Wolf bolts up and steps toward Zak. "What the **** am I supposed to think of that? I was trying to ****ing be nice to you." He pauses, his eyes flit down and right, then back onto Zak. "No matter what kind of lusts you feel toward me, the least you could ****ing do is respect me when I let you into my room to sleep in my bed. There are lines you don't cross. If I give you an inch, don't take a goddamn mile!" he shouts. His expression is angry but there is hurt in his eyes.

That wasn't Zak expected. He felt a little better knowing that his friend was upset less because of what he did and more because of the fact that he wasn't doing it consensually. "Man, I'm sorry," he says and takes a small step back.

Wolf just looks down and shakes his head slightly. "I know, I know. Just leave me alone for now. Go to sleep."

"No, I'll sleep out here. The bed is yours." Zak said, frowning slightly. "I just need to get my blanket"

Wolf waves his hand dismissively in a 'go ahead' gesture as he picks up the blanket on the couch to take it into his room. They make short eye contact in the hall, but go their separate ways. Zak stretches out on the couch with his blankets wrapped tightly around him. Wolf drew his knees up, curled up in bed in a fetal position. Both eventually go to sleep despite their shared emotional turbulence.

[jackjackjack]

It's very well written, I didn't have eanough time to read all of it, but It's not like most gainer stories which are very short and undescriptive with no real storyline. Great job!

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

As an added bonus, a sketch of Wolfgang.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v305/Zabijej/Wolfgang__s_Messy_Hair_by_ZmrazenyV.jpg

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

It's peanut butter update tiem!

Zak tossed and turned in his sleep but eventually exhausted himself and fell into a dream state. He sat, reclined, on the softest bed and sheets of a lush material. From his appearance - his floppy gut flowing between his generously fatted and dimpled thighs spread to either side of it - he was immobile or close to being so. A shiver of delight coursed through him, but there was more.

Wolf sat at the foot of the bed with his legs folded under him and feet hugging closely to the sides of his voluptuous hips. He wore only a black silken loincloth with front and back connected across the sides of his hips with a chain. The chain was just tight enough that it caused the fat at the back of his hips to spill over the slightest bit. Another chain hung from a leather long-line collar that extended from Wolf's jaw to his collarbone, and there was a black silk scarf wrapped around his eyes.

Zak readjusted himself and found it more difficult than he would have thought. His soft grunt causes Wolf to turn and bow his head obsequiously at Zak's feet, appearing to look up despite the scarf and gently caress the other's swollen ankles. Zak notices that he holds one end of Wolf's chain in his hand and he draws toward him.

At the slightest feeling of a tug, Wolf stands up and slinks on his hands and knees up Zak's bed, between his legs, and prostrates - letting his upper half fall foward - and strokes Zak's massive body with gentle hands. Zak's grip on the chain tightens when he looks down at Wolf's sleekly fatted body. Broad shoulders narrow gently to a smaller waist then flare again, following an hourglass shape, to his hips where his weight is fairly concentrated in soft lovehandles, broadening saddlebags, and tree trunk-like thighs - all with the occasional gratuitous patches of cellulite.

Zak pulls the chain towards him and again, the other man comes closer with the slightest tug. They were now practically face to face. He pulls Wolf closer and strokes through his dark red-brown hair. He was comfortable with the idea of Wolf being his affectionate pet and caregiver. To give him sponge baths and nuzzle lovingly against his shoulder, to feed him and then lie with his head on his belly.

Unfortunately enough for him, the dream ended and he awoke sitting up against the headboard with some blankets pushed up in a ball over his stomach and between his slightly spread legs. Upon fading into full conscious he felt a familiar wet, sticky warmness in his pants. He sighed and went to clean himself off.

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

He walked quietly into the bathroom to clean himself up then continue his morning hygiene ritual. For the first time he looked at his corpulent self with embarrassment and disgust over the previous night's events. He wanted to go back to what he was when he first moved in.

He depressively walked to the kitchen to see Wolf, shirtless, bent over the kitchen counter with his head on his hands and weight shifted onto his left leg such that it was noticeable that he had popped the bone out somewhat. On the stove, there was water rapid boiling. Zak wasn't sure what Wolf was doing - sleeping, being sick, spacing out - but it was dangerous to do any of those things while cooking. He walked up beside him and admired, for a moment, the ridges made by Wolf's shoulder blades, the ridge of spine that softened from his waist, how his love handles rolled the waist of his shorts down in the back, and the exaggeratedly hourglass shape of his body made from the fat around his waist, unsupported by bones, slightly sag away.

"Hey. Are you okay?" he asked and tugged on a lock of Wolf's dark red-brown hair.

Wolf nodded with a quiet "Rrrrgh..." but continued to just stand there. Zak tugged on his hair again, gently, to no avail. Worried now, he grabbed Wolf's waist and shook him side to side. This attempt was successful, but Wolf startled Zak by almost falling sideways but making a loud "ARWOORH!" sound that called to mind Scooby Doo, only Scooby Doo, and nothing else but Scooby Doo.

He blinked for a second and just sat on the floor looking up at Zak, who just looked down and muttered, "Wow. I can't imagine what kind of noises you make during sex," with a surprised blink and raised brows, "And what were you doing anyway? You have water boiling."

Wolf scratched at his knees and shrugs, "I don't ****ing know, just leave me alone." He leaned back against the cabinets and let his knees fall together as he still scratched them, his feet still apart. It sort of made Zak cringe. He could imagine coltish little kids and thin teenage girls sitting like that but could never imagine Wolf capable of the kind of flexibility to just naturally and effortlessly fall into awkward and seemingly painful positions and be comfortable.

Zak stooped. "Okay. Just get into bed and rest. I'll cook something." Wolf just closed his eyes, still sitting there. He stopped scratching his knees and folded his arms tightly, cramming his hands between his sides and upper arms. "You have to get up. I need to get the oatmeal out of there." Wolf just sat there. Zak huffed and got a pan, some bacon, and eggs to cook that instead. He wondered what happened to Wolf - hopefully, it was just depression and a lack of sleep that would soon leave.

The bacon sizzled on the pan and Zak would, minutes later, lift it off to place it on a paper towel to absorb excess grease. He then dropped four eggs into the pan and the yolk of one broke and oozed across the transparent white of the egg and then onto the surface where it was turned opaque and lighter yellow. The bacon and eggs were meted out to two plates which were set on the table.

He looked down to Wolf who still just sat there. Zak stooped again to him and asked him, with considerable volume, to eat before the food gets cold. He didn't answer of course, and Zak then gave him a light slap to the face and pulled his arms uncrossed, holding his hands. "Stand up!" he hissed, looking into Wolf's now-open silver eyes then was distracted by a slight twitch of the corner of his mouth.

Apparently, Wolf was more hungry than he was tired. He stood up, once again tall and insolent - not scrunched in the corner of the kitchen floor - and sat down at the table. He pulled his legs up so he sat cross-legged on the chair with his feet under the opposing thigh and knees against the legs of the table. Zak sat down and placed forks for both of them then began to eat his food; he knew Wolf didn't like dried out eggs, so he took the egg he broke. Wolf ate too, rather ravenously, hardly bothering to chew.

[udontno]

Awesome story.
It's one of my faves.

[WTFOMGwolfgang]

Awesome story.
It's one of my faves.

I want to put it on my deviantart once I get all the parts combined and proofread it.

[cusus]

:rolleyes:amazing story, i'm getting fed up of short rubbish ones..

[hugebelly34]

This story is amazing, you have a great talent for writing!

[kruitj2]

verry nice story