The Sleepgainer - A fantasy story of male weight gain
Contains elements of weight gain.
Matt was a heavy sleeper for as long as he could remember. He'd slept through strong thunderstorms, loud parties, and was no stranger to waking up with a sharpie moustache, goatee, glasses and worse scrawled on by his buddies. They called him "the log" because of his heavy sleeping.
It was no wonder Matt was such a heavy sleeper, being the star quarterback of his college football team along with one of the top students in his business college. The late night studying and the intensive workouts really zapped his energy stores. But, for all the hard work, he received his share of notoriety. Dark brown hair, emerald green eyes, and a muscular build most jocks would kill for; he was the full package.
"I'm heading back to the apartment," Matt announced to his friends across the dining hall table. He collected his four clean plates which earlier were heaped with chicken, broccoli, brown rice, and other nutritious foods.
"Already?" his freckly redheaded friend Kyle asked.
"Early practice tomorrow," Matt replied. "Gotta get my beauty sleep."
"Live a little, Cinderella!" shouted Joe as Matt walked off. "That is one strict dude. Nothing comes between him and his rest."
"Hey," the redhead leaned forward and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Permanent marker facial tonight?"
Joe laughed and nodded, but the smile was short lived. "I don't know. Maybe the permanent marker trick's getting a little stale."
Kyle nodded. "You're right. Got any other ideas?"
Joe thought for a moment. His eyes wandered around the dining hall waiting for some inspiration to strike him. That's when he saw one of the sophomore students he remembered from his sociology class last year. It didn't register at first, but Joe was shocked when he realized the young man with the round jiggling belly was the same skinny freshman boy. The kid had to have far-surpassed the freshman 15 and flown right to the freshman 45.
"I've got it," he said, his eyes fixated on the fat sophomore. Kyle followed his gaze and noticed the same kid, then waited eagerly for Joe to spill it. "You see Pete over there?"
"Pete?... Wait, that's Pete from soc class?" Kyle's eyes widened.
"What if we play a little trick on Matt? A little... hypnosis."
"What are you thinking?" Kyle prodded.
"You know how Matt sometimes listens to those football plays or the audiobooks for his textbooks in his sleep?"
"He always retains that stuff, like it just absorbs into his brain," Joe explained. "What if we switched up his listening tastes a bit, without him ever knowing?"
"Make him dance like a chicken in his sleep or something?" Kyle asked.
"No," Joe frowned. He pulled out his phone and pulled up a video app, typing in the words hypnosis. After scrolling for a moment, he added search weight gain hypnosis.
He clicked on the video and listened to a deep, soothing male voice droning on about "...relax, become aware of your body. Concentrate on your toes, work up to your calves, your knees, your thighs, deep breath, your waist, your stomach..."
Kyle leaned in to get a better listen. The video continued and eventually the voice began to say. "Imagine your body in a mirror. You are a fit man who takes pride in staying in shape. Relax. You notice your abs are slowly fading behind a layer of flesh... a layer of fat has begun to fill in across your belly and around your waist... you notice your chest begins to soften... your jawline becomes ever-so-slightly less defined..."
The video continued on illustrate a man who transformed little by little from a fit jock into a big soft chub with a heavy, wide belly, thick fingers, round face. Then, a bell rang three times. "You now feel a sensation in your stomach... it's small but growing... you are becoming hungry... ravenous... follow that feeling. Now, stand. Go to your pantry... take a jar of peanut butter... your fridge... the gallon of milk... eat..... drink..... you are becoming what you were always meant to be... feel it filling you... building you... growing you... when you wake up you will be fatter... you will be softer... you will be heavier..."
The video continued on before looping. A wide grin spread across Joe's face. Kyle looked a little bit skeptical.
"What, you think that's going to work?" Kyle asked.
"It's worth a try," Joe smirked. "Imagine if he showed up to practice in the morning with a big bloated belly that he had to explain to the coach. His teammates would die of laughter... and besides, if this doesn't work, we can always pull out the markers again.
Kyle and Joe returned to the apartment the three men shared. Matt had a separate bedroom from the others due to his loud snoring. Joe carefully opened the door and crept into the dark room. Matt was fast asleep, sprawled out on his bed, a sheet covering his waist down. Sure enough, a pair of headphones were in his ears and connected to his phone. Joe quickly unplugged the device, which was playing "Greatest Tackle Techniques" and switched over to the "Weight Gain Hypnosis - Become the Fat Man You Were Destined to Be."
Kyle held his breath, watching from the doorway. Joe rushed past him, a hand covering his mouth to hold in his laughter. They had made a quick stop at the local grocery store for a jar of peanut butter and a gallon of whole milk - the highest fat content they could find.
As they got ready for bed, Kyle paused while brushing his teeth. Pat pat pat. He stepped out of the bathroom and heard the familiar sound of the pantry door opening... then the sound of the fridge opening. He quietly stepped out into the hallway and froze when he saw Matt standing with his eyes halfway closed in the kitchen. He wasn't sure if Matt could see him or not.
Kyle waved a hand toward Matt but Matt did not register it. He watched in awe as Matt instinctively reached for a spoon and unscrewed the jar of peanut butter. Matt poked toward the jar, but the spoon bounced off. Kyle held his breath, fearing that this would be the end of their joke - a stupid freshness seal. But to his amazement, Matt used the other end of the spoon to puncture the seal, and pried it off with his strong fingers.
Matt spooned a giant glob of peanut butter from the jar and opened his mouth wide, closing his lips around it and pulling the spoon almost completely clean.
Kyle turned to the other bedroom and motioned for Joe to follow him. Joe closed the game he was playing on his phone and followed. Both men stopped and watched in awe as Matt unscrewed the red lid from the gallon of milk and upended it into his mouth. Although Matt's aim was accurate, there was an eagerness with the way he chugged the milk that caused small white streams of the milk to drip down his chin and onto his firm pecs.
They watched as Matt alternated peanut butter, milk, peanut butter, milk as if he were a machine. It wasn't long before there was no mistaking how full his stomach was getting. It distended wildly. His strong abs were still fully intact below - the milk and peanut butter had yet to enter his lower abdomen. He kept going, pushing further, and with a last scrape of the jar and a shake of the gallon jug above his mouth, Matt finished off the entirety of the calorie laden items.
He set the milk jug and peanut butter jar in the trash can and carefully set his spoon in the sink, much to the astonishment of Kyle and Joe. Then, he lumbered back to his room, rubbing his inflated belly with a free hand.
"Holy. Shit." Kyle whispered.
"You got that right," Joe added.
They kept up the nightly routine of switching out Matt's listening tastes for the next week. Matt, who was never one to be shy of lounging around the apartment shirtless, seemed to be clueless, despite Kyle and Joe sneaking looks at their friend's disappearing abs. When Matt sat, instead of a flat stomach, there was a small roll of pudge that sat above the waist of his shorts.
Another week later, Joe and Kyle threw out the idea of stopping off for ice cream. Matt, who usually came up with an excuse to avoid it, opted to tag along. The guys didn't think too much of it; they were just glad to have their friend along.
"I'll take a double scoop of the chocolate caramel," Joe ordered.
"I'll do a double scoop waffle cone with raspberry white chocolate," Kyle ordered.
Matt scanned the menu for a moment longer than his buddies. His eyes landed on a highlighted menu item. "I'll have the mega monster thing please..."
The "mega monster thing" was The Mega Monster Gutbuster Supreme Sundae. A sundae that was hardly ordered, but which had a wall of fame in its honor for any who could finish the ten-scoop, brownie layered, hot fudge laden concoction The boy at the register hesitated a moment.
"You want to take the challenge?" he asked, a bit timid.
A cocky, wide smile played across Matt's lips. "Why not?"
"Okay, that's $50 if you don't finish," the boy added. "But free if you do, plus you get a picture on our wall and a gift card good for $100."
"Great," Matt replied excitedly.
Kyle and Joe caught each other's eyes and then took a seat at the table with their puny two-scoops. A moment later, a server arrived with the Mega Gutbuster Sundae.
"Holy shit, man," Kyle remarked.
"Good luck bro," Joe added, laughing at the sheer size of the towering creation.
"Here goes," Matt raised his eyebrows and took up the spoon in his hand. He started off at a slow pace, savoring each bite. Then something changed. His eyes seemed to widen ever-so-slightly and his posture leaned forward toward the sundae. He pulled the bowl closer to him and began to shovel larger bites into his mouth at a higher frequency. Brownies, ice cream, fudge, all launched into his mouth, which was a chocolatey mess. Small grunting noises one might make when pumping iron during a workout could be heard between bites.
Their friend was an animal. Never had they seen him behave in such an unhinged way before. But the deep focus and concentration was something that had served him well in his sports and studies, so perhaps it would also serve him well in pushing himself in other ways too.
Within thirty minutes, Matt upended the dish and poured the last streams of melted ice cream into his mouth. As he leaned back, Kyle and Joe noticed Matt's shirt ride up just a bit, exposing a surprisingly soft sliver of flesh above his waist band. His belly was pressing in a rounded curve against his large t-shirt. Then, he set the bowl on the table with a thud.
While he was getting his photo op for the wall, Kyle pulled Joe aside. "You think we should lay off on the night listening?"
"Not yet," Joe replied. "I want to take it a little further."
"If he keeps it up he won't fit into any of his clothes!"
Kyle was a little surprised by Joe's nonchalance, but being a go with the flow type, he didn't push the matter.
A few days later, Matt came home from practice and flopped on the couch. Kyle and Joe paused their video game.
"What's up?" Kyle asked off Matt's look.
"Coach says I'm starting to let myself go a little," Matt replied. He frowned and seemed to get lost in his thoughts a moment. "I don't know. I feel like it should really bother me. But honestly, I kind of don't give a shit."
"He's probably just being hard on you," Kyle lied.
"Maybe," Matt replied. "I'm going to shower and get my mind off of it. You're probably right."
Matt entered the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Despite his good looks, he wasn't the type to spend too much time staring at his own reflection. But off the coach's comments, he gave himself a good look.
His workout clothes did seem to fit a little snug, especially around his middle. There was a roundness to his belly and the fabric clung to the sides of his waist, which flared out just a bit over his hips into a bit of love handles. He pulled off his shirt and was surprised at how much the shirt had hidden. He had seriously gotten soft around his middle and his chest was rather puffier than normal.
Turning in the mirror, he caught a glimpse of his behind, which looked fuller than he remembered. He removed his shorts and stared at the way his ass pressed against the fabric of his boxer briefs. He let his strong hands run across his body and play with his belly button, which was strangely a bit deeper than before.
His eyes caught sight of the scale in the corner of the room and he walked up to it and stepped on. The numbers took a moment to settle, but finally it read 202 pounds.
"Fuck," he whispered. He gave his belly another rippling shake. This was definitely not his typical 185. And it was blatantly apparent that he had not been gaining muscle either.
The next day in the dining hall, Matt piled his plate with complete disregard to his usual strict macros. Pasta, pizza, burgers, fried chicken, and more were piled high on multiple plates. Kyle and Joe watched in awe as he demolished everything on his plate.
"You doing alright?" Joe asked.
"Oh yeah," Matt grinned, talking between mouthfuls of food. "I feel great!"
"Not worried about what your coach said?" Kyle asked.
Matt laughed. "Fuck no. Screw that. He doesn't own me, I can do whatever I want. I'm tired of limiting myself all the time. It sucks.... Damn I never knew the food here was so good."
After a month of his newfound independence, Matt's body began to change drastically. His belly had begun to grow wider and push further out ahead of him. Several inches were added to his waistline, which sent him from a size 32 pant to a size 42. His chest rounded out significantly and he was beginning to develop moobs. Even his face hand rounded out, giving him the essence of a double chin. His thighs and ass became much fuller too.
One afternoon, Kyle and Joe were surprised to see Matt sitting on the couch, his belly spilling into his lap, a hand grabbing handfuls from a family size bag of potato chips.
"What's up? Don't you have practice?" Kyle asked.
An odd grin spread across Matt's face. "Coach says I'm off the team."
"He told me I needed to shape up," Matt added. "I told him he could shove it. And then I was off the team."
Kyle and Joe shared shocked looks.
"Aren't you upset?" Kyle asked.
"Nah," Matt replied. "I've always wanted more free time to do whatever the hell I want. Now, I've got it." He threw back another handful of chips.
"Listen man," Joe replied. "I think you've gotten a bit carried away... maybe we've gotten a bit carried away actually."
"What do you mean?" Matt asked.
"Well, about your weight..." Joe added.
Matt raised an eyebrow and then looked down with an admiring grin at his gut. "What this old thing?" He gave it a good heft, which sent ripples all over his fat belly and up through his moobs. "It might sound odd, but, I kind of like being a big guy."
"Yeah," Matt replied with a genuine smile. "I never gave myself the chance to relax and let myself go, and now, well... I feel like I'm supposed to do this."
"I'm, er, glad you feel that way," Joe returned.
"Thanks, man," Matt replied. "I appreciate the support. I was afraid you might hate having a fat slob for a roommate."
"Of course not," said Joe. Joe could feel his face flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and to his surprise, arousal.
The night listening continued, despite Kyle's protests. Joe searched for variations of the same hypnosis video and came across one that took things even further.
"If you really want to become a pig," the same low voice narrated, "you should switch up the milk for heavy cream. A generous squirt of chocolate syrup makes it go down easy..."
Joe stocked the fridge with cartons of heavy cream each night and played the new video. Much to his delight, the first night everything went off without a hitch. Matt sauntered out of his bedroom, belly jiggling with each step, and opened up the fridge. He poured the quart of heavy cream and a generous squirt of chocolate syrup into a large pitcher, gave it a mix, and then downed the whole thing with ease.
Joe felt himself grow hard as he watched the heaviness fill Matt's belly.
Matt stepped on the scale, which was now part of his daily routine. It had been four months since he first weighed himself... one month since Joe had boosted his nighttime regimen with heavy cream.
"296 pounds." Matt gave his heavy gut a good heft. He stared at the red marks which had begun to line his belly and the sides of waist. His skin was stretching at a rate faster than it could handle and stretch marks were now appearing suddenly and with fury. The marks only served to push Matt's hunger.
He stood stark naked in the mirror and struggled to reach past his wide, round belly to his dick, which appeared smaller than normal thanks to the pad of fat he'd begun to develop on his groin. He took it in his chubby fingers and began to stroke. Each stroke sent a reverberation through the fat across his belly, chest, and even his arms. He looked soft and flabby all over. As he felt himself nearing climax, everything within him felt like it was growing, engorging, expanding... he shot off as the words more... I need more sang through his mind.
Joe was surprised as Matt came lumbering out of the bathroom buck naked. There was an awkward silence between the two, but Joe couldn't keep his eyes off the creation he had become responsible for before him.
"You don't have to pretend anymore," Matt said.
Joe felt his heart leap into his throat.
"I know what you've been up to... what you've... turned me into." Matt traced the outline of his deep navel and grabbed his flabby underbelly, giving it a good jostle. Joe felt himself growing hard in his pants, his heart thumping as Matt approached.
"Go ahead," Matt said, taking Joe's hands. "Feel what you've done to me." Matt moved Joe's hands over the expanse of his belly and up to his soft moobs, squeezing his shoulders together to accentuate them.
"B-but how did you-" Joe stammered.
"At first I didn't realize it was happening," Matt said. "I'd go to bed and then wake up feeling weighed down in my stomach. I slowly noticed it was becoming slightly more difficult to sit up from the bed... there was this soft resistance... my slowly growing belly, getting in the way little by little.
"Then, one night, I heard you drop my phone. I pretended I didn't, but I watched as you switched out my video to the hypnosis one you've been using. I listened to it, awake for once, and decided I would start making changes to shock you.
"At first it was the ice cream. I loved seeing the expression on your face as I devoured the sundae. Then, I started to enjoy the feeling of the fullness... the idea that I wanted to be bigger... that you also wanted to see me bigger. That's when I leaned in."
Joe moaned as he felt his dick throb.
"You like what you've turned me into?" Matt asked. "A greedy little piggy..."
Joe just nodded slowly, absently. He could think of nothing rational. It was almost as if he were dreaming the entire thing.
"You've been a bad boy," Matt added. "Joe, I think you need to be punished for what you've done to me... all that it's cost me."
Joe swallowed, feeling the dryness in his throat. Matt wobbled into the kitchen and returned with a funnel and tube which Joe had never seen before. In his other hand was a pitcher of heavy cream mixed with chocolate syrup.
"Put it in," Matt ordered.
Joe obliged and put the tube in his own mouth. Matt poured the rich, thick liquid into the funnel and held it shut. "It's time for a taste of your own medicine, you greedy, selfish boy." Matt opened the hatch and watched as Joe gulped the heavy cream down, down, down. Joe's cheeks filled as he struggled to down the stream of cream. But within a minute or so, he'd done it.
Joe leaned back on the couch and groaned. There was an unmistakable heaviness weighing down his stomach.
"Say goodbye to that flat stomach, Joe. This is just the beginning."
Over the next few months, the two men became mutual gainers. Pushing each other to the extreme. Kyle, their other roommate, had walked in on one too many of their shirtless stuffing sessions and applied for a different apartment.
Joe soon developed a round paunch on his hairy stomach. Matt's competitive side pushed him to grow even more now that he had someone to compare his growth rate to.
327... 348... 369... Matt became an unrecognizable chub, every square inch of his body had softened. His belly protruded well ahead of him and hung down, covering much of his underwear. The width of his waist was impressive, as he now measured 62 inches around. Old stretch marks faded to a light pink or purple as new ones continued to populate across his expansive body. His nipples rivaled the size of half dollars and were so sensitive to the touch.
187... 199... 225... Joe's competitive side slowly grew, as did his appetite. He gave in to Matt's desires to see him too become a fatty. Joe felt awkward at first, with everything fitting so poorly. But with Matt's constant encouragement, he came to love the way the fabric clung to his expanding body.
The two roommates grew until they were by far and large the biggest men on campus. Nobody wanted to mess with these men, for fear they would be squashed to death. They had no intention of stopping. Only the thought of fulfilling their desires to become the fattest pigs for one another was at the forefront of their mind... every waking moment of every day.
