Trying my hand at writing some gainer fiction. Here’s the first part of a long story where a fit guy gets paid to gain weight.
Jamie looked down at the scale, peering over his bloated beer belly. “275,” he uttered out loud. “I did it, sir.” Jamie looked up at his silver-haired benefactor with a nervous smile.
“100 pounds gained this year, that was the deal,” Jamie continued. The man pats Jamie’s belly.
“You did good kid,” he finally answered, handing Jamie a small envelope. “But don’t act like this was just business. I know you loved every minute of it.”
“It’s a good gig,” Jamie replied. He opened the envelope, revealing the check made out for $100,000. “Maybe we could figure out a way to keep this going?” Jamie followed up.
“Oh, I got something in mind”
(A little more than) ONE YEAR BEFORE
Jamie had just graduated from college, getting his bachelors degree in communications. He wasn’t passionate about communications - the major was recommended to him by his coach. Jamie was on the university’s track team, the star middle distance runner on a mediocre Division I team. He had a full scholarship and had some success winning conference titles and qualifying for national meets a few times.
However, because he was so busy with his track career, Jamie hadn’t started looking for jobs. He hadn’t done any internships or done any other extracurricular activities at school. In fact, the only thing that he could think to list on his resume (other than his athletic accomplishments) was his job at McDonalds when he was 18. That was four years ago and he hadn’t had a job since. His athletic scholarship paid for everything - tuition, housing, and a campus meal plan. Now, his bank account was running dangerously low. He had spent the last of his money paying the deposit for his new apartment in Boston.
“Worst case scenario, I start stripping over at that club over in South End,” Jamie joked to his new roommate.
Jamie had moved in with a friend from college, Charlie, who he had a lot in common with. Both Jamie and Charlie were gay, but there was never any sexual tension between them. Charlie exclusively dated much older men. Charlie was also too much of a twink for Jamie to be interested in him.
“I support it, you’d probably make bank at a gay strip club,” Charlie replied. And Jamie would. Jamie was ruggedly handsome. He had a sharp jawline and a toned physique. Jamie was just over 6’ and weighed 175 pounds. And he was lean. When Jamie wore his track kit, you could see his six pack through it. It seemed like all of the small amount of fat he had was located in his ass. Jamie’s ass was an enigma - firm, yet bouncy; plump, yet toned. All of this together made Jamie very easy on the eyes. He never had any issues finding a boyfriend, or a hookup, or what ever he wanted.
Jamie broke up with his situationship in the last week of college. The guy was a total meathead and outside of the sex, he was a total drag. Jamie always went for guys like this. Muscly and stupid. He’d bring all sorts of guys back to his dorm without any shame.
Yet, during his senior year, Jamie started having secret hookups. Jamie would find the chubbiest guys he could find on Grindr and sneak them into his room. He loved the way their asses jiggle when he topped them. He was aroused by the thought of keeping these sexual experiences secret. There was something about these fat guys that he couldn’t get enough of. His toned body against their soft bodies. They were so different - he would never be like them. He just enjoyed their bodies and when they left he’d go out and do his track workout. Even when he was done running competitively, he thought he would keep up his fitness regime.
Lately, Jamie’s workouts had gone from six days a week down to one or two. He was stressed out constantly looking for jobs. He hadn’t lost any real fitness, but felt like he was losing his edge.
“I’ll join you at the gym tomorrow,” Jamie yelled to Charlie. “I’ve got an interview on zoom for this marketing job. It’s in 15 minutes.”
“No worries, I can go by myself,” Charlie yelled back. Jamie heard the door shut.
The interview was uneventful. The position didn’t seem that desirable but Jamie put his best foot forward and acted enthusiastic about it.
He got a call the next week. The HR rep offered Jamie the job with a super low starting salary. Jamie didn’t have any other options so he agreed on the spot.
“Perfect! You can start next Monday. We’ll have a catered lunch so you can meet our team. The regional manager will be in town, so you’ll get the chance to meet him,” replied the rep.
Jamie put on his nicest slacks and a light blue button-down shirt. The 30-34 pants were a little loose around his waist but with his belt, they really accentuated his large butt. He slept through his first alarm, but he didn’t want to be late for his first day, so he skipped his normal breakfast of yogurt and fruit. He grabbed his thermos filled with coffee and booked it out the door. Google Maps said that the office was a 25 minute walk from his apartment, but Jamie was a fast walker so he wasn’t too worried about being late. He felt his stomach growl as he walked through the building doors.
“Which way to Suite 118?” Jamie asked the woman at the front desk.
“Second door on your left.”
Jamie was welcomed by the office manager who got him set up at a desk. She informed him that they do a hybrid in-office/work from home system where you can just pick any desk when you come in.
“Nice,” Jamie thought. “I won’t have to walk here when the weather’s bad.”
“We’re doing lunch in the cafeteria at 2pm,”the office manager continued. “Half of the team went to a client meeting in New York, so we’ll have tons of food. We ordered subs. If there’s leftovers, feel free to take some home.”
Jamie spent the morning doing orientation trainings, but was constantly distracted by how hungry he was. He spent the minutes counting down the minutes until lunch.
Around 1:45, an attractive man walked by his desk to introduce himself. He looked like he was in his late 40s/early 50s but clearly took care of his body and appearance. He had salt-and pepper hair and wore a well-fitting suit that showed off his trim figure.
“Hi there, you must be Jamie. I’m Carl. I’m the Northeast Regional Manager. I usually work out of the New York office but I’m doing my rounds here today.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Jamie replied, shaking the man’s outreached hand. “I’m looking forward to working here.” Jamie’s stomach made a loud noise.
“I guess you’re also looking forward to lunch,” Carl replied with a laugh.
“Oh you have no idea,” Jamie chuckled. “I’m an early lunch kinda guy. Two pm is pushing it.
“Well, I think it might just be the two of us. The part of the team that was supposed to have lunch with us is doing a working lunch so they don’t miss their deadline. We can head over now.”
“Oh that’s too bad,” Jamie said. “About not getting to meet them today,” he clarified, not wanting to sound rude. “Let’s do it.”
After a few short introductions around the office, Jamie and Carl walk over to the cafeteria. On the table, there’s a whole platter of assorted subs; ham, turkey, roast beef. There’s also a plate of large chocolate chip cookies. Both were mostly full. They only had small dents in them, with a few quarters of the sandwiches taken by the rest of the office.
“Dang, that’s a ton of food,” said Jamie
“Yeah, whenever I’m in traveling I always have the office manager put in a big catering order, but the people in this office never seem to eat anything,” Carl replied.
Jamie grabs half of a 12’ ham sub and a cookie and puts in on his plate and goes to sit down.
“Come on Jamie, I know you’re hungry. Take as much as you want.”
Jamie smiles. “I didn’t want to be the guy who looks like a pig eating all the food on my first day. I just wanted to make sure that everyone else could come here and grab some.”
“This is all for us, seriously, have as much as you want.”
“Cool, cool,” Jamie replied, loading his plate with the other half and half of a roast beef sub.
Carl grabs half of a turkey sub and two bottles of coke. He hands one to Jamie and sits down across from him. Carl starts talking about the company’s goals and policies but Jamie is only half listening.
In a matter of minutes, Jamie has already finished his 12’ ham sub and starts working on his roast beef. He realizes that he has been gulping down the coke Carl had given him and he feels a strong urge to burp.
“Excuse me for a minute, I’m gonna head to the bathroom,” says Jamie. Once he closes the door, he relaxes his throat and lets out a huge belch.
“So much better,” he mutters out loud. All the trapped gas had been filling him up and now he felt almost as hungry as he was before lunch. He returns to the cafeteria to see Carl packing up the subs.
“Hey, if you don’t mind I’ll probably have some more,” says Jamie.
“Oh yeah, like I said eat as much as you want. Wouldn’t want these to go to waste.”
Jamie gets another full 12’ sub, 2 more cookies, and another coke and sits back down.
Carl keeps droning on about the company’s finances but slowly trails off. He becomes focused on Jamie wolfing down his second sub plus the other half he had left. Jamie is too busy focused on eating to notice that Carl had stopped talking.
“You can really pack it away,” Carl interrupts.
Jamie smiles shyly, embarrassed about the way he inhaled two and a half subs. He looks down and sees the buttons of his shirt straining to hold his engorged stomach.
“That’s a good thing,” Carl continued with a laugh. “It’s good to see an employee really take initiative,” he joked.
“You know what, I’ve kinda got this side business that I think you could get involved in. I know you’re not making much working here. You’re probably barely making enough to pay rent, the way the housing market has been lately.”
“Oh really, that would be awesome. What kind of business is it?” replied Jamie. “I don’t really have any hard skills or anything. I’m barely qualified to use excel.”
“I think you’ve got the chops for it. Honestly, I’m not allowed to talk about it in the office. Do you have a private number I could reach you at?”
Jamie put his number into Carl’s phone. Carl was right. Even after splitting rent with his roommate, living in Boston was too expensive for what he was making. A side hustle would be necessary and he didn’t want to have to wait tables or work at a department store after work.
“It’ll pay handsomely, but it’s kind of a strange job. But, after this lunch, I don’t think you’d have any trouble doing it,” Carl continued. “I’ll send you a message with the details soon. If you’re not interested just let me know and we can drop it. It’s a bit of a weird ask.”
Jamie was confused why Carl was being so secret about the job. Was he going to be selling drugs? Why was he qualified for it? He barely got a word in during the lunch between Carl droning on and plowing through a family-sized lunch.
“I’m pretty open. But seriously, I need the money,” Jamie responded. “And it was very nice meeting you.”
“I think I’ll be seeing more of you, Jamie,” Carl said with a wink. Carl got up and left the cafeteria to get back to work. Jamie let out another burp as soon as he thought Carl was out of earshot.
