Weight Gain Tales and Comics

Part 5

By the middle of the second semester, Ian had stopped pretending his attraction to Trevor was manageable. It was not manageable. It had become part of the room itself, something Ian lived with every day, tucked into the corners between textbooks and laundry baskets and empty takeout containers. He had thought the crush would fade once Trevor became familiar, once the shock of sharing a room with someone that gorgeous wore off. Instead, familiarity had made it worse. Trevor was no longer just the impossibly handsome jock Ian had met in August. He was Trevor, the guy who stole Ian’s fries, laughed too loudly at terrible movies, sprawled across Ian’s bed without asking, and texted him from across campus to ask whether he wanted to split wings later. Ian knew the way Trevor’s voice got lower when he was tired, the way he always kicked one shoe off before the other, the way he scratched lazily at his stomach after a big meal without even realizing he was doing it. The details had piled up until Ian’s crush had become something warmer and more dangerous than simple lust.

The strangest part was that Trevor getting heavier had not diminished any of that attraction. If anything, it had intensified it. Ian would never have admitted that out loud, not to anyone, but he felt it every time Trevor’s shirt clung a little too tightly to his middle or rode up when he stretched. He had assumed, before all this, that Trevor’s appeal was tied to his perfect athletic body: the flat stomach, the narrow waist, the sharp jaw, the effortless strength. But as Trevor softened, Ian found himself drawn in even deeper. The new weight made him look more real, more touchable somehow, like the untouchable golden boy was slowly becoming someone who belonged in their messy dorm room, surrounded by snack wrappers and game controllers. His arms were still strong, his shoulders still broad, but his stomach now pushed forward with a soft, growing confidence, and his once-cut face had rounded just enough to make his smile look even warmer. Ian had not thought Trevor could get any hotter. He had been wrong.

Trevor did not seem shy about his body either, which was both a blessing and a torment. He changed in front of Ian without hesitation, peeling off sweaty shirts after class or practice, digging through his drawers in just shorts, standing in front of the mirror while deciding whether something still fit. Ian always tried to look normal, always tried to keep his eyes moving so it would not seem like he was staring, but he stared constantly. He could not help it. Each time Trevor was shirtless, Ian took in the changes with a guilty precision: the softer curve of his lower belly, the way his waist had thickened above his shorts, the faint padding at his sides that had not been there before winter break. Trevor’s chest and shoulders still carried the remnants of his athlete’s build, but now they sat atop a body that was clearly being softened by skipped workouts, late-night food, and a complete lack of concern.

Other people had started to notice too, though their comments were usually casual. A teammate in the hall joked that Trevor was getting “off-season comfortable.” One girl at the dining hall poked his side and laughed that freshman year was catching up with him. Even Ian, once, trying to sound harmless, teased him when Trevor complained that one of his older shirts felt weird. “Maybe it’s not the shirt,” Ian said, instantly terrified he had gone too far. Trevor only snorted, tugged the hem down over his stomach, and rolled his eyes like the idea was absurd.

“Please,” Trevor said. “I’m not getting fat. I’m just not cutting right now.”

Ian had no idea what “cutting” meant in any serious athletic sense, but Trevor said it with such lazy confidence that it almost sounded convincing. Almost. Another time, when Trevor struggled for a second to button jeans that had fit him easily in the fall, he blamed the laundry machines. When Ian pointed out that Trevor had eaten an entire pizza by himself the night before, Trevor grinned and said, “Yeah, because I’m a growing boy.” He said things like that all the time, brushing off any suggestion that his body was changing with the breezy certainty of someone who had never truly believed his looks could be threatened. To Ian, it became obvious that Trevor was a classic ex-jock in the making, the kind of guy who had spent so long being fit without effort that he simply could not imagine becoming anything else. He was not worried because, in his mind, he was still Trevor. Trevor was hot. Trevor was athletic. Trevor could eat whatever he wanted and pull off anything.

Ian knew better. Or at least, Ian knew what he was seeing. Every week, Trevor seemed a little thicker. His stomach pushed farther against his shirts, especially after dinner. His cheeks filled out. The small crease under his chin appeared more often when he slouched over his phone. His body had begun quietly betraying the image he still had of himself, and Ian watched it happen with an intensity that embarrassed him. He started building a mental archive of Trevor shirtless, storing every glimpse away for later. Trevor in October, still lean except for the occasional party bloat. Trevor after winter break, with a real gut beginning to show. Trevor in February, standing by the dresser in basketball shorts, stomach soft and round enough to rest gently over the waistband. Trevor in March, stretching after a shower, belly lifting and then settling heavily as he dropped his arms. Ian told himself he was just noticing because the change was interesting, because Trevor was his roommate, because anyone would notice. But late at night, when Trevor was asleep across the room and Ian lay awake in the dark, he knew exactly why he kept those images so carefully.

What made it worse was how comfortable Trevor had become around him. He would lounge shirtless on warm afternoons, one arm behind his head, stomach exposed as he complained about homework or asked Ian what they should order for dinner. He would wander back from the shower with a towel around his waist, belly softer and more noticeable without clothing to contain it, and talk to Ian like there was nothing remotely dangerous about the situation. Sometimes he would catch Ian looking, but Trevor never seemed suspicious. If anything, he seemed to enjoy being looked at. He would smirk, flex an arm half-jokingly, and say something obnoxious like, “I know, dude. The view’s insane.” Ian would laugh and tell him to shut up, while privately thinking that Trevor had no idea how true that was.

By late spring, Ian’s feelings had gone from inconvenient to overwhelming. He was not just attracted to Trevor’s body, though that attraction had become almost painfully specific. He was falling for the whole impossible package: the cockiness, the friendliness, the denial, the way Trevor seemed to be growing softer and closer at the same time. Ian wanted him when he was flexing in the mirror and insisting he still looked amazing. He wanted him when he was sprawled on the bed after too much takeout, one hand resting lazily on the curve of his stomach. He wanted him when he dismissed every comment about his weight with a laugh, completely unaware that Ian was watching each added pound with fascination.

Trevor was getting fatter. There was no real denying it anymore, no matter how easily Trevor himself managed to do exactly that. And Ian, who had once thought living with a fit, gorgeous jock would be the most torturous thing imaginable, now found himself facing something even worse: living with a fit, gorgeous jock who was slowly turning into a softer, thicker, lazier version of himself right in front of Ian’s eyes, without a hint of shame. Ian had no idea how much bigger Trevor might get, or whether Trevor would ever truly notice. But he knew one thing with absolute certainty. Every time Trevor’s body changed, every time that growing belly peeked out from another too-tight shirt, Ian fell a little harder.

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Part 4

When Ian got back from winter break, he told himself he was not going to be weird. He had spent three weeks at home replaying too many moments from the first semester, thinking about Trevor’s laugh, Trevor’s appetite, Trevor coming home from parties with his shirt stretched over a bloated stomach, Trevor choosing to stay in and play games with him when he could have been out charming half the campus. The distance should have helped. Instead, it had only made Ian more aware of how much space Trevor occupied in his head. So when Ian pushed open the door to Room 314 in January and saw Trevor already there, sitting on his bed in sweatpants and a too-fitted T-shirt, he tried to keep his expression normal. He tried not to stare. He really did. But the difference was immediate. Trevor had gained weight. Not a vague maybe, not a late-night bloat that could be explained away by beer and pizza, but actual softness that had settled onto him during break and stayed there.

Trevor still looked handsome. That was the infuriating part. His blond hair was a little longer, his tan had faded slightly, and his smile was as easy and devastating as ever when he looked up and said, “Ian! Dude, finally. This place was depressing without you.” But under the familiar confidence, his body had changed. His T-shirt, one Ian remembered hanging smoothly over a flat, athletic stomach back in September, now clung awkwardly around a small but undeniable gut. It pushed forward when Trevor sat, rounding against the fabric, and when he reached over to grab his phone from the desk, the hem rode up just enough for Ian to catch a glimpse of pale lower belly pressing over the waistband of his sweats. It was not huge. Not even close. But on Trevor, on the guy who had looked almost impossibly fit just a few months earlier, it was impossible not to notice.

Trevor did not seem to notice at all. That almost fascinated Ian more than the weight itself. He moved around the room with the same casual confidence, still tossing his bag wherever, still stretching with his arms overhead, still changing shirts without any sign of self-consciousness. If his stomach peeked out beneath a tighter tee, he just tugged the fabric down once and forgot about it. If his jeans looked snugger at the waist, he blamed the dryer. He ate through the snacks he had brought back from home while telling Ian about break, casually demolishing cookies, chips, and leftover holiday candy as if nothing had changed. Ian sat at his desk pretending to organize his books, listening and nodding, all while his eyes kept drifting back to the new curve of Trevor’s middle.

As the second semester got underway, the changes became harder to ignore. Trevor was still muscular, still broad and strong, but he was no longer quite the lean, carved athlete Ian had first met in August. His body was thickening. His shoulders and arms remained impressive, but his waist had softened, filling out in a way that made his old fitted shirts look increasingly optimistic. The small gut he had brought back from break slowly became more noticeable, pushing outward when he stood relaxed and folding slightly when he slouched at his desk or sprawled on the bed. Sometimes, after dinner, the curve of it looked especially round beneath his shirt, and Ian would have to focus very intently on whatever game they were playing to avoid embarrassing himself.

The most dangerous changes were the subtle ones. Trevor’s face, once sharp and angular, began to soften at the edges. His cheeks looked fuller when he smiled. His jawline was still there, but less clean than before, as if a layer of comfort had settled under his skin. When he tilted his head down to look at his phone, Ian sometimes caught the faintest hint of a double chin forming, just a soft crease under his jaw that vanished when he lifted his head again. It should not have affected Ian the way it did. It was just a few pounds. Maybe more than a few by March, but still nothing dramatic enough for most people to care about. Yet Ian found himself almost hypnotized by it, by the slow transformation of the gorgeous, untouchable jock into something warmer, heavier, softer, and somehow even more intimate to witness.

Trevor also started changing his habits without ever making a big announcement about it. He still went to the gym, but less often. Morning runs became occasional. Late practices left him complaining more about being tired than energized. A lot of evenings when Ian expected him to head out, Trevor would instead drop onto Ian’s bed or the floor and ask what they were watching. He pulled back from the party scene little by little, not because he had stopped being social, but because staying in had apparently become easier and more appealing. “I don’t know, man,” he said one Friday night, already in sweats while music thumped faintly from somewhere down the hall. “Parties are kind of the same every time. I’d rather order wings and finish that show.”

Ian tried to respond casually, like his heart had not just kicked against his ribs. “You? Turning down a party?”

Trevor grinned, leaning back against Ian’s pillows with one hand resting comfortably on his stomach. The shirt he wore had ridden up again, exposing a small strip of soft belly. “Don’t sound so shocked. Maybe you’re just a bad influence.”

Ian laughed, but the words stayed with him. Trevor was spending more time with him. Trevor was working out less. Trevor was eating more casually, lounging more often, letting himself soften without worry or shame. Ian did not know what any of it meant. Probably nothing. It was still Trevor. He was still gorgeous, still cocky, still so far beyond Ian that even imagining otherwise felt dangerous. But now, when Trevor stretched out beside him during movie nights, fuller face glowing in the laptop light and new gut rising gently beneath his shirt, Ian felt something deeper than a crush taking root. It was fascination, affection, want, and disbelief all tangled together.

By spring, Ian could no longer pretend he was just noticing as a roommate. He watched Trevor thicken with a secret, guilty hunger of his own. Every tighter shirt, every lazy night in, every absentminded pat to his fuller stomach made Ian feel like he was witnessing something private that Trevor himself had not caught onto yet. The former campus hunk was still a hunk, but a softer one now, heavier around the middle, rounder in the face, more comfortable in Ian’s world than the one Ian had assumed he belonged to. And as much as Ian knew he should not read too much into it, he could not help wondering whether Trevor was drifting closer to him in more ways than one.

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Part 7

[All credit to the author PlanetBelly, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]

Tommy was the first out the door and down the short set of metal stairs. He took a few steps over to where Cleberg was standing and turned back to check on the progress of Travis.

An amazing site greeted Tommy as he looked back. Travis was trying to act casual as he strode down the stairs, arching his back to support the incredible weight of his belly. He had put on his ball cap and a pair of sunglasses, trying to look cool while still displaying the larger-than-keg sized belly that proceeded him. His boots were loud on the metal steps, then on the concrete as he slowed strutted/waddled over to where Tommy was standing. Before Travis could say anything, two middle aged men in dark suits and sunglasses seemed to appear from nowhere. They spoke briefly with Cleberg then went into the trailer. Each one gave Travis a second look as they went past.

“Are those the guys from the health department?” Tommy asked, as Cleberg nodded affirmatively. “They sure noticed how big the gut is on Travis now!” “I don’t think so,” responded Cleberg, “They’re too concerned with making the inspection of the trailer. They weren’t paying any attention to him.”

Travis was about to say something to Cleberg when he noticed a young man walking toward him. It was getting within a couple of hours of kickoff of the football game, and the crowds were slowly increasing. And although the three men were standing off to the side of the main flow of traffic, a few people were starting to pass by.

“HOLY SHIT!” the young man exclaimed, “Check out the size of that beer gut!” “Just what I need,” thought Travis, “A drunk frat boy noticing my big belly!”

The young man was wearing shorts and a cut off T-shirt with the nickname of a fraternity printed on it. He had an athletic build but a bit of a beer gut himself.

The beer swilling man had a big grin on his face as he placed his hand on top of the burger stuffed belly and began to pat it.

“Damn, you look like you there’s a whole barrel in there! Dude, you need to be drained before you pop!” The frat boy kept feeling Travis’s enormous gut. He looked back and forth between Travis’ face and his belly. “Why don’t you come sit next to us and we’ll tap this bad boy!”

“It’s not beer; I’m just a big eater!” Travis said. The frat boy just laughed and began to walk away. “Yeah, right…there’s more beer in your huge gut than we had back at the frat house for all of us!” was the last thing he said before turning away.

Travis turned. “See Mr. Cleberg, you stuffed me too much. My gut sticks out so far it don’t look right,” Travis continued as he patted his very ballooned belly, “Those inspectors are gonna’ be suspicious.”

“Nah, its OK…you just look like you have a really huge beer belly…there are some guys around here that have a gut almost as big as you,”

“Well, I don’t think…” Travis started to say, but was interrupted.

“HEY! Check out the pregnant dude!” someone shouted. “I’ve never seen that before!”

Travis turned to see a young man, another student, walking past with a huge grin on his face.

“So, dude…you carrying twins or triplets?…looks like you’re about to go into labor at any minute!”

Travis put his hands on the sides of the giant belly ball and replied, “No, man, its just a beer gut; I’ve been putin’ away a lot lately!”

“I don’t know dude…looks more like you’re incubating something in that fucker…good luck with whatever it is!” Then the young man was past.

The three decided to move away from the pedestrian traffic flow and stand closer to the trailer. Travis slowly waddled over to the side wall of the trailer and leaned back up against it. It wasn’t easy supporting all of this added weight, even with his strong legs, so this position gave him a chance to relax a little.

The door of the trailer swung open and the two inspectors emerged. They walked down the metal steps and over to where Cleberg was standing.

“I told you we weren’t doing anything yet,” Cleberg stated, “We’re just getting set up for later.”

“Well, we didn’t find food or any kind preparation materials in there,” the dark haired inspector said, “So, I guess you’re on the up and up.”

Meanwhile the other inspector had stepped over next to Travis and was starring at the enormous gut protruding off the muscular body.

“That’s quite a belly you have there young man,” he observed, “looks like you’ve done a helluva lot of overeating.”

“It’s just a big beer gut,” Cleberg stated, “A lot of the guys around here have ’em. Travis here can really put away the brew!”

The inspector bent down and began to feel the swollen burger balloon. He thumped it twice and then stuck the end of his finger into the deep belly button.

“This belly is incredibly stuffed with something; otherwise a gut this gigantic wouldn’t be so firm and tight. What have you got in there, son?”

“Nothing, right now,” Travis lied, his extraordinarily full belly feeling a bit heavier as he spoke. ” I haven’t eaten yet this afternoon. My belly’s firm because I used to do a lot of weightlifting and I’ve still got big strong abs.” The inspector looked a little suspicious of this story, and continued to stare at Travis’ oversized belly. “Okay, if you haven’t had much to eat then you should be able to help us out. Come over here.”

Travis followed the man in the dark suit over to the other side of the trailer. The inspector instructed Travis to sit down on this large concrete bench. The other inspector had left but returned quickly with several brown bags. The dark haired inspector sat down next to Travis and reached into the bag. “Since you aren’t full yet, you shouldn’t have any problem downing a few of these,” the inspector said, “and as a matter of fact, judging by the size of your stomach, you should be able to eat all of ’em.”

Travis was stunned at the sight of a big cheeseburger in the inspector’s hand. Travis knew he had to eat or “Bubba’s” could be in trouble, so he took the first bite.

“We confiscated these burgers just before we saw you and were looking for a way to get rid of them,” the inspector explained, “And since you said that you were hungry, here’s the perfect solution!”

Tommy and Mr. Cleberg looked at each other than back at the already obscenely stuffed gut on Travis.

“He can’t eat no more, Mr. Cleberg; he’s gonna pop like a tick after hittin’ an artery!” Tommy whispered to Mr. Cleberg.

“Well, he’s gonna’ have too or they may find out we’re lying to them, and then the shit will really hit the fan!” was the response.

Travis continued to eat. He still loved the taste of cheeseburgers, even after having swallowed so many that day. The inspectors were now each sitting on either side of Travis and handing him burger after burger. The young man’s hyper-rounded stomach continued to swell as each burger disappeared. Travis leaned back on the bench to give the gigantic sphere some room. The inspectors were surprised that Travis could continue to eat so much with what appeared to be an incredibly bloated belly already.

Finally, the last burger was eaten and the three brown bags were empty. The dark haired inspector just shook his head.

“Well, I guess everything here is OK.” He patted the top of the now grotesquely stretched out belly. ” I don’t know how you did it but if you could eat all those burgers, you must have been empty!”

Travis could barely speak and his face was somewhat drained of color. He was breathing with some difficulty and looked down to see the amazing ball in front of him. He just rolled his eyes and put his hand on the top of Planet Belly.

The two inspectors got up and shook hands with Mr. Cleberg then left. As soon as they were out of sight, Mr. Cleberg and Tommy quickly sat down on either side of Travis.

“Are you okay, dude?” Tommy said, as he reached out to feel the amazing round gut next to him, “I can’t believe it. It’s bigger than a pony keg; it’s the size of a whole barrel, dude; it must hurt like hell!”

“I…….feel….burp…..like…..I’ve…..burp….. swallowed….a…cow…” Travis sputtered, “Don’t…..get….. too….close…..to….. my….belly…..or….BOOM!” “You did a hell of a job there, Whitfield,” calling Travis by his last name, “A hell of a job in eating all those burgers. Saved us a lot of trouble. I can’t believe that even you were able to down that many!”

“I’ve never seen anything like that,” Tommy was carefully studying the perfectly round shape to the gigantic tan ball in Travis’ lap, “its as big as the rest of you!”

“Yep, that’s a hell of a belly there son, why don’t you just lie down and rest that masterpiece for a minute?”

Tommy and Cleberg helped the burger balloon turn sideways then watched as Travis lay back on the bench. The giant stuffed stomach was sticking straight up into the air, matching the outline (and almost the size) of the university’s domed basketball arena in the background. Travis continued to moan and rub the very swollen sides of his now record setting gut.

Cleberg noticed another one of his workers approaching from a distance. The young man was also a college student, and was dressed in the uniform from the restaurant. He was carrying several large white boxes.

Tommy also noticed his co-worker walking up. “Hey, what’s Alan doing here,” “Oh shit,” Cleberg responded, realizing a mistake, “I forgot to call the store and tell them not to send over the french fries. Alan must be bringing the fries.”

Alan got close enough to recognize the two men, then noticed the burger mountain on the bench.

“Oh my god, what the hell happened to Travis,” Alan said as he moved closer, “He looks like he swallowed a Volkswagen!”

“No, he just ate every single burger we had here plus a few more,” Cleberg replied, “So he needs some rest.”

Travis just responded to this conversation with a loud belch followed by a little more moaning. Alan moved closer to Travis and asked, “You really ate four fuckin’ dozen burgers?”

Travis muffled another belch and just nodded his head in the affirmative. Alan placed one hand on the giant burger-blimped belly while holding the boxes in the other. He leaned over and said to Travis,

Part 6

[All credit to the author PlanetBelly, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]

The trance that Tommy was in was broken with a loud yell from Cleberg. “HEY, what are you guys doing?

“We’re back here,” Tommy replied, “Travis is restin’ after eatin’ all the burgers.”

Cleberg parted the old curtain and appeared in the back room with a large tray.

“Well, Travis DID NOT eat all of them…he’s still got some work left to do.”

The big tray of burgers that Cleberg was carrying was placed on one of the counters.

Tommy had an incredulous expression on his face as he looked at the burgers then back at the huge gut on Travis.

“There’s no way in hell Travis can eat all those burgers! Look at his gut, man…he looks like he swallowed a tire from an 18 wheeler!”

“Looks like I’m gonna have to help him myself,” Cleberg stated, and picked up a burger from the tray. Travis was still lying on his back and got wide-eyed as he noticed the burger getting closer and closer. Cleberg stuck the burger in Travis’ mouth and watched the bloated man begin to take a bite. But rather than let Travis slowly eat, Cleberg stuffed the entire burger into the big mouth, and forced it further down. Travis was surprised by this latest move, but could do nothing at this point but swallow the burger whole. Cleberg quickly grabbed another burger and repeated the process. After the second one disappeared, Cleberg remarked, “Now that’s how you get rid of some burgers quick!”

Tommy was stunned by this sequence of events. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Cleberg was literally stuffing Travis with burgers, as the already super-swollen belly was rapidly expanding.

At this rate of stuffing, it didn’t take long for all of the burgers to disappear. Mr. Cleberg placed his hand on the mountain of belly before him and said, “Now, that’s a good job of eatin’. I knew I’d be able to get rid of all of the burgers!”

Mr. Cleberg turned away from Travis and picked up the now empty tray. He then left the end of the trailer and went back to the preparation area to clean off the tray and put it away.

Tommy looked at the hugely bloated young man lying still on the makeshift bed. Travis’ face was bright red and he was moaning after the vigorous belly stuffing he had just endured. The burger swollen gut was obscenely rounded and bulged in every direction.

“You look like a pregnant horse,” Tommy suggested as he began to gently pat the top of Travis’ belly, “I ain’t never seen a dude’s belly stick up so far!”

“My….gut’s…. gonna….explode!” Travis struggled to say and then put his hands on the sides of his ridiculously protruding belly balloon, “My….belly ….is…. so…. bowed…. out!”

“Man, you’re gut’s so much bigger than a beach ball. And your skin is all stretched out and shit…I don’t think anything could be more stuffed than your gut is now!”

“The….pressure….is…. so…much…I…can…barely… breath,” Travis noted and started gently rubbing his huge stomach with both hands.

Cleberg walked into the back of the trailer. “OK, boys, its time to go. We’re ready to let the inspectors check out the place.”

Travis tried to lift his much heavier body off the makeshift bed, and was not able to do so. Tommy and Cleberg had to help the burger blimp up and into a standing position. For several seconds, Travis stood in the middle of the room, slowly rocking back and forth as he tried to establish balance.

“Dude, you’re so front heavy,” Tommy said, watching Travis try to steady himself, “Its a wonder you don’t fall forward!”

“Okay guys, here’s the plan. I’m going outside now and meet the inspectors. You two come out a minute or so after I do,” Mr. Cleberg described, then continued, “Then we’ll let them come inside here and look around. They won’t find any burgers in here.”

Cleberg laughed and patted the huge burger storage facility that Travis had become as he walked away.

Tommy carefully studied the incredibly gorged young man, still trying to steady himself. Travis had to lean way back to support the huge gut he was now sporting. His muscular upper body still looked like it belonged to a competitive athlete, but the amazingly rounded belly seemed more appropriate on a overfed hippo.

“So, how does it feel,” Tommy asked, placing his hand on the ballooned gut, “You’re fuckin’ gigantic!”

“I…feel…like…like…the Goodyear blimp has been inflated inside my stomach,” Travis looked down at the enormous round protrusion, “The pressure is fuckin’ unbelievable!’

Tommy realized it had been a couple of minutes since Cleberg left. “We’d better head out,” he suggested, “Are you gonna make it?”

Part 5

[All credit to the author PlanetBelly, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]

The door slammed as Cleberg left. Tommy picked a burger up from the tray and turned to Travis.

“Well, you’d better get started,” Tommy suggested and handed the delicious meat and bun to Travis.

Travis began to slowly eat the remaining burgers. After a few more were added to the bowed out belly, he stopped.

“My gut’s really getting sore,” Travis moaned slightly, “I don’t think I can eat any more.”

“Here, I’ve got an idea that might help,” Tommy responded. He pulled up a stool and sat down next to Travis. Tommy then began to gently message the top and sides of Travis’ super swollen gut. The hope was that this action would alleviate some pressure in the areas that had grown so much.

“Is that better?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah, it does feel a little better. Keep it up.” Travis requested, then began to eat another burger.

Tommy kept up his gentle rubbing and Travis continued to eat until the last of the dozen burgers were gone.

“Great job!” Tommy said as he stood up and put his hand back on the top of the incredibly bloated belly. “I ain’t never seen a guy eat like that. You look like you’ve swallowed a beach ball! How’s it feel, dude?”

“Ohhhhhhh, I feel like I’ve… burrrrpppp….eaten a whole cow. Man, look how big …my belly… has gotten!” Travis replied, leaning back in his chair with his hands on the sides of his enormous gut. He looked up at Tommy. “I think I need to… burrrrpppp….go lie down… for a bit.”

Tommy helped lift the burger blimp out of the chair with a loud groan from Travis. The stuffed stud waddled through a flimsy curtain and back to the end of the trailer where a large (and fortunately sturdy) low shelf had a blanket over it for a makeshift bed. Travis slowly lowered himself down into a sitting position then carefully turned sideways and lay on his back.

Part 4

[All credit to the author PlanetBelly, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]

Travis struggled to eat the rest of the burgers, but he managed to get all two dozen into his now huge stomach. He leaned back in the chair and put his hand on top of the overstuffed belly. A slight smile crossed his face as he quietly celebrated his accomplishment.

The door swung open and in walked Tommy and Cleberg. Both noticed the giant swollen belly attached to the young man sitting in the middle of the room. Tommy walked over to stand next to Travis and grinned.

“Daammmnnnn…that’s a big gut,” Tommy noted, and started to pat the burger balloon. “It looks like you’ve finished off all ’em!”. “I… sure…did. All of the burgers are…buurrrppp… are in here,” Travis replied and pointed to his belly.

“Not so fast there; what about these?” Cleberg asked as he pulled out a tray covered with burgers.

“Uh…I guess I didn’t see that last bunch…I’m pretty full already though!” Travis replied.

“Yeah, look at the size of his belly…I don’t think he can hold too much more,” Tommy stated.

Part 3 [All credit to the author PlanetBelly, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]

The next morning Travis went over to his university’s football stadium instead of to the burger restaurant. Bubba’s Burgers was going to experiment with selling burgers from a trailer outside the stadium before games. Today was the first try at this new aspect of the business. Travis was in the trailer working on the setup. The burgers were not going to be prepared on site, but instead would be cooked back at the restaurant and brought over to the stadium as needed. The first shipments had arrived and Travis was loading the trays of burgers into the heated racks along one side of the trailer. It was hot work, so Travis had taken his shirt off. He was a little sorry he had worn boots and jeans instead of shorts and flip flops, as it was warmer than expected. A knock on the door was followed by a shout. “Hey, it’s me…Tommy!” “Come on in, its open,” Travis responded. Tommy stepped into the end of the trailer. He was also a college student, but unlike the senior Travis, Tommy was only a freshman. He had started working at Bubba’s only a few months ago, just after his eighteenth birthday. Tommy was muscular, but leaner and a lot taller than Travis. He saw the shirtless Travis standing in the middle aisle of the trailer. “Man, your gut’s blown up huge,” Tommy said as he grinned, and put his hand on the top of Travis’ oversized belly. “You look like you’re eight months pregnant!” “Nah, there ain’t any babies in there,” Travis replied, looking down at Tommy’s hand still patting the protruding gut, “It’s just beer and burgers!” “So is everything ready for today or have you been eating all of our merchandise?” “Everything’s about ready…except we haven’t gotten’ the fries yet.” As the two we discussing the afternoon’s plans, the door at the end of the trailer burst open, and in walked their manager, Mr. Cleberg. Cleberg was in his 50s, a big man with a thick mustache who looked to have done some serious burger eating over the years. His dress shirt was tight and the large suede sport coat he wore appeared to be unbuttoned for comfort and not for fashion. “We’ve got a big problem boys,” Cleberg blurted out as he made his way to the center of the trailer, “a big problem.” The other two listened apprehensively as Cleberg described the situation. It seemed as though he did not get the correct permits to sell food at this location. There were several inspectors from the city looking around that day and checking for the proper paper work. The only solution was to somehow get rid of the burgers, and convince the inspectors that this was only a test run and not a set-up to actually sell any food. “I’ve called the store and told them not to send over any more burgers,” Cleberg told the boys, “But how can we sneak all of these burgers out without anyone noticing?” The three men were staring blankly at each other when a smile slowly crept across Tommy’s face. “You know,” he started, “there is something here, big enough to hold all these burgers, that we could fill up and get out of here without too much notice…” “And that is…” Cleberg wanted to know. “Travis’ belly!” Tommy stated and pointed at the huge round gut now very noticeable to everyone in the room. Travis looked down at his own belly, at Tommy then back at Cleberg. “Well, I can eat some of these, but there’s no way I can eat all of..” Cleberg interrupted, “Considering all of the burgers you eat while on the job, I think you CAN eat all of these. Now get busy! You’ve got some serious eatin’ to do!”. Cleberg turned to Tommy, “You come with me. We’ll see where those inspectors are.” He reached up to one of the shelves and pulled out a tray of burgers. Then Cleberg turned back to Travis. “You’d better get started!”

Travis realized he had no choice but to eat as many burgers as he could. He sat down at the counter and brought out the first trey as he heard the door close behind Tommy and Cleberg. “How could Tommy suggest I eat all the burgers?” Travis thought to himself as he took a big bite. Then he looked down at the growing round gut, “I guess that’s why,” he said to himself and let out a little chuckle. The first burger disappeared, followed quickly by the second. Travis was very hungry at the time and started to think that this was not going to be that difficult. He loved the taste of a juicy burger and enjoyed the feeling of a full stomach. The second tray came out and then the third. Travis had devoured about 15 burgers when he began to slow down. “Oooohhhhh, I’m getting full,’ Travis said to no one in particular. “I’m getting big too!” he had looked down at his gut. The belly was noticeably larger and now touched the edge of the counter. He backed his chair up a little to give himself a little more room.

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Part 2

[All credit to the author PlanetBelly, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]

The kitchen door swung open and Travis waddled in after another shift at Bubba’s. It had been nine months since he began working at the burger restaurant, and his belly had continued to swell. “So…what’s the damage this time?” one of the roommates asked, as Travis slowly moved over to the refrigerator. “One dozen burgers! A new record!” Travis answered proudly, while opening the refrigerator door and removing a beer. “You look like there’s a basketball under your shirt,” stated the other roommate, as he reached out towards the hugely rounded belly.

Part 1

[All credit to the author PlanetBelly, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]

Travis opened the kitchen door and entered the roomy apartment he shared with two other college students. It was late, but he could hear the ESPN theme coming from the television in the next room. Travis went over to the refrigerator and removed a cold beer. The bottle cap was twisted off, and several ounces of the refreshing beverage disappeared as he made his way into the living room. He lowered himself into the center of the sofa with a slight grunt and took another swig of beer.

“Shit, Travis, how many did you eat tonight? You’re gut looks like you swallowed a bowling ball!” one of his roommates asked

“Seven,” answered Travis, rubbing his bloated belly with one hand, while raising the beer to his mouth with the other, “I managed to stuff seven burgers in this thing tonight!”

“Dude, you better take it easy on those burgers; you’ve only been working there since what, around the holidays? And you’re gut’s blowin’ up like a balloon!” the other roommate warned. Travis had only been an employee of “Bubba’s Burgers” for six months, but had already grown a noticeable belly. A routine had developed of seeing just how many burgers he could eat at the end of the shift after the restaurant was closed. This was in addition to the burgers that Travis ate throughout his work day. His muscular build now had a round gut attached to it, though he had maintained a well developed upper body.

“So what do you weigh now, Travis? Are you up to 250 yet?” one of the roommates asked with a chuckle.

“Of course not,” Travis replied, “Hell, I’m only five-nine! I’d be big as a house at 250! I’m only about 225.”

Travis had decided not to admit that he went from weighing 205 pounds before his new job began to 235 pounds now, so he lied about the exact number. It wasn’t really a lie he thought; he was only “rounding down”.

Part 3 [All credit to the author PlanetBelly, and the legend/ GOAT/ hero/ Godfather of Gainer Art -- the great Warren Davis]

The next morning Travis went over to his university’s football stadium instead of to the burger restaurant. Bubba’s Burgers was going to experiment with selling burgers from a trailer outside the stadium before games. Today was the first try at this new aspect of the business. Travis was in the trailer working on the setup. The burgers were not going to be prepared on site, but instead would be cooked back at the restaurant and brought over to the stadium as needed. The first shipments had arrived and Travis was loading the trays of burgers into the heated racks along one side of the trailer. It was hot work, so Travis had taken his shirt off. He was a little sorry he had worn boots and jeans instead of shorts and flip flops, as it was warmer than expected. A knock on the door was followed by a shout. “Hey, it’s me…Tommy!” “Come on in, its open,” Travis responded. Tommy stepped into the end of the trailer. He was also a college student, but unlike the senior Travis, Tommy was only a freshman. He had started working at Bubba’s only a few months ago, just after his eighteenth birthday. Tommy was muscular, but leaner and a lot taller than Travis. He saw the shirtless Travis standing in the middle aisle of the trailer. “Man, your gut’s blown up huge,” Tommy said as he grinned, and put his hand on the top of Travis’ oversized belly. “You look like you’re eight months pregnant!” “Nah, there ain’t any babies in there,” Travis replied, looking down at Tommy’s hand still patting the protruding gut, “It’s just beer and burgers!” “So is everything ready for today or have you been eating all of our merchandise?” “Everything’s about ready…except we haven’t gotten’ the fries yet.” As the two we discussing the afternoon’s plans, the door at the end of the trailer burst open, and in walked their manager, Mr. Cleberg. Cleberg was in his 50s, a big man with a thick mustache who looked to have done some serious burger eating over the years. His dress shirt was tight and the large suede sport coat he wore appeared to be unbuttoned for comfort and not for fashion. “We’ve got a big problem boys,” Cleberg blurted out as he made his way to the center of the trailer, “a big problem.” The other two listened apprehensively as Cleberg described the situation. It seemed as though he did not get the correct permits to sell food at this location. There were several inspectors from the city looking around that day and checking for the proper paper work. The only solution was to somehow get rid of the burgers, and convince the inspectors that this was only a test run and not a set-up to actually sell any food. “I’ve called the store and told them not to send over any more burgers,” Cleberg told the boys, “But how can we sneak all of these burgers out without anyone noticing?” The three men were staring blankly at each other when a smile slowly crept across Tommy’s face. “You know,” he started, “there is something here, big enough to hold all these burgers, that we could fill up and get out of here without too much notice…” “And that is…” Cleberg wanted to know. “Travis’ belly!” Tommy stated and pointed at the huge round gut now very noticeable to everyone in the room. Travis looked down at his own belly, at Tommy then back at Cleberg. “Well, I can eat some of these, but there’s no way I can eat all of..” Cleberg interrupted, “Considering all of the burgers you eat while on the job, I think you CAN eat all of these. Now get busy! You’ve got some serious eatin’ to do!”. Cleberg turned to Tommy, “You come with me. We’ll see where those inspectors are.” He reached up to one of the shelves and pulled out a tray of burgers. Then Cleberg turned back to Travis. “You’d better get started!”

Travis realized he had no choice but to eat as many burgers as he could. He sat down at the counter and brought out the first trey as he heard the door close behind Tommy and Cleberg. “How could Tommy suggest I eat all the burgers?” Travis thought to himself as he took a big bite. Then he looked down at the growing round gut, “I guess that’s why,” he said to himself and let out a little chuckle. The first burger disappeared, followed quickly by the second. Travis was very hungry at the time and started to think that this was not going to be that difficult. He loved the taste of a juicy burger and enjoyed the feeling of a full stomach. The second tray came out and then the third. Travis had devoured about 15 burgers when he began to slow down. “Oooohhhhh, I’m getting full,’ Travis said to no one in particular. “I’m getting big too!” he had looked down at his gut. The belly was noticeably larger and now touched the edge of the counter. He backed his chair up a little to give himself a little more room.

Full story posted on patreon!