Growing Boy

B.D.
This morning finds me at Burger King
near the high school checking out the morning patrons for my next
project. My projects might seem ambitious. I improve people. Many
people fall short of their potential. I can help. Quite by
accident, over ten years ago I discovered that I could change myself.
Not my personality or intelligence although sometimes I wish I had
that ability as well. I can change how people look. I was a nerdy,
pimple-faced beanpole sick of how people treated me just because of
my looks. Nobody considered me worth their attention. I was just
one more dweeb, ignored and alone. When I finished my transformation
(I needed to do it slowly because I lived at home and was dependent
on my parents until I could support myself and get out. By the time
I finished I was a top model and had an international modeling
career. Modeling isn't much fun but you do get to see the world and
it can be quite lucrative when you have the look. I perfected the
hollow cheeked, broad shouldered, narrow waisted look that made
normal people want to buy expensive clothes in the hope of looking
like me.
I invested wisely and now I can do
anything I want. I've also got enough money that it doesn't matter
how I look. Being the best looking guy in the room gets old very
fast. I've had it with the boney, starved look, all jaw and shoulder
blade. More and more I favor the well-padded look of guys that like
to eat and don't care if it shows. Today I'm enjoying a body most
people mock-the over-fed, middle-aged blue collar man with a serious
butt crack exposure. I'm perched today on a stool because right now
I don't fit those little booths. Just for fun because I like the
looks I get, I ordered four of the biggest breakfast sandwiches and
those cubes of fried potatoes they sell. One of the pleasures of
life is having a big gut and stuffing it with food although the gut
I'm sporting today can take a lot more than what's in the bag in from
of me. Maybe later, right now I have work to do.
The pudgy counter guy rolled his eyes
and stared at my belly when he brought the tray. I could tell that
he would love to have the guts to eat four sandwiches and flaunt a
belly as big as mine.
“Takes a lot to fill this up.”
I told him as I fumbled under my love handles to put the change in
my pocket. My quivering belly had him speechless. He wanted to be
me. Maybe he would be a good project but I'm in no hurry. Besides
he looks like he is well on his way without my help. Lets see who
else shows up.
Derrick

Everybody thinks its easy to dress
sharp these days. They just don't know. Getting those baggy jeans
to hang just under your ass and cinch them tight enough to stay up
takes some finesse. Of course it is easier when you are straight up
and down with not an ounce of fat anywhere. I' guess I'm a twink but
at least I'm a twink with an attitude. 30 inch jeans belted in
around maybe 26 inches of me make a pretty nice statement even though
I have to move carefully with a kind of shuffle. It's a hassle but
the chicks dig it and it bugs the teachers all to hell not to mention
my parents.
I've got some time to kill so I'm going
to stop at Burger King for a Mountain Dew. Nothing like a caffeine
buzz to start the day right. Maybe Jack's working today and he'll
give me a large cup for the small cup price.
“What up Jack! Gimme a Dew.”
B.D.
I picked him the moment he crossed the
threshold, a skinny guy with the low hanging baggy pants that kids
for some reason think makes them look good. He was maybe 5'6”
and really scrawny but strutting like a bantam rooster. Suddenly, I
displaced the pudgy guy behind the counter (Yeah I've learned how to
do that too ) while my real self just went dormant on the stool.
“Rick, you worthless scarecrow,
you need to eat something.” I gave him a giant size cup and a
couple of the potato slabs. “It's on me.”
“Thanks, Jack.” he
replied. “I guess you know the secret, don't you fat boy? That
belly makes you a real chick magnet”
“Maybe it does, my man. Maybe it
does.”
I jiggled Jack's baby belly in his
face. “You'll find out, my man. You'll find out.” I
thought as I watched his skinny ass walk to the beverage counter.
Derrick,
Jack is sure acting strange but no
matter, nothing wrong with free. I filled the cup with Mountain Dew
and took a deep drink. Then I topped off the glass and slid into a
booth. I don't eat much but this was free so I stuffed down the
potatoes feeling they way they blew up my stomach. Now I was
stuffed. After a few minutes I finished the soda and checked my
watch. Half an hour till first period. I decided to get going.
Standing up, I had to pull up my pants
and rearrange the folds. Feeling stuffed I grabbed my backpack and
walked out of the Burger King.
B.D.
I waited until young Derrick was seated
in the booth to start the transformation. I planned to stage this
transformation over the day so I could savor each delicious added
bulge and curve. I had briefly considered transforming Derrick into
a muscle-bound jock but when he called Jack a fat boy, I knew that
Derrick was destined to be the fat boy to make Jack look like a
twink. It doesn't take much when you start with a little guy like
Derrick. He probably didn't weigh 110 pounds. While he ate I
distributed 15 pounds to his belly and ass. I watched him stand and
adjust his baggy jeans under the fuller ass and a small bulge of
belly. Derrick didn't notice a thing. He was still a twink.
I got up to follow him but first I had
to make my own adjustments. Without suspenders at my current bulk
just about any activity causes my pants to ride down. I get a kick
from watching peoples reactions to the fat man who can't keep his
pants where they belong. I always make sure to give them an eyeful
of quivering belly. I strode (well maybe waddled) out the door after
the plumper Derrick.
Derrick,
I don't know what possessed me to head
into the 7-11. I'd just eaten. Still there I was grabbing four
Twinkies and two giant candy bars. I paid the clerk and jammed them
in my backpack. Then off to school. First period was fine. I liked
the teacher and I'd even done my homework. But by second period, I
started remembering those Twinkies. I raised my hand and asked to be
excused to go to the bathroom and by the time I got there, I didn't
care how disgusting it was to be eating in the toilet stall. I just
stuffed down the Twinkies and both the candy bars. Funny, I could
feel my belly bulging, unusual for skinny me. I had to adjust my
pants again and cinch them in under a little bulge of softness around
my middle. Good, I thought. I can stand to gain a little weight. I
got back to class and settled in just in time for the bell.
B.D.
I parked my fat ass in a park across
the street from school. Nobody would give a second thought to a fat
man snoozing in the sun. I picked a nondescript kid to borrow and
followed Derrick to class swapping with a girl sitting behind him
when I got to his class. When he came back from his bathroom break
Derrick was clearly loosing hie lean and hungry look with another 15
pounds I had packed on him. Now he had 30 extra pounds concentrated
in his middle. Derrick looked like one of those snakes that swallow
a big egg. He was clearly oblivious to the changes in his body but
he seemed to like how it felt. He kept stroking it.
Derrick
Gym class was third period. I hate
gym. I'm still bloated It's kind of strange to have a bulging
belly. Well, not exactly bulging but looking a little full for a
change. Getting back into my school clothes seemed to take some
adjusting. The belt which had always hooked in the smallest position
leaving a long tail, now fit two holes in. and my T-shirt wasn't so
baggy. Maybe I'm getting buff.
B.D.
It's time for a bit of mental
adjustment for my growing friend. His clothes are now adjusted to
fit the 60 pounds I've added to his bulk. Derrick now has memories
of being his old skinny self but I've made him think that the new
weight packed on over summer vacation. He's looking better and
better with a flabby belly starting to stretch his T-shirt and peak
out, some perky moobs and a flabby ass that jiggles when he walks.
Now it's time to see that my boy gets a healthy lunch. “Yo,
Derrick, lets get some lunch.” I've taken over the biggest of
Derrick's classmates to see that my boy gets fed.
Derrick
I like not being so skinny. It feels
good with some heft to swing around. Nobody calls me a twink any
more. It's not like I am a chick magnet or anything but now I feel
more confident. I am feeling hungry though. Good thing it's lunch
time because I ate all the Twinkies. These days, I feel like I
belong. Like going out for lunch with Dave. Never would have
happened before but now we're on the way to lunch at the pizza
buffet. Just in time!
B.D.
My growing boy did himself proud. With
a little encouragement from me, my new friend stuffed himself with 10
big slices of pizza and a gallon of Mountain Dew. I dared him to top
it off with a tub of soft serve ice cream loaded with toppings and he
passed with flying colors. Then we stopped for some snacks to last
the afternoon before getting back to school. My boy got four more
Twinkies, four pies and two big candy bars and acted like it was just
the normal snack. He was 230 by now, over double what he weighed
this morning. His skinny face was more like a moon with a nice
double chin and was almost a twin of the fat bodied teen I had
borrowed. We separated. I watched my creation waddle to class and
then I took the afternoon off.
Derrick.
Funny, I used to think Dave was so fat.
He's not so fat. In fact we are about the same size. I matched him
slice for slice too. Man I stuffed that pizza down and I'm feeling a
little bloated. My belly seems bigger but then what can you expect
when you eat so much. My this desk is cramped. Don't remember it
being so small before.
“Derrick. You sit over here.
Quiet down Tommy.” Mrs. White noticed my trouble getting into
one of those little desks and let me sit in her chair and shushed
Tommy up from snickering at me. Not that I cared. Tommy was a
scrawny skank. That pizza must have bloated me up because my belly
seemed like a shelf after I sat down. Felt kind of good. Next class
was study hall with chairs so I didn't have any problems except my
stomach started to growl. I thought I'd never need to eat again but
I was wrong. A trip to the bathroom gave me the chance to calm it
down with my stash in the backpack. Maybe I should have bought some
more. Then my last class- a science lab. Funny I dropped my pencil
and couldn't bend over to pick it up. I wonder how long before that
belly bloat goes away. My gut kept knocking over the experiment and
Jinny kept giggling. I like Jinny but I didn't need her poking a
finger in my gut and asking how I got so fat. I tried sucking it in
but it isn't so easy. Finally the bell rang and would you believe
it, I was hungry again. Good thing the Burger King was on the way
home because Mom won't have dinner on the table until 6.
B.D.
You might not think it but it takes a
lot out of you performing all these transformations. Gotta eat big
to keep my energy level up so when I left big Derrick to his own
devices for a couple of hours, it was time for me to unwind and
refuel. When I'm doing the fat blue collar look, I like to hit some
seedy bar with greasy food and a pool table. I like to flaunt my
bulk among guys that can appreciate it. My work with Derrick was
almost done. It was time to treat myself. Early afternoon is not a
busy time for bars but there were a few guys at the pool table. I
parked my big butt at a table and enjoyed a big cheeseburger. And a
pitcher of beer. Then another burger because there isn't much point
having a big tank if you can't fill it up. Thought about one more but
it was almost time for school to let out and I needed to make sure
that Derrick got the full treatment.
I stayed my fat self and followed the
bulky lad when he left school. He was a waddling bundle of curves
and bulges at 260 pounds, just about perfect and nothing like the 110
pound twink from this morning. I wasn't surprised to follow him back
to Burger King where it all started. My new creation really loved to
eat- and it showed.
Derrick
You wouldn't think I'd be hungry but I
guess I'm just a growing boy. Had to chuckle at myself but I was
bigger these days, not the skinny guy from last year. Now what do I
want.
B.D.
I couldn't resist getting up close and
personal with my project one more time so I projected myself into the
chubby counter boy. Trying to puff our my gut I asked.
“What'll it be, Big Guy?”
I thought the former twink would bust a
gut. He blushed and looked down at the sack of fat around his
middle. Grinning, he said “Two Double Whoppers, and fries –
super sized, one large drink and one large vanilla shake.”
“You sure that's all? You've got
a lot of room there.” I poked a finger into his doughy belly
making him grin like the Pillsbury dough boy he had become. “It
takes a lot of food to keep fueled when your tank is that big but
then a big guy like you knows that.”
He rubbed one hand over his belly and
looked over at me solemnly. “I do.” he said. “This
is just a snack to hold me until I get home.”
I made change and picked up his order
watching him in the corner of my eye.
“I hope you don't have far to go.
I'd hate to learn that you collapsed from hunger on the way.”
Derrick
The counter guy was taller than me and
trying to look big as he took my order. He called me Big Guy, then
poked my belly and asked it I didn't need more. I guess I am pretty
big, bigger than him for sure. I like that.
Funny, I never noticed how tiny these
booths are. There isn't much room for my belly. Wonder why I never
noticed it before. I'm probably still bloated from all that pizza at
lunch. I wonder how fat I'd have to be before I couldn't fit at all.
Like that fat guy over there on the stool. What a belly. Wonder
what it would be like to be him?
B.D.
I watched my fat boy squeeze into a
booth and inhale his food. He was beyond taste. It was all about
packing his gut. Quite a different boy from the skinny skater he had
been this morning. I saw him looking at me and knew he was thinking
about being my size. I got up and adjusted my pants to let him have
the full spectacle of my luscious 360 pounds of quivering fat. Then
I strode (manfully waddled) toward the door swinging my belly from
side to side and feeling the quivering flow of my ass cheeks. I
could feel his envy as I continued down the sidewalk and back to my
truck. It was a great day.