You decide that you don't really need the drug; if the other frats are going to continue to stuff you, you don't really need that much help in the weight gain department. Anyway, you don't want to gain too fast, new clothes are expensive.

So the athletic director sent you on your way to the reservoir, but not without adding, "And if you do it right there might be a little treat in it for you, chubby boy!"

Ugh, he really irritated you, but it doesn't matter now, soon enough all the jocks are going to be "chubby boys". You make your way to the basement and open the water tank. You see that it really did need filling, so you get to work. You begin filling the tank with the purified nutrient enriched water, and then you add the appetite increasing drug, it is enough for 90 days but the water tank is refilled about every month. You can't wait to see the results. You finish the task and go back upstairs.

"Ok, I'm finished," you say to the athletic director.

"At least you're good for something," he replied and threw a candy bar at you. You take the candy bar and leave, no use wasting a perfectly good candy bar; they'll all be wanting it back soon enough.

You go to the gym daily and work out. The jocks still make snide remarks about your big stature, but it doesn't bother you as much any more, and when Mark and Travis say things it even makes you laugh a little bit. After two weeks you notice some slightly heftier gym groups. The spandex gym uniforms are a little tighter and many more loose-fitting sweatsuits have emerged. You also notice that the athletes have been coming in later, taking more snack breaks to "bulk-up on protein" they keep saying, and leaving earlier.

You have also been continuing your gaining cycle of the frat boys feeding you, but it is not as fast as the jocks whose bodies are not used to the increased calorie intake; in fact your body has gotten used to the high calorie intake and with the work outs you weight gain has leveled off. You notice the full effects one day while in the locker room. You notice that Mark certainly has added to his pudge and has gotten a cute little starter belly and Travis has lost some ab definition and you comment; as you pass the two you poke Mark's flab and say, "Looks like I've got some competition," and to Travis, "Hey, tubby."

The two look at you in disgust and continue changing and Mark pulls his stretch work out shirt over his head and looks at himself in the mirror. He does notice that he has let himself go, but he's been so hungry lately he can't help it. You notice him suck in his belly and then push it out. He rubs his belly and you see a little smile creep across his face, but is quickly wiped off when Travis, having just weighed himself, grabbed him in a furious mood and pulled him to the water fountain to fill up his bottle and begin their work-out.

You head out to the gym as well and admire your work. The jocks all sporting new flab, but you can't seem to get Mark's smile over his growing belly out of you head.