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The main character goes to college and finds himself changing. |
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Brad goes to College on a football scholarship, but he has trouble keeping it. Not only is he in the closet about his sexuality, but he's also attracted to larger guys, and find the idea of growing his 6' 4", 200 pound muscled body into one that better suites his fantasies. ********** Remember, guys, this is a story, not just a "He ate a magic pill and got fat," kind of thing. I would prefer there not be so much magic, unless you can work it in subtly. And don't forget about the relationships between characters (I don't just mean hooking up. I mean friendships, enemies, boyfriends and girlfriends, professors, coaches, etc.) There's a really wide range to take from. Now go have some fun!!! |
| It was only a thirty minute drive from Brad's home town to the college, but Brad had opted to live on campus anyways. His football scholarship would take care of everything, even his books. Brad smiled as he drove pulled up to the athletic dorms. That meant that all the money his parents had put into his college fund could be spent on more frivilous things, like beer. Brad got out of his car, stretching his muscled body toward the sky. At six-foot-four, his two hundred pound body was thick with muscles, something noticed by most of the girls nearby and not just a few of the guys. Looking forward to meeting his new roommate and getting settled in, Brad grabbed a box under each arm and a few bag and headed inside. He had no idea what awaited him in the coming year. |
| Waiting for the elevator, Brad looked around and noticed that there were a lot of big guys moving in - or at least it looked like that. Brad took that as a good sign - he liked looking at bigger guys, and he hoped to get bigger himself. At only 200 pounds on a 6'4" frame, Brad knew that he was light for college ball - his high school coach had warned him that the freshman fifteen was going to be a necessity for him, just to keep up his place on the team. "After all, you can't keep giving up 30 or 50 pounds to the opposition," Coach Smith had noted. Brad bounded out of the elevator and down the hall to room 305. He wondered about his roommate - all frosh had roomies, but the only thing Brad knew about his was that he was called Marc and that he was also on a football scholarship. Brad sort of hoped he'd be a lineman, or at least a bigger guy. Brad arrived at the room door, which was open - and there were bags and boxes on one side. He stepped in and dropped his stuff on the other side, then headed back out to get the rest of his stuff, when another guy, burdened with bags, loomed in the door way. "Hi, you must be Marc," said Brad to the stranger. "And you must be Brad! Glad to meetcha!" replied Marc. |
| Brad's hopes of a bigger buddy were quickly dashed though, as a young thin man shook his hand. "I'm just finishing unpacking right now, already picked a room, hope you don't mind." he said. He was an inch shorter than him, and he was definitely skinnier, but his body still looked firm and toned. "Not at all." Brad replied. "As long as you left me the big room." they bothed laughed, and Marc helped Brad carry things into his new room. "So, i looked at the list, and says that your in a football scholarship to. What position are you at?" Marc said, setting the last of your boxes in your room. He was kind of sweating, he must have been carrying a lot of stuff back and forth, but for some reason, this sent a tingling down to your crotch, you ignored it as you replied. "Yeah, i'm up for lineman, hopefully center gaurd eventually. How about you?" "Well, right now, i'm going for quaterback, but i'd like to be..." |
| "...a lineman as well." said marc with this dreamy look in his eye. They keep talking for a while and realise that they have much in common, especially big appetites so they decide to head down to the cafeteria to get some food. On their way down to the cafeteria Brad and Marc run into the head football coach. "Hey boys" said coach. "Looks like the guys you are going to be playing against have really been packing on some mass over the summer. I think you two better bulk up a bit and hit the weights room." Marc and Brad thought they were already pretty big but replied "Sure, Coach whatever you say." When they reach the cafeteria they decide to figure out how they are going to get bigger. |
| Brad's jaw dropped as the entered the athletic dorms cafeteria. Never in his life had he seen so much food. All along the left side of the room were steam tables full of food. There was a breakfast station, piled high with eggs, bacon, sausage, waffles, pancakes, and potatoes. Then, there was a pasta station, with six different kinds of pasta and at least as many sauces, there was an entire station devoted to protein, piled high with beef and chicken in multiple varieties. Down on the end, there was a salad bar covered with all different types of veggies, and three huge pots of soup. There was an entire station devoted to side-dishes, like mashed potatoes, mac and cheese, broccoli-rice casserole, and the like, and there was a huge drink station, with every different type of pop you could imagine, not to mention sports drinks, plus milk, orange juice, and any other breakfast beverage. Then of course, there was the dessert station, which was a table covered with all different cakes and pies and cookies, and next to it sat two frozen yogurt machines. Brad looked at Marc, who seemed just as blown-away as Brad was. "Think we'll have trouble gaining weight in here?" Brad asked. Marc began to laugh as both guys headed for the line to grab their first plates of many. |
| Brad stretched as Marc came back from the showers and pulled out his jeans. Tugging them up over his butt cheeks, Marc noted, "These puppies are getting tight!" "Yeah, well, what'd you expect?" Brad riposted as he grabbed his towel. "Seems like all we've been doing the last two weeks is eating and lifting. Oh, and a little classwork here and there." "Yeah, if I'd known college was so expansive, I'd have come years ago!" Marc joked back. "But, seriously, I think I'll go hit the Jeans Shack after lunch - you wanna come? These are just too tight!" he added, pulling hard to button them up across his growing middle. Brad looked at his roommate and new friend, and noted that with the jeans done up, Marc now had lovehandles - as he did himself! "Yeah, sounds good, mine are bit snug too." "Should be, you've put on more than me!" "Yeah, yeah, two whole pounds more!" "Hey, every pound makes a difference, as coach says. See you in the Cafe?" "Sure, sure," replied Brad, heading out the door to the shower. Sometime, he told himself, he needed to get up and shower with Marc, instead of always being later to the Cafe for breakfast. Of course, he'd probably eat even more in that case.... Aftter their usual heavyweight 'breakfast of champions' - sitting at a table full of football players had really expanded Brad's and Marc's capacity - their couple of morning classes flew by, and Brad and Marc arrived simultaneously at the gym for their daily 11 am workout. Today, it was the upper body. Grunting gently, Brad let down the bar. "Never thought I could get so strong so fast," he remarked, as the 275 pound bar rocked gently in the holder. "Yeah, well, lots of food and lots of play makes Brad a big strong boy!" replied Marc in a 'little boy' voice. "Not to mention Marc." Marc flexed in front of the mirrors, and smiled. "Lookin' good, if I do say so myself!" "Yeah, well, time for lunch!" said Brad, heading for a quick shower. "I'm hungry..." "Me too!" |
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