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LiteratureFat for Paolo - Chapter XVIIIChapter XVIII Trevor Trevor’s house, 21st of January, 06:50 pm Writing this play is surprisingly easy. I’m already at page 25, which means I’m half-way through the first draft just after one day of writing. Of course, it will get edits and some stuff has to change because it’s not as ‘family friendly’ as it should be… but I’m happy, I feel I’m a couple steps ahead already. I can enjoy tonight’s date at the White Rabbit without stressing Paolo about the play. I’m writing a sentence with a hand while grabbing a fist of chips with the other when somebody knocks at the door. I jump on my chair, which makes a sort-of loud noise. “Why do you always have to scare me?” I rant, breathing heavily: “God, I lost three years of life.” My mum laughs and comes closer to me. “How’s the writing going?” she asks, hugging me from behind the chair. “Pretty well. I can print out the first draft when I finish it if you want to read it.” “I’d love to” she answers, smiling. Then, she notices the bag ofLiteratureFat for Paolo - Chapter XXChapter XX Trevor White Rabbit, 21st of January, 07:52 pm Something is happening in me. I don’t know if it’s something good or bad, and I guess I won’t have an answer immediately. I must admit it: I love eating shitty food, and there are many reasons why this is wrong, but fuck my life I love it when Paolo gives me his leftovers and makes me feel like I’m the most powerful human in the world. He had a huge erection when he went to the bathroom. He loves the way I eat; how did I not realize that in the last few weeks? Well, I’m right up his street if he brings me to these nice restaurants every time. Am I gaining some extra weight? Fuck it, I’m in. I’m chewing his steak even if I feel bloated as a puffer fish and greasy as a McDonald’s toilet. And the dream boyfriend that is Paolo finds it too hot to handle. I’m in heav- His phone beeps, suddenly, and my mind goes blank. Fuck, he left it here. Bad choice. I use a tissue to clean my hands and I grab Paolo’s cellphone withLiteratureFat for Paolo - Chapter VIIChapter VII Trevor Nitts’ McDonalds, January 7th, 11.06 pm “Honestly, Gabby, I’m fine” I say for the tenth time in the last hour, before checking my order number on the McDonald’s screen. I’m not even hungry, but I’m a stress eater. And Gabby knows, so she was okay with coming here to help me open up about this whole Paolo situation. “It’s getting out of control, Trevor. He should be expelled at this point, he’s harassing you” she says with her very high-pitched voice. It’s very nice how she’s worried about my well-being. “Do you think he wasn’t serious then?” “A hundred percent no. I mean, he’s retarded, would you date him if he was for real?” I open my mouth to scold Gabby for using the r-word, but the girl at the counter calls my order. I smile immediately, rushing to get in front of the crowd to get my tray. We sit at the table at the extreme right, next to the bathroom, because there’s a wall that pretty much hides the seats completely, and nobody really uses the toilet atLiteratureFat for Paolo - Chapter XVChapter XV Paolo Paolo’s house, 18th of January, 12.44 am I’m looking outside of the car window and I can’t stop thinking about the peace of mind I felt when it was Trevor on the passenger’s seat, watching the lampposts and trees outside, after our first date. I feel like a train wreck right now, I’m so exhausted by everything and I feel like the more I stay awake, the more I fuck things up. When Trevor’s car stops and we get out, I look at my small suburban house. I have a mental flash of Trevor’s villa, Gabby’s one too. My brain calculates an entire collection of Jonah’s most expensive clothes, and his expensive watches and rings. I start crying again and I don’t even care about the fact that my crush is probably thinking I’m weak. “Hey, hey, hey. Come here” he whispers, before holding my hand and hugging me. I want to disappear in his hug. Once we get inside, I point the coat hanger next to the door with my finger. I can’t even speak. I just know that whatever I say now wouldLiteratureFat for Paolo - Chapter VIChapter VI Paolo Roger Nitts Senior High School’s theater, January 7th, 9.23 pm He’s majestic when he does his thing. I can’t stop looking at him now that he’s on stage. I can see how he looks at me now and then, my heart warms up like crazy. He’s mad at me, but also confused. He’s probably thinking: “Why the fuck is he not leaving me alone?”. If he only knew… well, I don’t know either. To be fair, I could get rejected. But this fog of misunderstanding is about to suffocate me. Trevor’s eyes cover all the audience, even while he’s performing his lines. There are not many people attending, considering the fact that this play was a big hit last year. Our school won awards for it and shit, it’s good. I turn around when I hear some people gently laughing in the distance: it’s Jonah, two other guys and a girl walking towards the seats. He has this evil look on his face, but when he catches me glancing at him, he smiles and nods. We have never really been friends, he had this crush on meLiteratureFat for Paolo - Chapter XIChapter XI Paolo Sashimi Garden’s parking lot, January 10th, 09.32 pm While we get out of the sushi place, I can see Trevor is struggling. He’s super full, and for how much I’m sorry for him, I’m so fucking horny. He literally devoured whatever I told him to and he was fine with it. He didn’t even make a joke about being worried of gaining weight. He seems to just enjoy food, which is awesome. He’s so unaware of the whole encouraging bit of my life, but I still managed to make him bloated as a colorful air balloon. His belly doubled in size compared to how it was when we got into the restaurant almost two hours ago. “I haven’t eaten like this since Thanksgiving, damn.” As we get to the car, I can see the buttons of his shirt struggling to keep it together. Honestly fellas, same. “Do you want me to drive?” I ask, noticing he’s quite worried as soon as he opens the car. “Err… would you? I’m a bit sleepy” he says, embarrassed. He gives me his keys and I get in the driver’s seat as soonLiteratureFat for Paolo - Chapter XXIXChapter XXIX Paolo Carl’s place, 12th of February, 10:32 pm As I hold Trevor’s hand to get through the living room and get upstairs, I notice a lot of people playing beer pong in the kitchen. The only few guests that are not there seem already drunk enough to be able to ignore us. I can see Aaron hitting on Gabby, which, I guess, it’s pretty weird if we think he was probably going to be my rebound in a couple of days. Fortunately, I have other stuff in my mind. I look back at Trevor. He looks so relieved we are finally getting some action. Maybe the reason we argued a lot is not about me not opening up, but him not opening his legs earlier. He’s following me to Carl’s room and, by the look in his eyes, I can see all the dirty things he has in mind. Carl gave me his room’s key as he knows that when he gets drunk, he always wants to go to bed, and for his birthday party he’s trying to stay awake all night long. I can see all the parts of the puzzles matching, just for making thisLiteratureFat for Paolo - Chapter XXIVChapter XXIV Trevor Jonah’s BAV (big ass villa), 28th of January, 02:44 pm “Paolo” says Gabby. “Gabby, Trevor” he greets back, and I can see clearly how close he is to shit himself. He’s paler than a decomposing corpse. “Nice to see you here. How was the family gathering? Better than this one?” I ask, ironically. I’m looking into his eyes as if I could rip his heart out, pee on it and then smash it with my cock. “Trevor, it’s not what you think.” “Oh, isn’t it? Aren’t you at my ex’s house to suck his dick and get admitted to NYU or something?” “Woo. I guess shit is about to get down” adds Gabby. Paolo tries to speak, but he can’t. I mean, what the fuck could he say to convince me he’s not a total moron? I call Jonah, who is standing five feet away, and when he turns towards us, I can see he’s already hating me. “T-Trevor, let me explain” says Paolo, probably praying to find a good excuse for the horrible, horrible situation he puts us both in. “Of course, there are always two sides of