And now for something completely different...
I thought we would take a break from my story and post something from a much more talented writer. I am honored to be debuting the first of (hopefully) many chapters of zmariottax's fantastic new story, Feeding Roman. It's a bit different from the usual fare you find here, a mixing in a bit of the supernatural (think The Traveler from GainerWeb) but it's fantastic.
Usually these types of stories that involve some sort of other worldly force read something along the lines of "and then there was a genie and he made him fat and then he was like, huge. The End." That's why usually I stay away from those types of stories. This finely crafted tale is anything but rushed.
Read the whole thing after the jump.
Feeding Roman
Chapter I
by zmariottax
There he was again, Devan's RA at the dormitory that year, strolling lazily down the hall. It was the night of the third day of classes and everyone had pretty much begun to settle into what would become their routines for the next few months.
As for his RA, he seemed like a decent guy. He was friendly and had a good sense of humor. He seemed a tad jaded in his views of humanity, but not enough to be irritating. It lent to his personality the perfect amount of humorous sarcasm and wit. Devan could tell he was smart, but probably not extremely so in the book sense. From the little chances he had to converse with him, he seemed to be very cunning and witty. He also had the room across the hall, and Devan had been dreading coming back to school that semester to find the RA would be some tight ass who hated loud music and any form of social interaction.
Luckily, he got Roman. He wasn't a bad looking guy either. He had light brown hair that was borderline dusty blonde, medium-length that fell just below his ears, similar to the style that Devan had. His was full and slightly tussled at all times however, while Devan's dark brown hair usually needed only a quick comb through to tell it how to act. Roman was pretty tall, several inches above six feet, but not dauntingly so. He had this relaxed, lazy smile on him almost any time you'd catch him in the hall; handsome, in an indie band member sort of way. You could tell his wardrobe consisted of cargo pants and hoodies, and maybe the occasional military-style jacket.
Luckily that night he was in simple sleep pants and a t-shirt. It was close to midnight on Wednesday night though, so most students were indeed getting ready for bed. He had the frame of a guy who wasn't too thin growing up, but wasn't exactly a muscle stud. As his tight t-shirt conveyed however, he had gained a bit of a belly since coming to college. He stopped in front of Devan while he was leaning against his doorframe idly, giving him a smile before managing to open his own door. The faint smell of marijuana lingered in the air, and the brown-haired guy realized that was most likely the reason for Roman's small gut. What better place to satisfy the munchies than at college, with so much fattening food around you and no parents to facilitate your eating habits.
His eyes lingered on the sight of his tantalizing rear in those thin sleep pants. The weight definitely suited him. Then again, Devan thought additional weight suited almost any guy so his opinion was a bit biased. Still, as he slowly closed his own door, a pleased grin crossed his face. Roman's habits would undoubtedly lead to him continuing to gain weight this semester, even if Devan had to lend a helping hand.
"Hey Devan," the Hispanic guy lying on one of the bed tossed out as Devan sauntered into the room. "Did you want to work out with me tomorrow?" Devan groaned at the mention of working out so early in the semester.
Devan was a beefy guy in his own right. And though he did work out, albeit infrequently, much of his frame was natural muscle. He had strong biceps, each adorned with a tribal band tattoo, that connected to a powerful upper chest and pecs that were only slightly less-muscled than they were back in his high school years. Devan had not escaped his Freshman year unscathed, and he had managed to gain twenty-five extra pounds, of which most sat pleasantly around his middle, without even trying. Though he didn't mind being bigger himself, his true fascination was deep-seeded in watching other guys gain weight.
He had dark brown hair that fell just below his ears, and penetrating brown eyes that had enraptured more than their fair share of people. Devan was a simple guy, mostly preferring t-shirts and jeans that gave a good visual of the frame he was so proud of.
He gave Jared a smile as he sat down on his own bed. "No way, dude. It's way too early to start workin' out! Gotta enjoy this down time before the semester picks up."
Jared snickered a bit and turned the page of the book he was reading. "Just be careful you don't start taking after our RA."
Devan cocked a curious brow. "What? Roman?"
"Yeah, the guy across the hall."
"Yeah, yeah. I know he's our RA. What about him?"
"Well, last year he was a pretty thin guy. I don't know if you've noticed, but he's filled out quite a bit over the summer," Jared casually divulged. He didn't catch the smile that crossed Devan's face.
"Well, I think he enjoys a little smoking. Smelled some weed as he passed just now," Devan added. Jared nodded as he again turned a page in his book.
"Well," the Latino chimed in again, "case and point. Unless you want to be the guy with the gut, 'cause I've seen the way you eat, man, you'd best start heading to the gym on a regular basis."
"Yeah, yeah," Devan responded nonchalantly. He was still too caught up in his thoughts of Roman; how his summer must've went, how the semester was going to go, anything he himself could possibly do to speed up the growth process.
A stray idea crossed his mind suddenly.
His sister Janine dabbled more than a little in the occult arts. And while she had proved on more than one occasion that the occult was more than just make-believe Halloween games, he had never really been all that interested in it. It was a long shot, that she would be able to lead him to anything useful, but small odds were never enough to deter Devan from something that he wanted.
'I'll call her tomorrow after classes,' he thought to himself. 'See what she can do for me.'
Classes on Thursday had come and gone, and Janine had told her brother that she happened to know of someone who lived only a few minute-drive outside of the college. It was a chilly September day, and Devan didn't have a car, but the task of walking nearly half an hour didn't even phase him. Soon enough, he was walking down the deserted halls of a warehouse that had been converted into a sort of low-class shopping mall. Mostly, the only business owners were student-run music stores and struggling artists, and the entire place was very poorly lit. It had a very moody, slightly eerie atmosphere.
Devan had spent nearly twenty minutes meandering the halls until he finally found the store he was searching for. It was the only one of the rooms in that particular alleyway that was actually being used. He rapped on the door twice before taking a deep breath and opening it. He had to step through a cascading wall of beads to truly enter the store, equally as dimly lit as the mall itself. It was crowded with aisles and items, trinkets and relics, and it was hard for him to walk as his broad shoulders grazed and knocked objects aside while he headed down the center aisle, hoping to find a store owner. Sure enough, a beautiful woman stepped out from a side room.
"Ah, an eager patron I assume?" the dark-haired woman asked with a curious smile. She wore a sort of silk gown, with all sorts of mixed colors. It had a silver satin belt wrapped around the waist and possessed a very oriental flair. The woman placed her hand on Devan's shoulder. "My name is Miss Partika. How can I assist you?"
Devan had to swallow hard for a moment while he contemplated how to word his desires. "I… um… need…"
The woman could tell Devan was nervous, and she rubbed the side of his bicep soothingly for a moment. "Nothing is too strange my dear. Our world is filled with all kinds of things. 'Normal' is merely a common opinion, and not one I'm often too fond of. I value the unique."
"Well, I have… this… friend. He's interested in… putting on some weight… for… football, since the season's starting and all. But he needs to do it quickly, and my sister told me that you might be able to help him out."
"I understand completely," Miss Partika answered with a warm grin. Devan got a slight chill, and he had the feeling that somehow, she saw right through his lie. Either way, if she was willing to help him, he didn't care. The woman headed off into the back room, beckoning for him to follow. "All of that is merely show," she admitted. "Love potions and gemstones for the occasional tart that wanders in here. But the truly mystical, that is what I keep back here. Now, your case is a little strange. I'm not sure if there's much to be done for your friend. There's only one thing that pertains to your scenario, now that I think of it, and even that is farfetched."
"So you have something?!" Devan questioned, the fear inside of him instantly replaced by excitement. Miss Partika glided over to the back wall of the crowded room, standing on her toes and struggling to reach the top shelf that held several large bottles filled with some sort of colored gasses.
"My dear, would you mind helping me out. I'm just not tall enough to reach."
Devan sauntered over next to the woman. "The second one from the left," she told him as he reached up and wrapped his fingers around it. He turned and looked at her, as if asking whether or not he was holding the right one as he pulled it down. She nodded. "Yes, the blue one."
Devan glanced down at the large cylindrical bottle in his hands. There was a big cork in the top, and it was filled with a thick, swirling blue mist.
"Ramiathoth…. Or was it Goriathoth? Anyway, I think the name ends in 'thoth.' But it's been there on that shelf for years and years, and my memory just isn't functioning properly right now I guess. But if you're truly desperate, that is the only thing I have. And I'm still apprehensive about parting with it. That mist is very dangerous, young man."
"Dangerous?" Devan echoed, both curious and apprehensive.
"That bottle contains the spirit of a gluttonous demon. Breathing in that mist will instill the spirit's influence upon the victim. I'm not sure what exactly will be the result, but it should lead to an increased appetite. But it is the spirit of a demon, so something much worse could result."
"My sister knows a lot about this sorta stuff. I'm sure she'll be able to help me out if anything bad happens."
"Alright then. Take it. It isn't like I was going to be selling it anytime soon or anything. But… if you find yourself in dire circumstances, do not hesitate to come back here for help."
"Yep," Devan responded, beaming.
"What the Hell was that?!" Roman asked, dropping the empty bottle onto the carpet.
Devan had quickly rushed back to campus and found the object of his affections. He opened the bottle and gave it to Roman, asking him what the mist smelled like as if it was some kind of science project. Roman leaned forward and gave the bottle a sniff, and the mist immediately gathered towards him and drifted into his mouth and nostrils. Within a second, the bottle was empty and Roman stumbled back against the wall, coughing. As he looked up at Devan once the coughing had ceased, Devan saw his eyes flash a strange color for a split second. It was done.
"I told you to smell it, not breath it all in!" Devan joked, as if Roman had just inhaled his homework assignment. "Now how am I going to finish my work tonight?" Roman relaxed a bit at Devan's humorous attitude. He even chuckled a bit.
"Whatever, I guess," light-haired guy said, shrugging it off. "I'm gonna go get something to eat. I haven't eaten all fucking day, man. Catch ya later," he tossed as he grabbed his backpack and headed out of Devan's room.
Devan heard a monstrous belch resound from all the way at the end of the hall, and just knew that it signaled the return of Roman from his first feasting. He shot up from his bed and rushed to the door, halting immediately to not seem overly excited as he slowly drew it open. Poking his head out, a grin crossed his face as he saw Roman sauntering towards him. He immediately felt his member standing at attention at the sight.
His RA had an expression on his face perfectly befitting of a man who was stuffed to the point of extreme pain, of a man with a belly so full all he wanted to do lay down, fall asleep, and not wake up for several days. His large belly jiggled and swayed with each heavy-footed step, hung out over his unbuttoned cargo pants, and had forced the shirt that fit fine half an hour ago to ride up past his navel. The skin on his stomach looked stretched and taut over the enormous amount of food it was struggling to contain.
As he approached his room, Roman noticed Devan poking his head out and waved to him with one hand, placing the other atop his overstuffed gut. Before he could say anything, he had to let out another loud burp.
"Nice sound," Devan complimented as Roman licked his lips following his eructation.
"Man, I ate like a pig," he admitted, the same lazy grin again crossing his face. "I swear I have never eaten as much as I did tonight."
"All-you-can-eat?" Devan questioned curiously, completely enamored with the sight of Roman's gut.
"Nah, the regular cafeteria," Roman answered, lifting his shirt fully and rubbing the expanse of his round belly. "Two fucking pizzas, dude. Even when I have the munchies I'm never that hungry. I don't know what got into me, Dev. But every single slice made my mouth water just as much as the last, and I never felt full. I mean, now I'm feeling it --uuurrpp-- but while I was eating… I was like… in this zone. You know?"
Devan took the opportunity of having Roman so big and bloated in front of him to reach out his hand and place it on the side his round belly. He gave it a gentle pat. "And I thought I had a big appetite. Damn. I'm impressed, dude. It actually worked."
"What… worked?" asked Roman curiously, unaware of the spirit that Devan accidentally referred to. Devan immediately drew back his hand and scratched the back of his head nervously, trying to play it cool.
"Ah… nothing, man. I meant to say how… surprised… I am… that your stomach could actually… hold all of that. Yeah."
Roman shrugged and patted the side of his gut. "I'm gonna have to watch it or my gut is gonna start looking like this normally."
"Yeah… would hate that…" Devan agreed, with a hint of sarcasm that Roman didn't pick up on.
"Well, I'm gonna crash. I'll catch you later," Roman said, pulling his t-shirt back down as much as he could and turning to unlock his door. Devan closed his door, trembling with excitement. He was rock-hard, feeling the horniest he had ever felt in his entire life. He reached down and gave his cock a squeeze through his athletic pants, imagining how the next few weeks would progress.
Two weeks had gone by and Roman's eating habits continued unabated. Each time Devan ran across Roman, he looked round and stuffed and after two weeks, he had gained more than a little weight. When he wasn't completely stuffed, his belly still hung out substantially farther than it did at the start of the semester and each morning, he found it increasingly difficult to button his pants.
During this time, Devan had become better friends with his RA. About a week after the incident with the spirit, Devan was coming home from dinner when he noticed that Roman's door was open. Upon checking inside, he saw him lying on the bed shirtless, his abnormally mountainous gut rising straight into the air. He had his eyes closed, and he was obviously resting off a huge meal.
Devan stepped inside a bit, leaning against Roman's doorframe and admiring the handsome man and his big belly. Roman heard the creaking of the floor and opened one eye, giving the visitor a sideways glance. A smile crossed his face as he saw he was being watched.
"Hey stranger," he tossed groggily. Devan couldn't hold back a smile himself.
"Seems like this is becomin' a habit for you, bucko."
"Yeah, seems like it," Roman agreed, rubbing the circumference of his bare gut. Devan took another step, deeper into the room.
"How you feeling?" the dark-haired guy asked as he approached the bed.
"Like I just ate a whole cow. Or at least enough burgers to seem like it."
"Sounds… painful…" Devan answered softly, towering over the brown-eyed guy who was smiling up at him lazily. As if in response, Roman rumbled out a deep, lengthy burp, patting his stomach triumphantly.
"A bit. But it feels good too… to satisfy that hunger, I mean. That… noise inside of me, those pains… it feels so good just to sit back after a big meal and hear nothin' but quiet."
Devan placed a hand firmly on top of Roman's overstuffed belly, rubbing it in slow circles. With his RA's laid-back attitude and the throbbing erection in his pants, he couldn't stop himself from overstepping his bounds a bit. Roman gave a low laugh, almost like he was being tickled.
"That feels good, dude."
"Belly rub usually does. Best part of a big meal to me."
Roman closed his eyes and let Devan continue rubbing his belly. In a comfortable silence, Devan helped to ease Roman's aching stomach while getting to actually enjoy the touch… the feel… of the gut he had went to such elaborate lengths to help grow.
"Aw man…" Roman stammered in agitation after several enjoyable minutes. He groaned as he opened his eyes and glanced at the digital clock beside him. "I have a night class in fifteen minutes. Damn."
Devan retrieved his hand after giving Roman's middle one last, quick rub. "When will you get out?" he asked curiously.
"Sometime after nine. Sometimes early, sometimes late. To be honest, I'm usually stoned when I go."
Devan chuckled at the admission. "I'm sorry I interrupted your tokin' time."
"Don't be," Roman quickly answered, rubbing his sleepy eyes. "I might've just slept through my class, feeling so full and all. But now I think I feel good enough to go."
"And after two hours of class, you might be hungry enough to swing by the cafeteria before it closes."
"I don't know about that, man."
"At least bring me back something," Devan said with a grin.
"Sure."
"Pick up something for yourself too. If it's a tight squeeze," Devan explained, patting Roman's belly again, "I could give you another belly rub. Growing boy like you could use all the food you can stomach."
"Oh, I'm growing all right. In fact, I think I've already grown plenty."
"Weight adds character. Besides, it looks good on you."
"Ya think?" Roman asked curiously, cradling his big belly with his hands. Devan just nodded, smiling. Though Roman didn't seem to mind his forward actions thus far, he didn't want to overstep his bounds. He eased off a bit on the compliments and the belly rubbing, stepping back a bit to leave and let Roman get ready.
"Have fun in class, big guy."
As the end of October loomed on the horizon, Roman's appetite showed no signs of settling down. He had a fat belly that put many of the beer-swilling frat boys to shame and a larger rump that left little room for further growth in his cargo pants. Despite the rate he was continuing to pile on weight, his constantly ravenous hunger pains kept him from questioning it too much. He usually only had two things on his mind: feeding his belly and trying to pass his classes, which seemed less and less important when compared to the prospect of another meal.
Devan began spending more and more time with Roman. They had even began eating together sometimes, when their schedules left them time to. Devan also persisted in his obvious affections for Roman's appetite, though he held back just enough to not come on too strong.
The growing RA found himself wearing hoodies almost constantly in public, as most of his shirts looked like a joke over his rotund midsection. In fact, Devan was usually the only one to see Roman in less than a hoody, and that was always in the privacy of Roman's room after one of his many meals.
That particular night, Roman was still out and about campus. Devan was standing before the full-length mirror on the door, wearing only form-fitting boxer-briefs. Jared was laying on his bed, watching Devan checking out his body in the mirror. Devan hadn't changed much since the start of the semester. He still had powerful arms and strong, thick thighs, and a bulging package. His pecs, though once firm and muscular, had softened up a bit, but that had been a result of the weight he gained Freshman year. Also a result of Freshman year was the small roll of pudge that stuck out over his boxer-briefs. Though he had never actually had a six-pack, he was definitely looking more well-fed than in recent years.
He flexed his arms and took a traditional bodybuilder stance, knowing it would make Jared laugh. Sure enough, he heard the Latino chuckling behind him.
"You could use some shaping up," Jared teased, "but for the paltry amount of times you've actually gone to the gym, the damage isn't half bad." Devan turned and sucked in his stomach for Jared. Again Jared laughed, grabbing a snack cake off of the table next to his bed and throwing it. It smacked into Devan's upper chest and landed on the floor. Devan let out his stomach, rubbing his small belly lovingly.
"I'm still a stud," he told himself.
"Yeah," Jared snorted. "Now cover up. I'm tired of seeing that ass."
Devan sauntered over to the bed and picked up a pair of sleep pants, pulling them on. "I'm gonna go wash up," he called as he closed the door behind him and headed down the hall.
As he was returning from the bathroom, he heard a door close. Sure enough, he turned around and saw Roman smiling at him.
"I was starting to think you weren't coming back tonight," Devan joked. Roman sauntered slowly down the hall towards him. Devan couldn't hold back a laugh as Roman approached him. His hoody looked slightly ridiculous in that it didn't hide the light-haired guy's girth one bit. It looked as if Roman was smuggling a basketball beneath it, and the fabric was even straining to cover it.
"I know, I know," Roman sighed, unable to help a smile himself. "I really overdid it tonight. I felt so heavy, dude. I couldn't even move. For nearly an hour after I ate, I just sat there in this stupor, rubbing my big ol belly."
"Feeling better?" Devan asked, struggling to keep from getting hard.
"Enough to walk I guess," he admitted as he unlocked his room and the two boys headed inside. "Damn Devan, I really need to stop this. I'm fucking huge," he said, pulling off his hoody. "I even have stretch marks, dude. Stretch marks!" he exclaimed as he lifted his shirt and pointed to his prominent love handles. "I gained like thirty pounds over the summer and I never got stretch marks. I can't stop eating, Dev. I'm always hungry, even when I'm full sometimes! In fact, tonight while I was weighed down by my gut, I still started salivating over the thought of more dessert."
"What are you tippin' the scales at now?" Devan asked, folding his arms over his bare chest and licking his dry lips as he surveyed Roman's chunky midsection.
"Easily over 200, maybe around 220 I'd guess. Fuck man. And Thanksgiving's coming up, dude."
"Afraid of what your parents are gonna say?" Devan asked.
"Fuck them," Roman responded easily, prompting both of them to chuckle. "All that food. Leftovers. I just know I'm going to plant myself at the table with an open mouth all weekend." He slapped the side of his gut for emphasis, grunting in a bit of pain. "Man Devan… you gotta help me ease off," he pleaded, running a hand through his thick brown hair nervously. "You gotta help…" he started, trailing off as Devan grabbed a Twinkie off of the nearby computer desk and unwrapped it. "You have to help me… stop… eating…" he struggled to say as Devan took a step forward, bumping into his overstuffed gut. Devan pressed himself against Roman as he brought the snack cake to his mouth, forcing it inside. Roman simply chewed and swallowed until it was gone, all that remained was Devan's sly grin and his piercing eyes staring into his. He felt Devan's raging hard-on against the underside of his gut.
"Cut this crazy talk," Devan commanded, still grinning devilishly. Roman was breathing heavily as he felt Devan place his hands on his bulging love handles.
"Dude…" Roman stammered softly as Devan pressed himself firmly against his gut and leaned in closer. "What are you…?"
"Shut up," Devan cooed, softly yet with a hint of command in his deep voice. He was but an inch from Roman's tempting lips and closing the gap.
"I'm… not a… faggot…" he whispered as Devan kissed him. Devan pulled back for a moment, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, his upper lip twisting into the start of a grin.
"Me neither," he replied as he leaned forward again and resumed his kiss, tangling his fingers in Roman's thick hair and placing his other hand atop Roman's plump butt. As he finally felt Roman relax a bit and ease into the embrace, he used his foot and kicked the door closed behind him to ensure their privacy.
