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Charlie didn’t know when this all started.
Actually, no, he can’t remember when this all started (His memory was pretty bad anyway. Must be because of all of his daydreaming)
But all he knew was that he was suddenly standing in front of one of the bedroom doors of the dormitory that he and a few others were staying in, with a plate of food in his hand.
You see, he and the other boys had gotten a new roommate, a rather serious boy named Sinclair. Charlie liked Sinclair; he was cute and smart and even shared the name of a character he liked from a game (even if that character was named after a character in a literary work). Though he thought the boy was a bit too serious, always seemed to be studying or working, and never seemed to take the time for any leisure.
At first, he thought the boy would be just that, some bore who needed a lesson on loosening up.
But then, he started to notice something strange.
“Hey…uh, Sinclair. Can I ask you a question?”
“You just did.”
“Wha-hey! Don’t play this game with me!”
No response
“…May I ask you two more?”
The other raised a brow, surprised that Charlie caught on fast. “…Very well, what is it?”
“Well…I kinda noticed that…well, um…Have you eaten anything today…like, at all?”
There was a moment of silence between the two before Sinclair put down the textbook “…Huh…It appears I have forgotten to eat.”
That seemed to flip a switch in Charlie’s mind. Whether it was something he picked up from his past or just something natural, whatever the cause, it eventually led to him always fixing up a plate to bring to Sinclair. It mostly consisted of some snacks, sometimes it was take-out or leftovers. Sometimes he would actually cook something small.
And now, he was here, his right hand carrying the plate of food while his left just hovered in front of the door.
‘Oh my god…WHAT AM I DOING??? I’m not his personal maid! I shouldn’t be doing this!!!’
Charlie wanted to be mad, to just stomp off with the plate of food and…put it in a plastic container to save for later. What? He didn’t want to waste food!
But…he just couldn’t. Instead, he sighed deeply, “Oh, who am I kidding? He didn’t ask me to do this for him. Besides, I’d hate to see him starving…”
Finally, Charlie knocked on the door. He barely had to wait when he heard a monotone “Come in.” From the other side. He opened the door and was met with a room that was very well organized; nothing ever seemed to be out of place every time he came in here.
“I brought you lunch!” He spoke as he set the plate down on an empty spot on the desk.
“I appreciate it,” Sinclair responded, not taking his eyes off the textbook.
Now that he was closer, Charlie noticed another thing. He recalled Sinclair when he first arrived to be quite skinny, not underweight, just skinny.
But, looking at him from then and now, there seemed to be a change.
He looked…bigger
…He might need to get his eyes checked
Charlie involuntarily rubbed his eyes. Once. Then twice. On the third time, it sealed it; Sinclair really had gained some weight.
How hadn’t he noticed it before? Did Sinclair notice his weight had changed? Did the others?
He didn’t realize that he was staring.
…Or the fact that his eyes had started to wander down.
His eyes stopped on Sinclair’s stomach, just barely hidden underneath the table. They widened when he realized just how soft his body had gotten; he could just make out the signs of soft fat being restrained behind Sinclair’s dress shirt. The boy even had his blazer open; he didn’t usually have it open like that.
His eyes trailed lower, and his breath hitched at the sight of the other boy’s legs, his thighs seeming to strain against his pants with their newfound fattiness.
Charlie barely realized what he was doing, the fact that he was staring at Sinclair with an almost hungry gaze, and his mouth was starting to drool a bit.
But the moment he noticed, he immediately snapped out of it, wiped away his drool with his sleeve, and whipped his head away.
‘WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” He thought to himself, embarrassment and shame overriding his mind ‘GOD! I’M SUCH A PERVERT! AAAAAAAAAAA-‘
“Charlie?” A monotone voice suddenly spoke, halting everything in the boy’s mind.
“H-Huh? Yes? Is there something you need?” He asked, still a bit dazed.
“May I ask why you’re still here?”
“Oh! Sorry! I kinda spaced out for a moment! I’ll get going now!”
Just as he turned around, Sinclair spoke up again, “Just a moment. I want to talk to you about something.”
Charlie slowly turned his head, shocked that Sinclair wanted him to stay and a bit nervous about what the other wanted to talk about. “…Sure, go ahead.”
Turns out, all he wanted to talk about was some complicated piece of psychology. It was genuinely interesting, but unfortunately, Charlie wasn’t really paying attention. He was used to doing something like this, just staring at a random part of the person’s face while nodding at the right moments, turning the person’s words into background noise as he mentally wandered off. However, instead of his usual daydreaming, he was busy just staring at Sinclair’s body.
Charlie could feel his cheeks grow warm at all of the subtle curves and folds. He wasn’t quite fat yet, but at this rate, he was getting there.
And for some reason, he felt aroused at the concept. Charlie’s mind began to wander, even without meaning to. He could imagine Sinclair lying on his bed, propped up with a variety of soft pillows and surrounded by books and plush dolls. He was reading a book on top of his now larger chest, lounging like a king. Charlie drooled at the idea of a fatter Sinclair, not too terribly obese, just nice and plump.
He didn’t even notice that his thighs had begun to rub against each other, as if trying to stimulate himself without actually touching himself. He continued to think of a nice, fatty Sinclair, but he could feel his mind getting a little bored with just the same idea.
Then, all of a sudden, something changed. All of a sudden, he started to think about himself feeding Sinclair while the other continued to read from his book.
Oh~, that sounds absolutely incredible.
Suddenly, as if his body and mind were on fire, he started to grow excited.
He thought about himself stuffing all sorts of tasty treats and snacks into the studious boy’s mouth, thinking about the other moaning with satisfaction with every bite. Watching as the other’s belly seemed to grow larger with every delicacy that passed his lips. Oh, how Charlie desperately wanted to reach out and just smother himself in all of that glorious, soft flesh. Hell, he might even try to take out a bite from it, just a playful one.
Oh god! This was just too good! Everything felt so warm, and he couldn’t stop shifting about from where he sat.
He was barely paying attention as the scenario in his mind started to grow more vivid and arousing, feeling that heat grow within him like a rising flame.
“…charlie…”
He could feel it now! The climax!
“…Charlie…”
Almost there-
“Charlie!” Sinclair’s voice broke through the haze, his voice just barely louder than his usual monotone
“Ah! H-Huh?!” Charlie exclaimed as he snapped out of his daydream
“There you are, you were acting quite strange. Much weirder than usual.”
“Ah! I’m very sorry! Just got a little distracted! That’s all!” He tried to explain, telling mostly the truth but still keeping a few things hidden
“As usual.” Sinclair sighed, “However, what is your opinion about how certain fetishes can affect the human mind?”
…When…when did the conversation turn into that?
…No matter, might as well answer
“Well…I think it’s pretty interesting. I heard that some people unconsciously gain a fetish from something they might have seen growing up, like from a show or cartoon. I do know a few shows that have a few…barely disguised fetishes…”
“…I see. Thank you for your input.”
They both continued to talk; this time, Charlie was actually trying his damn hardest to pay attention.
Before long, they had talked until the sun had gone down.
“Ah. It appears it’s time for dinner.”
“Oh! I guess it is!”
As they both got up, Sinclair let out a groan as he got up from his chair (which most definitely didn’t make Charlie kind of horny, nope, not at all) “Mmm…I feel quite famished.”
“Really? I thought my lunch was enough?”
“Well, the portion today was smaller than usual. I was going to ask you to get me a second helping, but I was too busy in my lecture that I’m afraid I forgot.”
“Oh.” Was all Charlie said, his eyes wide in disbelief
“Now, it’s best that we should go as soon as we can. I’m worried that Chester and your brother will somehow take a majority of the food.”
As Sinclair left, Charlie somewhat hesitated to follow after him. He was still reeling from everything that just happened and what was currently happening.
But, as he stared at all of Sinclair’s emerging curves and fat, he knew what he had to do.
Next time, he was going to double the portions.