The Fat Frat Bros of Phi Alpha Tau
I had always been just slightly chubby growing up. For my whole life I had memories of having just a slightly thick enough layer of flab on my body to be classified as “chubby.” My grandmother commented one time at a family BBQ when I was seven that I was growing a “healthy appetite” and that she liked too see me eat. From then on, while I grew taller, I also grew just a little bit wider, maintaining that flab all throughout high school. All throughout high school I had never felt attractive enough to pursue the guys I had always longed for. Discovering I was gay and coming out to friends and family was tough, but, an even tougher challenge for me was accepting my body within a community that seemed to place shame on anyone who did not look like a twink or a muscle god. Oh well, at least I’ve finally moved on from that hell hole that you call “high school.”
That brings us to today, I’m moving into my dorm to start my freshman year of college. I currently stand at 6’1, 175 lbs, with tan skin from working outside all summer as a camp counselor, light brown eyes, and some flowy brown hair that I had just gotten cut. I was extremely excited to start college and get my life started. I was going to be studying political science because I had always had an interest in the ways government worked and the stratified power structures. I don’t want to bore you with my nerdy talk, though.
I grabbed all the luggage out of my car, with the help of my parents, and walked up to the entrance of my dorm building to check-in and get my room key. A perky ginger girl named Jenny welcomed me, dressed appropriately in all school spirit attire.
“Hello and welcome to Western Coast University! My name is Jenny and I’ll be your RA for the year! I’m so excited to get to know more about you, but first I’ll show you to your room…. Looks like you’ll be in room 216, and it looks like your roommate has just moved in!”
“Oh shit,” I thought to myself. I had never shared a room with someone else in my entire life, and I was especially nervous as a gay guy because I had never really connected with other guys before. I had never experienced the feeling of “brotherhood” that so many guys had seemed to felt with their teammates and such.
Jenny opened the door and revealed a tan, toned, beach bum-looking guy with wavy blonde hair sitting on the bed closest to the door. He seemed to illuminate right from his sun-soaked skin. Right when I walked in he jumped up to introduce himself to me.
“Hey, man! My name’s Tristan. Looks like we’ll be sharing this room for the next year!”
“My name’s Max,” I responded, “Nice to meet ya.”
Jenny, Tristan, and my parents helped me unpack and get all settled into my new dorm room. My bed was right next to the window and I had a gorgeous view of the ocean. The main reason I chose this school, apart from the great academics, was the gorgeous campus that resided right along the coast of California. The weather was perfect, the people I had met so far were perfect, and my roommate seemed to be pretty perfect as well. Once we finished settling in, I said a heart-wrenching goodbye to my parents, who left with tears in their eyes, sad to see their little boy all grown up. Jenny then directed Tristan and I to the main quad on campus for the Club Fair. She told us that there would be all types of groups and organizations from a cappella groups to the frats and sororities to the Super Smash Bros club. I was sure everyone, even the weirdest kids on campus, could find a club, but honestly, I had no idea what I wanted to join. I had never really participated much in high school, I tried to just breeze through and get out of there, so joining other groups and organizations was a new concept for me.
Tristan and I walked down to the quad together in the gorgeous 85-degree heat, but, once we got to the quad, we got separated amongst the crowds of ravaging freshmen moving around and looking at all the various booths. I moved around and through different groups of excited future-sorority girls and tried to get a look at the various booths. I saw a giant Chinese lion dancing about to showcase the Chinese Student Union, and I heard the gorgeous singing of the university’s choir. It was all so exciting and new, but, mostly, without Tristan, I felt kind of lonely. I wandered over to a tree at the end of the row of booths, hoping to just grab a seat on the ground and relax. On my way there I passed by a rackety booth that looked like it was getting barely any attention. It could have been a frat since it had the Greek letters FAT on a light blue wooden booth that looked like it had seen better days. I just walked by without giving too much of a care.
“Hey, you!” I heard from the distance.
“Hey, chubby guy!” There was no one else nearby, so I turned to see if the mysterious voice was talking to me. “Yeah, you! Come on over here.”
I turned around to see a monster-sized man shouting over to me. He had to have been upwards of 400 pounds (at least!) of pure fat, standing at 6’3, with short, spiked up platinum blonde hair and a five o’clock shadow. I walked towards the booth, feeling nervous on the inside about what was going to happen.
“Who is this guy?” I thought to myself. “Why does he want me to come to his booth? Can’t he tell I just want to go be alone.”
I slowly walked up to the booth, and the human whale standing at the booth lit up like a Christmas tree.
“So glad you came on over!”
“I was curious to see why you called me over. Speaking of which, why DID you call me over?”
“Well, I called you over because you seem like the perfect candidate for our fraternity, FAT, or, as we brothers like to call it, FAT, “ he responded. “This may sound weird, but I called you over here because you remind me of myself when I was a freshman just starting here at WCU. I was just a chubby little guy feeling lost and alone, but, FAT made me the man I am today, LITERALLY. My name is Joey.”
“The name’s Max, nice to meet you. Now, I’m confused. You want ME to join a fraternity because I resemble you at one point in your life? Plus aren’t fraternities supposed to be super homophobic? I am gay and I don’t want to feel like more of an outcast than I already am.”
“That’s the beauty of FAT! This fraternity was organized right before I started as a brotherhood of gay men who felt like outcasts, not only by society, but also by their own gay communities. If you don’t get what I’m hinting at here, I’m saying that this frat is a brotherhood of gay fat and chubby men who embrace their bodies and work to love their bodies even more. I know that sounds super weird, and I hope I didn’t creep you out, but I would love it if you joined. Our frat seems to be losing numbers because our school does not seem to attract people who are not blonde and tan with beach bodies.”
“I feel you on that one. While I love this campus and this university, I don’t feel like I fit in. I might consider joining.”
“Well that’s all I can ask of ya! Our first meeting for interested members is tonight at 5:30 at our chapter house just down the street from the dorms. You can’t miss it. It has super large FAT on top. It’ll be a BBQ, swim party, so come dressed appropriately.”
I headed back to my dorm to grab a quick nap, and change before I headed out. I wasn’t sure what to think about the experience with Joey. He seemed so nice, but, how could a man that large ever been my size before? Nothing seemed to add up, but honestly I didn’t want to miss out on an opportunity to feel like a part of a group.
I pulled up my slightly tight pink and light blue floral swim trunks, threw on a tank top, put on my flip flops and headed out the door right as Tristan walked back in.
“I’m heading out, Tristan, I’ll be back later!”
“Alright, man, I can’t believe you’re already off to a party. Wow I’m jealous.”
I walked a few blocks down the street from my dorm building, and, sure enough, I saw the FAT house. A HUGE two-story house with a luscious front lawn. I knocked on the door and, who other than Joey answered the door.
“MAX! I’m so glad you made it. You have no idea how much this means to me that you decided to come. It seems like you are the only freshman that decided to come, but I want to bring you into the meeting room and introduce you to the guys. I’m sure you’re going to love them.”
I entered the room and could not believe my eyes. There had to have been 20 guys in that room, and, they completely filled it up. These guys were all at least 300 pounds, with some of them that had to have been upwards of 500 pounds. I had never seen men so big in my life, not to mention this many of them all at one time. They all seemed to be wearing clothes that were just a few sizes too small for them, revealing all of the voluptuous curves and rolls of their growing bodies. Outside, some guys were lounging about and swimming in the, what seemed to be Olympic sized, swimming pool. Fat jiggling at every turn.
“Alright, guys, let’s give a big FAT welcome to Max!” Joey exclaimed to the guys.
All of the guys began to cheer, causing some of their shirts to lift up even more and reveal fat roll on top of fat roll as they raised their arms to clap. This was the moment that I knew I had found my group to call my own. Suddenly, the group of guys got quiet as large, beckoning foot steps began to get closer and closer to me. I turned around to see a walking whale move towards me.
“Welcome, Max,” the man bellowed. “My name is Rick and I am the chapter president of FAT. I am so glad that you came tonight to join this sacred brotherhood.”
Rick was the largest man there by far, passing some of the larger guys by over 100 pounds. He seemed to have the bulk of a former football player, but that chapter of his life was long buried under mountains of tanned flab. He resembled many of the beach bum students that attended WCU, with the exception that he had to be around 700 pounds. His belly swung with every lumbering step he took, and his ass shook like there was a constant earthquake erupting within his body. His chest had to make every girl on campus jealous, regardless of whether or not they were into fat guys. Those moobs were a true work of art. The most interesting thing about Rick was the fact that his face remained generally beautiful, even despite the morbidly obese body he was flaunting.
“I’d like to give you the grand tour of the FAT house, if you don’t mind, and, everyone else, get this party started!” Rick yelled.
Rick began to give me the tour of this house. First stop was the kitchen. It looked to be an industrial kitchen to serve a small country of people. There was tons of food laid out for the BBQ today, but it looked like more than enough food for the 25 or so guys that were here. I guess it did make sense why they were all so huge now. I didn’t think I would ever get that big. I was fine just being chubby. As we moved along to the next room, Rick started to talk to me and give me the story of his life in FAT.
“When I was a freshman, I came to WCU as a closeted ex-football player looking for a place to call my home. I stumbled upon this fraternity by accident, but couldn’t say no to the hospitality and overall love that I felt from the brothers at the time. There was a tradition, back then, where each brother would get assigned a freshmen and have to plump him up to see which freshmen could be the biggest by the end of the year. The winning freshman would receive dibs on which room he got the next year in the house, as well as a personal food servant.”
“Wow that sounds kind of fun, honestly!” I responded politely.
“Well, to be quite frank, I won. My big brother, Andrew, was about 400 pounds at the time, and I entered the house weighing in at about 200 pounds. To keep the story short, by the end of my freshman year, I had passed Andrew’s weight and was weighing in at 415 pounds. Every other freshmen was shocked. Some of them had gained maybe 150 pounds or less, but I had gone and gained over 200 pounds in the course of a year. I even shocked myself haha. I held, and still hold, a record for the biggest gain within a year.”
“Holy fuck,” I thought. “I could not gain that much weight. That’s INSANE. This must be a mad house.”
“Hey, Rick? I think I need to head out, I think I’m feeling kinda sick.”
“Aww, let me go grab you a glass of water before you head out.”
Rick stomped back with a glass of water, and I gulped it down. Suddenly, there was only one thought on my mind, and that was FOOD. I was starving all of the sudden. I grabbed three of the hot dogs from the table in the industrial sized kitchen and began to scarf them down. They were so good that I couldn’t stop eating them. I ate 7 more to top the number off at a solid 10. I didn’t think I had ever eaten more than 2 hot dogs at a time in my life, and here I was, with a distended belly, having eaten 10 hot dogs in under 5 minutes. Cheers came from the crowd of fat brothers as I came to from my food coma. Rick stood in front of me, helping me up out of the chair.
“Max, that was the most impressive thing that we have seen a freshman do in quite a long time. I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Something had just awoken in me, I guess. Not going to lie, though, I’m still kind of hungry haha.”
“I think I speak for all of us when I say that we would like you, Max, to join our fraternity as the newest member of FAT.”
Over the course of the next few weeks, in between classes I spent all of my time at the fraternity house hanging out with my new brothers. I was the only freshman that joined the chapter this year, but, for some reason, no one seemed to mind, especially not me. All of the brothers took a newfound interest in me and seemed to always want to give me food or get to know me. I met Dustin, a 3rd year architecture major who had joined FAT two years ago as an already chubby freshman, and he had blossomed into a 500 pound man. He loved being a fat guy and wanted every excuse to be able to show off his body. He really inspired me to love my own body.
Every night I would eat dinner after class with my meal pass, and then head on over to the fraternity house. I would go there full, but, after grabbing a glass of water, I always felt hungry and managed to eat a whole second meal, and a LARGE one at that, as well as the three-course dessert that was always available after the meal. When I would get full, each of the brothers wanted a turn to rub my stomach and feed me extra food to make sure that I was fully plumped up.
After three weeks in the fraternity I found that none of my clothes were fitting me. I mean I guess I had gained a few pounds, but enough to grow out of my clothes? I walked over to the house with shorts unbuttoned (since I could not even get them close to closing) and a tank top that covered just above my belly button. My belly started to have more jiggle to it, and my thighs began to rub together. I also was shifting from pecs into moobs. Rick welcomed me at the door and started laughing at the sight of me…. I looked like a balloon from all of the weight I had gained. He motioned me to follow him into the bathroom where they kept a scale that looked like it was supposed to weigh a car. He told me to step on
Had I really gained that much weight in only three weeks? That could not be possible.
“Max it looks like we could have a new contender for most weight gained in a year, if you keep up the progress like this, you’ll pass my record!”
45 pounds in three weeks. That sounded insane, but, honestly, I was enjoying it. Who would have thought that I would have enjoyed being fat, considering how much I had hated being a chubby guy not too long ago.
Over the course of the semester each brother wanted to turn to feed me. I spent every waking moment at the house, except when I had to make my way to class. My parents would KILL me if I was failing any of my classes. Luckily, the house had a closet filled with old clothes that the brothers had outgrown, so I had a wide selection to choose from for my ever-expanding wide body.
As I passed 250 pounds, I started to feel big. Not just kind big, but big. My ass was jiggling with cellulite as I took walks to class, my thighs had grown exponentially, my stomach had an overhang, and my chin had grown an extra chin right below it. I did not resemble the boy I was when I first came to school.
I spent nights hanging out on the couch with brothers while we played Super Smash Bros and drank beer. Some of the brothers would funnel beer into Rick’s mouth while he sat in his large throne of a chair that was specifically designed to hold his 700+ pound weight.
Quickly that 250 pound body of mine became a 300 pound body of pure fat. I was never an athletic fellow, and the fat piled on as pure cellulite. I loved it though. It made me look doughy and soft, sort of like a teddy bear that was perfect for cuddling. There wasn’t one part of my body that was not covered in jiggly bliss. My belly was starting to hang down over my thighs, my walk was slowly shifting from a normal walk into a slight waddle as I had to move my massive thighs out of each others’ way while I navigated my globular sized ass to class. Most days I would just have Joey or Dustin or any of the other brothers drive me to class, which they would happily do. If I did not know any better, I would think that they all were working to get me to set a new record. It didn’t matter to me, though. I was living in a state of constant happiness. I had found a home with these men. They were my true brothers and true family.
The brothers were also growing in this process, but none seemed to be growing as fast as me. Joey had moved his 400 pounds up to a steady 445 pounds. Dustin was sitting near 530 pounds. Rick, though, who didn’t want to reveal his weight, seemed to be trying to really push himself to maintain his dominance in the house. He looked softer all over, and was struggling to fit into his already ginormous clothing. He also seemed in general more out of breath with each step he took around the house.
Christmas break was coming around and my gains had slowed just a little bit. I was 350 pounds and not ready to head home for the five week break. I knew that my weight would not be as accepted by my family and friends at home.
“Give them a chance,” Joey said to me. “When I went home for the first time after I gained, it was like nothing had happened at all. My family was just excited to see me. Also, if you need to come back a little early, I’m sure Rick will be here, so you could just stay with him.”
My parents picked me up the next day, and, to my surprise, they didn’t mention anything about my weight. They were just happy to see that I was safe and had done well in my classes. Somehow, in between all of my stuffing sessions at the house, I had managed to study and I got a 3.5 this semester. I spent up until New Years at home, and then texted Rick to see if he was still at the house and to see if I could stay there until school started back up on the 20th of January.
I got back campus on January 1st and was welcomed back by a basically empty house. I knocked on the door and Rick answered, but there was no one else in the house. This is the first time I had hung out with Rick alone before, and, I was excited. I had always admired Rick for how pleasant he was and how well he held up that massive bulk of a body. He never showed weakness, and was always happy to help out any brother. We sat together in the living room watching RuPaul’s Drag Race and eating some leftover food that Rick had kept in the fridge from his own personal stuffing the night before.
That night, when it was time for bed, Rick stated that all of the brothers’ rooms were locked for safety reasons, and that I would have to come sleep in his bed. I happily obliged and I walked with him to his room that was right next to the kitchen. Rick’s room was humongous, fitting for a man his size, and had a large California King sized bed sitting right in the middle of the room. His desk was covered in food wrappers and textbooks from his classes the past semester. His room resembled that of an average college student, just on a much bigger scale. Rick started to fully undress and I began to see his true girth.
“Sorry, Max, but, if you don’t mind, I like to sleep bare naked.”
As Rick took off his ever-so-tight underwear, I saw a man larger than the one that had greeted me on the first day. From head to toe he was, not just covered in fat, but rather swallowed by his own gluttony. His beautiful face remained in tact with his gorgeous dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes, but it was engulfed by a triple chin. His neck was also surrounded by fat and led down to his gigantic torso. His man boobs rested on top of his massive belly with nipples the size of donuts. His belly cascaded down his body like the most beautiful waterfall I had ever seen. I was mesmerized by the constant vibration occurring across his body. His belly hung down to just above his knees at this point, hiding bodacious thighs. While Rick’s belly was definitely the staple feature of his body, his ass and thighs were unmatched in glory. His ass still managed to stay relatively round, resembling two large watermelons smashing against each other as he managed to maneuver across the room. His thighs had a constant rub, never separating, giving Rick a waddle. I had never realized this, but, Rick was one of the most awe inspiring people I had met. Rick hopped in bed and took up almost ¾ of the bed, leaving not a lot of room for my own 370 pound body. I stripped down as well and placed myself next to Rick. We both fell asleep, and, soon after, Rick was cuddling me, engulfing me in his warm blubber as I slept the night away.
After that night, something had changed. Rick and I developed a special passion for each other. The house was empty for the next couple weeks until school started and Rick had decided that he wanted to see how much he could pork me up before the next semester began. I was constantly stuffed or receiving belly rubs from Rick. I was treated like a king, with Rick as my feeder servant. I did not lift a finger once in those few weeks and it showed on my waistline.
The day before school started, the brothers were starting to come back to the house and they could not believe how big I was. To be honest, neither could I. I felt like I was a balloon ready to pop after all the food I had eaten. Rick and I went into the bathroom to weigh me and that was the first time I had looked at my full nude body in the mirror in quite a while. I stood there in shock of how much I had changed since the meet and greet BBQ. I was coated in cellulite. I felt like I was Hansel from Hansel and Gretel, where Rick was fattening me up to eat me. I was a true pig. I had a pronounced double chin, turning into a triple chin, with perky man boobs and a belly covered with deep, red stretch marks, resembling all of the growing I had done. I was a smaller version of Rick and I could not be more delighted.
“Well go and step on the scale,” Rick ordered.
I waddled over and put each foot onto the cold metal scale. The numbers flashed a few times before revealing my weight… 410 pounds. I was closing in on Rick’s record and I could almost taste the victory. It was within my reach and I wanted it so badly.
That night I slept in Rick’s bed again and he began to open up to me.
“Max, I wanted to tell you that, honestly, when I saw how well you were gaining weight, I was jealous because I wanted to keep my record and my control over the house; but, as I’ve gotten to know you and accompany you on this journey, I know realize that I have feelings for you. I want to help you grow and I want to be by your side every waddling step of the way.”
“Rick, ever since you helped me stand up after I ate all of those hot dogs at the BBQ, I knew that there was something special about you, and something special between us.”
Rick leaned over and kissed me. Right then and there we began to make out, exploring each other’s crevices and folds of fat. Rick allowed me to penetrate his large ass with the tiny part of my cock that wasn’t covered by my belly and fat pad. I thrust a few times before cumming right in his ass, and then I slowly explored the waterfall of a belly that Rick had in order to find the hidden treasure buried within layers and layers of glorious cellulite. I finally found his small dick, hidden away from all daylight. He had a nice musk to him that arose from his pubic area, since it had been sweating beneath his rolls of fat all day. I put his cock in my mouth and sucked and licked until he came, warm cum entering right into my mouth like the richest frosting I had ever tasted.
Spring semester was just one big blur for me. I went to class the minimum amount of times I had to in order to make decent grades, and then Rick and the brothers funnel fed me the rest of the time to make my weight skyrocket. I can’t remember a time that I wasn’t full. I pretty much moved into the house and slept with Rick every night. I texted Tristan just to let him know that I wouldn’t be in the dorm at all and he was free to use my bed to make an extra large bed for himself.
The semester ended in May, and that marked the final weigh in for me and a beach day out with the brothers to kick off the beginning of summer vacation. All of the brothers were anxiously awaiting my weigh in in order to find out my true weight. I got up from the chair I had been sitting in with some struggle, my fat rolls jiggling about as I slowly waddled over to the scale. Even though the brothers had moved the scale into the living room so they could all see (and so that it was closer), I had not been doing much walking, and I was out of breath after walking a mere 50 feet. The brothers surrounded the scale and I stepped on. Three flashes of numbers and then the verdict was out – 502.5 pounds. I could not believe it. I had put on 300 pounds in the time I had been in FAT. I had not only broken the record, but rather demolished it, like I had done to many chairs with my giant fat ass. All of the brothers were jumping around and cheering and I swear I thought the house was going to collapse from the earthquake that all of these fatties were creating.
I looked out into the distance and saw Rick happily gazing at me. He knew I had grown to a mountainous size because of his encouragement. He was proud of me and I could sense our relationship becoming even stronger in this moment. The brothers all headed out the door one by one to head down to the beach for our beach day to kick off summer. I walked out in my 10XL tank top, some size 70 swim shorts that used to be Rick’s, and Rick’s hand in my hand as we headed off to celebrate together. Seeing all of the happy fatties together at the beach made me realize how blessed I was to have stumbled upon this fraternity as a chubby, lonely freshman just 9 months ago. Wow had I changed, and all for the better. Accept your body and love your fat, because it has made my life infinitely better.
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