Trying my hand at writing some gainer fiction. Hereās the first part of a long story where a fit guy gets paid to gain weight.
Jamie looked down at the scale, peering over his bloated beer belly. ā275,ā he uttered out loud. āI did it, sir.ā Jamie looked up at his silver-haired benefactor with a nervous smile.
ā100 pounds gained this year, that was the deal,ā Jamie continued. The man pats Jamieās belly.
āYou did good kid,ā he finally answered, handing Jamie a small envelope. āBut donāt act like this was just business. I know you loved every minute of it.ā
āItās a good gig,ā Jamie replied. He opened the envelope, revealing the check made out for $100,000. āMaybe we could figure out a way to keep this going?ā Jamie followed up.
āOh, I got something in mindā
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(A little more than) ONE YEAR BEFORE
Jamie had just graduated from college, getting his bachelors degree in communications. He wasnāt passionate about communications - the major was recommended to him by his coach. Jamie was on the universityās track team, the star middle distance runner on a mediocre Division I team. He had a full scholarship and had some success winning conference titles and qualifying for national meets a few times.
However, because he was so busy with his track career, Jamie hadnāt started looking for jobs. He hadnāt done any internships or done any other extracurricular activities at school. In fact, the only thing that he could think to list on his resume (other than his athletic accomplishments) was his job at McDonalds when he was 18. That was four years ago and he hadnāt had a job since. His athletic scholarship paid for everything - tuition, housing, and a campus meal plan. Now, his bank account was running dangerously low. He had spent the last of his money paying the deposit for his new apartment in Boston.
āWorst case scenario, I start stripping over at that club over in South End,ā Jamie joked to his new roommate.
Jamie had moved in with a friend from college, Charlie, who he had a lot in common with. Both Jamie and Charlie were gay, but there was never any sexual tension between them. Charlie exclusively dated much older men. Charlie was also too much of a twink for Jamie to be interested in him.
āI support it, youād probably make bank at a gay strip club,ā Charlie replied. And Jamie would. Jamie was ruggedly handsome. He had a sharp jawline and a toned physique. Jamie was just over 6ā and weighed 175 pounds. And he was lean. When Jamie wore his track kit, you could see his six pack through it. It seemed like all of the small amount of fat he had was located in his ass. Jamieās ass was an enigma - firm, yet bouncy; plump, yet toned. All of this together made Jamie very easy on the eyes. He never had any issues finding a boyfriend, or a hookup, or what ever he wanted.
Jamie broke up with his situationship in the last week of college. The guy was a total meathead and outside of the sex, he was a total drag. Jamie always went for guys like this. Muscly and stupid. Heād bring all sorts of guys back to his dorm without any shame.
Yet, during his senior year, Jamie started having secret hookups. Jamie would find the chubbiest guys he could find on Grindr and sneak them into his room. He loved the way their asses jiggle when he topped them. He was aroused by the thought of keeping these sexual experiences secret. There was something about these fat guys that he couldnāt get enough of. His toned body against their soft bodies. They were so different - he would never be like them. He just enjoyed their bodies and when they left heād go out and do his track workout. Even when he was done running competitively, he thought he would keep up his fitness regime.
Lately, Jamieās workouts had gone from six days a week down to one or two. He was stressed out constantly looking for jobs. He hadnāt lost any real fitness, but felt like he was losing his edge.
āIāll join you at the gym tomorrow,ā Jamie yelled to Charlie. āIāve got an interview on zoom for this marketing job. Itās in 15 minutes.ā
āNo worries, I can go by myself,ā Charlie yelled back. Jamie heard the door shut.
The interview was uneventful. The position didnāt seem that desirable but Jamie put his best foot forward and acted enthusiastic about it.
He got a call the next week. The HR rep offered Jamie the job with a super low starting salary. Jamie didnāt have any other options so he agreed on the spot.
āPerfect! You can start next Monday. Weāll have a catered lunch so you can meet our team. The regional manager will be in town, so youāll get the chance to meet him,ā replied the rep.
Jamie put on his nicest slacks and a light blue button-down shirt. The 30-34 pants were a little loose around his waist but with his belt, they really accentuated his large butt. He slept through his first alarm, but he didnāt want to be late for his first day, so he skipped his normal breakfast of yogurt and fruit. He grabbed his thermos filled with coffee and booked it out the door. Google Maps said that the office was a 25 minute walk from his apartment, but Jamie was a fast walker so he wasnāt too worried about being late. He felt his stomach growl as he walked through the building doors.
āWhich way to Suite 118?ā Jamie asked the woman at the front desk.
āSecond door on your left.ā
Jamie was welcomed by the office manager who got him set up at a desk. She informed him that they do a hybrid in-office/work from home system where you can just pick any desk when you come in.
āNice,ā Jamie thought. āI wonāt have to walk here when the weatherās bad.ā
āWeāre doing lunch in the cafeteria at 2pm,āthe office manager continued. āHalf of the team went to a client meeting in New York, so weāll have tons of food. We ordered subs. If thereās leftovers, feel free to take some home.ā
Jamie spent the morning doing orientation trainings, but was constantly distracted by how hungry he was. He spent the minutes counting down the minutes until lunch.
Around 1:45, an attractive man walked by his desk to introduce himself. He looked like he was in his late 40s/early 50s but clearly took care of his body and appearance. He had salt-and pepper hair and wore a well-fitting suit that showed off his trim figure.
āHi there, you must be Jamie. Iām Carl. Iām the Northeast Regional Manager. I usually work out of the New York office but Iām doing my rounds here today.ā
āItās a pleasure to meet you,ā Jamie replied, shaking the manās outreached hand. āIām looking forward to working here.ā Jamieās stomach made a loud noise.
āI guess youāre also looking forward to lunch,ā Carl replied with a laugh.
āOh you have no idea,ā Jamie chuckled. āIām an early lunch kinda guy. Two pm is pushing it.
āWell, I think it might just be the two of us. The part of the team that was supposed to have lunch with us is doing a working lunch so they donāt miss their deadline. We can head over now.ā
āOh thatās too bad,ā Jamie said. āAbout not getting to meet them today,ā he clarified, not wanting to sound rude. āLetās do it.ā
After a few short introductions around the office, Jamie and Carl walk over to the cafeteria. On the table, thereās a whole platter of assorted subs; ham, turkey, roast beef. Thereās also a plate of large chocolate chip cookies. Both were mostly full. They only had small dents in them, with a few quarters of the sandwiches taken by the rest of the office.
āDang, thatās a ton of food,ā said Jamie
āYeah, whenever Iām in traveling I always have the office manager put in a big catering order, but the people in this office never seem to eat anything,ā Carl replied.
Jamie grabs half of a 12ā ham sub and a cookie and puts in on his plate and goes to sit down.
āCome on Jamie, I know youāre hungry. Take as much as you want.ā
Jamie smiles. āI didnāt want to be the guy who looks like a pig eating all the food on my first day. I just wanted to make sure that everyone else could come here and grab some.ā
āThis is all for us, seriously, have as much as you want.ā
āCool, cool,ā Jamie replied, loading his plate with the other half and half of a roast beef sub.
Carl grabs half of a turkey sub and two bottles of coke. He hands one to Jamie and sits down across from him. Carl starts talking about the companyās goals and policies but Jamie is only half listening.
In a matter of minutes, Jamie has already finished his 12ā ham sub and starts working on his roast beef. He realizes that he has been gulping down the coke Carl had given him and he feels a strong urge to burp.
āExcuse me for a minute, Iām gonna head to the bathroom,ā says Jamie. Once he closes the door, he relaxes his throat and lets out a huge belch.
āSo much better,ā he mutters out loud. All the trapped gas had been filling him up and now he felt almost as hungry as he was before lunch. He returns to the cafeteria to see Carl packing up the subs.
āHey, if you donāt mind Iāll probably have some more,ā says Jamie.
āOh yeah, like I said eat as much as you want. Wouldnāt want these to go to waste.ā
Jamie gets another full 12ā sub, 2 more cookies, and another coke and sits back down.
Carl keeps droning on about the companyās finances but slowly trails off. He becomes focused on Jamie wolfing down his second sub plus the other half he had left. Jamie is too busy focused on eating to notice that Carl had stopped talking.
āYou can really pack it away,ā Carl interrupts.
Jamie smiles shyly, embarrassed about the way he inhaled two and a half subs. He looks down and sees the buttons of his shirt straining to hold his engorged stomach.
āThatās a good thing,ā Carl continued with a laugh. āItās good to see an employee really take initiative,ā he joked.
āYou know what, Iāve kinda got this side business that I think you could get involved in. I know youāre not making much working here. Youāre probably barely making enough to pay rent, the way the housing market has been lately.ā
āOh really, that would be awesome. What kind of business is it?ā replied Jamie. āI donāt really have any hard skills or anything. Iām barely qualified to use excel.ā
āI think youāve got the chops for it. Honestly, Iām not allowed to talk about it in the office. Do you have a private number I could reach you at?ā
Jamie put his number into Carlās phone. Carl was right. Even after splitting rent with his roommate, living in Boston was too expensive for what he was making. A side hustle would be necessary and he didnāt want to have to wait tables or work at a department store after work.
āItāll pay handsomely, but itās kind of a strange job. But, after this lunch, I donāt think youād have any trouble doing it,ā Carl continued. āIāll send you a message with the details soon. If youāre not interested just let me know and we can drop it. Itās a bit of a weird ask.ā
Jamie was confused why Carl was being so secret about the job. Was he going to be selling drugs? Why was he qualified for it? He barely got a word in during the lunch between Carl droning on and plowing through a family-sized lunch.
āIām pretty open. But seriously, I need the money,ā Jamie responded. āAnd it was very nice meeting you.ā
āI think Iāll be seeing more of you, Jamie,ā Carl said with a wink. Carl got up and left the cafeteria to get back to work. Jamie let out another burp as soon as he thought Carl was out of earshot.