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Jared and Max

Part 5: Max

Max wished he could stop feeling guilty. This was never supposed to happen. Jared wasn’t meant to…

It started 5 weeks ago.

Max liked bigger guys. He discovered this as he watched his high school football teammates who hadn’t made any college teams slowly put on weight as they became less active and busier with school or work. This got him searching for like minded individuals, and he quickly found all of the gainer websites. He couldn’t believe how many people that were out there who were just like him. He thought he was probably an encourager, but the idea of gaining also intrigued him.

One day, as he surfed his usual sites a peculiar ad popped up on his laptop. It was for a drug called MAX 3.0. It claimed it would increase a person appetite, and testosterone, helping them gain weight and muscle faster, as well as other things. Which was a little vague, but didn’t stop Max’s curiosity from being peeked.

He knew he would most certainly get a virus if he clicked on the link, but the ad was so specific. It played into every single one of his fantasies as an encourager and more. Before he knew it, he had placed an order for three of the magic pills. It had cost $150 dollars per pill. It was money he didn’t have to be honest. “I guess I’ll just have to find a Summer job.” He mumbled as he clicked the purchase button.

Now he barely had enough money for food for the rest of the semester. He instantly regretted his decision. Then the day came, and he got a package in the mail. It was the MAX 3.0! It came! It was real! Well, at least they sent him sugar pills or something.

He was impressed with the wrapping though, he went over to the couch to open the package. The MAX 3.0 had come in a small metal box. The inside of the box was wrapped in red felt, like a jewelry box, and the three pills thatwere beautifully displayed. They had a certain air about them, almost as if they were glowing. Maybe they were real. He really hoped so. Reading the instructions he saw that he was supposed to mix them with water. He promptly took a pill and plopped it into his water bottle. Just then Jared came home from class.

“Hey Max! You ready to go to the gym?” Startled, Max hid the box of pills under a pillow on the couch.

“Jared! You’re back early!”

“Yeah, I skipped my last class of the day. I need sometime to look over my lines tonight.” Jared was so nervous about his first professional gig to play Romeo. It was sort of cute to see him work so hard on it ever since he got the job a week ago.

“Oh, right. Yeah, I can go to the gym now!”

“Perfect! I just need to change, and then let’s go.” Jared and Max made eye contact. Max had always found Jared a little attractive. Who wouldn’t? He was one of the most objectively attractive people Max had ever seen. He had always been just casually interested, but knowing that Jared would almost certainly maintain his gym rat status for the rest of his life turned Max off a little. The guy was dedicated to staying fit.

“Hey Max, do me a favor and mix my pre-workout?”

“Sure, no problem.” With Jared out of the room, Max had time to put the pills in a safe spot. He opened the cupboard where he kept his junk food. Jared never looks in here, he thought, as he tucked the box of pills behind a bag of chips. Then he started to pull out the pre workout for Jared, and mixing it for him.

“Thanks for making the pre work out for me. You ready to go?” Jared asked, walking into the kitchen. In his hand was the water bottle Max had put the pill into, and it was already half empty. Jared was bringing it up to his lips again, and Max was going to stop him, but what was he going to say? Stop, I put a drug that is probably not FDA certified in there? That would not go well. Max froze up, and watched almost in slow motion as Jared brought the water bottle to his lips and quickly gulped down the rest.

“Uh, Max? You good?”

“Yeah, yeah! I’m just mixing some up for myself now.” Max hoped he didn’t sound too obviously nervous.

“Okay, I was just asking.

That was the moment Max vowed to never tell him.

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That all felt so long ago. Max had since tried to convince himself that the pills were fake. But then, Jared had relaxed a bit at the gym and put on a little weight, which excited Max to no end. Jared had told Max himself that he was trying to enjoy his last semester by hanging out with friends, which often led to partying, drinking, and eating out, so of course he would put on a little weight, that was natural. But Max couldn’t get the pill out of his mind. Every time Jared ate more than usual Max would be reminded of what he had done, when he saw Jared for the first time shirtless in weeks and his six pack had disappeared behind a thin layer of fat, Max had to go to the bathroom to jerk off, and when Jared’s belly began to be noticeable through some of his t-shirts heavy guilt began to settle in.

The deed weighed on him, and only got worse after Jared had left. In Max’s mind there was only one way to settle this once and for all. He would just have to take the pill himself to prove that it was fake. He popped it in and swallowed. “I feel better already.” And he went off to his new job at Pizza universe.

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Max hadn’t realized how excited he was to start working at Pizza Universe. One of his friends, Julie, had helped him get the job, and if nothing else they would have a good time when they worked the same shift. Besides that, getting free pizza wasn’t a huge downside either. Maybe he was just hungry, but pizza sounded really good right now.

“Welcome to…” Julie stopped mid sentence, “Max!”

“Hey! You gonna show me the ropes on your first day?”

“That’s right! and we’re super under staffed so I’m glad your here.”

Julie wasted no time, she gave Max his work uniform, a black polo that fit him well, clinging to his impressive chest and thick arms, and immediately starting to train Max on everything he needed to know. It was a lot. He hadn’t realized there would be so much to learn. He had a 5 hour shift that day, and towards the end he was beginning to feel starved. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this hungry, but it had been a stressful day, and smelling and seeing the steaming pizza didn’t help either. Max didn’t realize it, but he had stopped moving and was staring at the pizza he was packing up.

“Don’t drool on the pizza.”

Max broke out of his stupor. He laughed, “Sorry, I’m just starving. I think I need to eat something soon.”

“No worries, there is one part of training that almost everyone enjoys.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, pizza tasting. Every employee has to try each pizza on the menu at least once, so at the end of the day, we make one pizza just for us to try.” It was music to Max’s ears.

“Thank God, because I don’t think I could go on much longer.”

“Actually, you can have that pizza, I think you drooled on it anyway. I’ll finish up closing and you go eat, the first day is hard I know.”

Max wasn’t going to argue, even though he was pretty sure he hadn’t drooled on it, probably. The pizza was just a plain cheese pizza, but it was fresh, and Pizza Universe used high quality ingredients. He eagerly took a bite. It was amazing! He swore he’d never eaten anything this good in his life. It was the perfect pizza. The crust light and flakey, the sauce fresh and full of flavor, and it had a generous helping of cheese on top. He quickly finished the slice.

“This is amazing!”

“I liked it at first too, but you’ll get tired of it. After your third week of eating pizza everyday, you’ll want to eat anything but pizza.”

“We’ll see about that. Can I get a drink?”

“Of course, working here would be unbearable if we didn’t at least have a few perks.”

Max got a large root beer. It was a crime to eat pizza without a soda.

He surprised himself by nearly finishing the pizza. There were only two slices left by the time he had his fill.

“Wow, you were hungry.” Julie said as she wiped off a table near Max. Max patted his stomach.

“I feel so good! Is this heaven? Did you put something in this?” Julie laughed.

“Just sauce and cheese. But you better be careful, if you do that everyday your uniform won’t last long.”

Max thought that didn’t sound too bad actually.

“What do we do with the left over pizza at the end of the day?”

“We usually throw it out. You can take it home though. There’s no rule against it. When I started I took every pizza home. In a week my fridge was completely full, and I ended up needing to throw it out anyway.” Max thought it was a shame to waste perfectly good pizza.

“I’m trying to save up for a trip actually. So I wouldn’t mind the free food.”

“Help yourself, those are just going in the trash any way.” There were 3 partial pizzas still in the display case, totaling about two pizzas all together. He was going to save so much money.

When Max got home, he was already starting to feel munchy again, and finished the last two slices of his cheese pizza. It was a big eating day for him. He had a big appetite, but usually he ate pretty lean meals. He stomach felt tight. He might have over done it, but he regretted nothing. He had thoroughly enjoyed every bite. He took his clothes off and laid on the couch. There was one good thing from Jared being gone, he could wear his birthday suit around the house as much as he wanted.

He flopped on the couch and his 7’’ erect dick slapped against his stomach. The tightness of his stomach was arousing him. He began to jack off rubbing his bloated belly. He was going to like this job.

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To Max’s dismay, his round stomach from the night before had completely disappeared the next morning . His bloat had gone down, and he was left with the same old mostly flat stomach he’d always had. Since high school he had been thick with muscle, but also a fair helping of fat which made his muscles look even more big and juicy. His pecs were huge and pillowy, his back flared out, giving him a v shape despite carrying a little extra weight on his midsection, making his abs visible only when he flexed.

Max started the next day with a hearty breakfast of cold pizza, which he enjoyed just as much if not more than the pizza he’d had the day before. He didn’t have anything until work at 4. So he went to the gym. He felt stronger than he had in a while. Must have been all those carbs he’d had that morning. The workout made him hungry though so before he left for work he finished off another round of pizza. His pizza stash was already looking low. Only four slices left.

That meant he’d had twelve slices already. That was a pizza and a half. He shouldn’t have been able to put away that much pizza without feeling completely stuffed and sluggish. He was normally a 3-4 slices of pizza kind of guy. Six was a lot for him to casually finish, and if he was honest with himself, he could eat more. It was time for work though. What kind of pizza would he have today, he wondered. He grabbed his keys, which were right next to the MAX 3.0.

All this couldn’t be a coincidence. MAX 3.0 must have been doing this to him. It had all felt so subtle that he hadn’t even realized it. He had occasionally day dreamed of being a gainer himself, but making other people grow had always been his preference. Now he wasn’t sure. Getting bigger really appealed to him at this moment.

The shift in perspective must have been because of the pill. Maybe because he was already somewhat interested in gaining himself the drug took effect much faster. Jared was a total fitness nut, if the MAX 3.0 had made him want to start gaining weight over night, maybe his mind would have rejected it. Max was shocked. He wasn’t sure if he ever would have noticed a change if he’d been given the pill without him knowing. That gave him a demented comfort that maybe Jared wouldn’t have realized something strange was happening either.

Part 1: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690315808323387392/growing-pains-jaredmax

Things were looking up. Jared was graduating from his masters degree in drama, and he was more than happy to get out of academia. He was a g

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Part 2 It was only when Jared had gotten though security and made his way to his gate that he could relax. In the end he had made it with t

Part 3: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690977868213354496/jaredmax

Part 3 He had told himself he would go to the gym after getting settled into his new place. But once he got there he was so tired from trav

Part 4: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/691266302474600448/jared-max

Part 4 Jared went straight from his fitting to the gym, and worked hard for two hours. He was determined to get rid of the extra weight. T

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Jared & Max

Part 4

Jared went straight from his fitting to the gym, and worked hard for two hours. He was determined to get rid of the extra weight. To his surprise he didn’t feel very sore or tired from his work out session from yesterday. In fact, he had lifted even heavier today, and he had nearly hit a new PR in a couple of lifts. He flexed in the mirror. The pumps he was getting lately were crazy. He did a double bicep pose and his muscled excitedly bounced into a hard flex, and his shirt creaked at the pressure. Jared wasn’t sure if he had ever seen his arms look so big. His back seemed to spread wider too, making his gut look smaller in comparison. Smaller but only in comparison. It was still round and filled his size medium shirt to its limit. This is going to take longer than I thought, he thought to himself putting both hands on his stomach and giving it a good shake.

Grrrrrrr! Jared’s stomach growled. His workout had left him starving, he hadn’t eaten since Wendy’s this morning… Mmm Wendy’s, that sounded good. He could get the baconator fries, which were life changing. I shouldn’t, he thought, but, he did need the energy to go shopping tonight, and besides, everyone knows you shouldn’t go to the store hungry…

Jared changed back into his Button up shirt and jeans. The sleeves were painfully tight. Damn! This pump is something else… The shirt also had to stretch to go over his back, and he couldn’t get the top three buttons closed. He thankfully hadn’t done legs today, otherwise he was pretty sure his jeans would have been a lost cause.

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“Welcome to Wendy’s… oh, hey! You were here earlier!” The same teenage girl from that morning was running the cash register. Great, the fast food workers are starting to recognize me, just what I need.

“Hi, uh, yeah, this is the only restaurant within walking distance of my place, and I’m still getting situated so I haven’t been grocery shopping yet.” Jared quickly explained himself, obviously self conscious.

“Shopping is the worst! I wouldn’t even bother if I were you.” She said it as a joke, but she didn’t know how tempting that sounded to Jared. “What can I get for you this time?”

“I’ll get a baconater meal, large, and can I get an extra patty on the burger? Gotta get that protein!” He laughed sheepishly. He had actually ordered the extra patty because he thought he could eat three burgers, but didn’t want to now that he had been singled out by this worker.

“Of course, and what else?” What was up with all of these restaurant workers using that phrase? Did they always do that? What else? Nothing right? He had just ordered a large meal, with an extra patty on the burger. The question made him study the menu again. Grrrrrr! He was so hungry is was painful. Sure enough he ended up ordering a ten piece chicken nugget and an another bacon cheese burger for good measure. For the protein of course… It could be worse okay, he could’ve gotten a mocha shake. Wait, that actually sounded really good…

Okay, this was his little treat for working so hard at the gym. Surely he’d burnt enough calories for a small mocha shake. He couldn’t resist.

“Could I get a small mocha shake as well”

“Of course! You need the protein after all !” She thought she was so funny. GRRRRRR! His stomach was so loud, he was pretty sure everyone in the restaurant could hear it. “You sure that’s all you want?” This time Jared displayed self control.

“That’s all.” He said, as if he hadn’t just order enough for almost three people.

He was refilling his large drink when his order came out. The first thing he noticed was that there was a large mocha shake on the tray. Extra large. They hadn’t even put it in the right cup, they put it in the large fountain drink cup, which was 32oz.

“Hey, I think you gave me the wrong shake.”

“You ordered the mocha, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but I ordered a small”

“Whoops, it must have slipped my mind somehow.” She winked, which made Jared feel good and a little uncomfortable at the same time. I guess he hadn’t lost his charm yet.

He sat down and was surprised at how fast everything disappeared into his stomach. He finished everything including another Large coke. The only thing left he had left to conquer was the shake. But just as he was about to get started on it he realized that he had forgotten to upgrade his fries to baconator fries. That was whole reason he had come here! He would be remiss if he passed up his last opportunity to have baconator fries before the “big purge”, as he was starting to call it in his head.

Jared stomach felt heavy when he got up, and now left no extra room in his shirt. He could practically feel the food sloshing around in the half gallon of coke he had consumed

“Back again?” Said the girl at counter. Jared chuckled awkwardly, which the worker found incredibly endearing.

“Yeah.” He said as he scratched the back of his head, his cheeks turning more and more red, and his shirt riding up to reveal his distended belly and happy trail. “I forgot to order the baconator fries. It was one of the main reasons I came here in the first place.”

“Those are the best! Why would you ever get regular fries.”

“I know, they’re life changing.” He exaggerated, his hand unconsciously resting on his bloated belly.

“Really though?”

She was maybe trying too hard, but at least she was nice, and didn’t give him a hard time for the amount of food he was ordering. When the fries came out, they were in a salad container instead of the normal hand sized container they were supposed to come in.

“I made them special for you.” She said as she handed him the tray, “I’m Denise by the way.” She was clearly flirting.

“My name’s Jared. Uh… Thanks for… uh, this.” Jared gestured with the obscene amount of fries, and hurried back to his table.

This was not helping his waistline. How would he justify eating this?

He only needed to look back once to find his answer. Denise was watching him intently. She had made these special for him, how could he refuse her? He had to finish them. It was his duty.

Jared dug into the fries with purpose. This wasn’t just for him anymore, he had to do it for Denise. He liked the thought of someone watching him eat, making sure he finished every last bite.

He slowed down at about the halfway point when he felt the familiar pain of his belt cutting into his stomach. This time he felt less embarrassed to let it out, and gave himself two extra notches to get the rest of the shake and fries in. But undoing the belt caused all the pressure to go to his waistband, and his button was dangerously close to popping off. Not noticing, Jared began to alternate rhythmically between fries and shake, until finally he found his tray empty, and his stomach full. He was glad he’d had enough shake to go with the rest of his fries, He wasn’t sure if he could have finished it all if he hadn’t had the contrast of the sweet with the salty.

His gut was huge! And so round too! He rubbed it to relieve some pressure, and found that his button up shirt barely contained his bloated gut. His buttons strained, and revealed bits of meaty flesh between them. He couldn’t go out like this? He had to go home and change into something bigger. He started to rub the top of his stomach subconsciously on his walk home. Jesus, he was horny! He started to chub up on the spot. That was the final straw for his pants.

PEW! Jareds pants burst open. Only being held together by his belt. He felt blood rush to his tool. What’s happening to me? Not wanting to have full on boner in public, he controlled himself, and stopped nursing his aching gut.

The first thing he did when he got home was take off his pants. He sighed in relief as his gorged gut was able to relax. His shirt came off shortly after, and he started to rub the tight ball in slow circles. Oof, why did it feel so good. His boner strained against his skin tight boxers. As he continued to rub his gut he grabbed his phone for a quick porn/jack off session. He hadn’t used his phone since his fitting and his measurements were still up on his camera reel. He couldn’t help himself from looking at the numbers.

Pant waist/modern waist : 31 33 1/2

True waist : 32 36

Chest : 41 1/2 44 1/2

Seeing his new measurements right next to his old ones made him harder than he had ever been before. Had he really grown that much in just two months? The thought put him over the edge, and he shot a huge load all over himself. “What the fuck!” What was happening to him?

Part 1: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690315808323387392/growing-pains-jaredmax

Part 2: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690507567697412096/growing-pains-jaredmax

Part 3: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690977868213354496/jaredmax

Part 4: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/693518788795269120/jared-and-max

Part 5: Max Max wished he could stop feeling guilty. He had done it mostly as a joke, and it was probably fake anyway. But Jared had gained

Part 3 He had told himself he would go to the gym after getting settled into his new place. But once he got there he was so tired from trav

Part 2 It was only when Jared had gotten though security and made his way to his gate that he could relax. In the end he had made it with t

Things were looking up. Jared was graduating from his masters degree in drama, and he was more than happy to get out of academia. He was a g

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Jared/Max

Part 3

He had told himself he would go to the gym after getting settled into his new place. But once he got there he was so tired from traveling that he seriously considered not going. Then he got an email with his schedule for the next day attached. He had a costume fitting?! Shit! He’d forgotten that he’d sent them his body measurements months ago so they could make his costume in advance. With how tight he clothes were, there was no way he wasn’t going to fit into a costume based on measurements from two months ago.

“That’s it, I simply must go to the gym today.” He said leaning into the melodrama to lighten the situation. He put on his gym shorts, which were shorter than he remembered, and clung to his ass more than he remembered, making his package stand out more than he was used to. Was he bigger down there? He grabbed his manhood with a hand and gave it a shake. He could have sworn it seemed slightly bigger than before. Meh, it was probably just his imagination. He shrugged it off and walked to the nearest gym.

His work out was grueling. He really tried to put in the effort to make up for his break from the gym. He was surprised to find that he hadn’t lost much strength. In fact, he hadn’t lost any. He finished his work out, and was feeling really good about himself. The pump was making his muscles look huge. His pecs and back strained against his drenched t-shirt. If he didn’t know better his stomach was already looking smaller. It was probably just because his bloat was subsiding and his pump was making his muscles stand out a bit more than usual. Nonetheless, it still filled him with a little peace that maybe tomorrow the fitting wouldn’t go as bad as he had thought.

The next morning Jared squeezed into another pair of tight jeans. Not these ones too! He thought to himself as he struggled to get them over his ass and the button done. How much did weigh now? He ran to the bathroom that was equipped with a scale. He stood on it, and the number blinked a few times and landed on 184. He was up 3 pounds from all those doughnuts. He admittedly didn’t have a very small dinner either. He still hadn’t been shopping yet because he had spent so much time at the gym and he was starving after working his ass off. So he had stopped at Wendy’s on the way home and ordered a double bacon cheese burger meal with a large coke, fries, and a side order of a 10 piece chicken nugget. He said that would be his last time eating out, but with no food in the apartment he had no option but to stop by Wendy’s again on his way to the theater for breakfast.

He slid his hands down his face; Weighing himself did not do good things to his mental state. He was up nearly fifteen pounds! How had that happened? He caught himself in the mirror. Without a shirt on it was obvious his pants were in distress containing the bulk of his thighs and bubble butt. If he made the wrong move he could end the day with one less pair of wearable pants. He’d have to not bend down or squat. He threw on one of his favorite button downs, he wanted to look good for his first day. He had to finagle with it to get around his back and his arms through the sleeves. The fabric was skin tight around his upper arms, making his biceps look massive. Was he still pumped from last night? That couldn’t be possible could it?

To his relief he had almost no problems doing the buttons around his swollen gut as long as he sucked in a little bit, but he struggled to do the third button from the top, and the second button from the top had no hope of closing. His back and chest still seemed pumped from yesterday. It didn’t make sense but it must be the case. This shirt wasn’t nearly this tight just a couple days ago.

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He had to stop at Wendy’s again to get breakfast. He still didn’t have any food at the apartment, and approached the stage door with his large Wendy’s coke still in his hand from breakfast. This is going to be a disaster, he thought as he walked through the stage door. He lost the drink at the first trash can he saw, not wanting to be judged by anyone.

He eventually found the costume department, which was in absolute chaos. Bolts of fabric lined every wall, and clutter dominated every flat surface. Three people worked like mad at three different tables covered with debris. Here we go…

“Hello!” Jared knocked on the open door. Only one of the three turned to look at him. “Hi, I’m Jared, I’m here for a costume fitting.”

“Oh yes! Jared! Welcome. The fitting rooms are right over there. We’ve already put your costume in there with your under shirt, and a pair of nude underwear. Go put the underwear, under shirt, and tights on and we’ll be right in with you.”

“Sounds good!”

Jared walked over to the changing room that she had pointed to and closed the door to change. His costume was beautiful. He was used to school productions where they just gave you any costume they could find that sort of worked. These were clearly handmade. The production was traditional, so he was going to wear tights, a white billowing shirt, and a blue velvet tunic vest thing to go over top.

He changed into the white under shirt and nude boxer-briefs they had provided. The tag said both were a medium, but they were both snug. The shirt stretched over his broad chest tightly, and clung to his stomach revealing the extra weight he had put on recently. The underwear was worse though. His ass was practically spilling out of it, and the pouch was not big enough for his endowment. Not thinking he could do anything about it, he put on his tights next. It took him a while to wiggle them on, he knew they were supposed to be tight, but maybe not that tight. The light blue fabric became almost transparent as it was stretched even thinner than it already was to cover Jared’s expansive bubble butt. They didn’t leave much to the imagination in the crotch area either, the tight underwear helped smooth it out a bit, but his manhood was still very conspicuously bulging out on full display. He took one last look in the mirror. Sheesh, he was looking thick, but that would change soon. He was going to be a good boy from here on out. He relaxed his gut, which he hadn’t realized he’d been sucking in this whole time. It filled out his shirt even more, he gave his little belly an affectionate slap and opened the door.

“Struggle getting the tights on?”

“Sorry?”

“You’re supposed to scrunch them up first and then they should just slide on. Is this your first time putting on tights?”

“Oh, yeah, I didn’t know.”

“I figured with how long it took you. I’m Leah, by the way.” She was very straightforward, and was clearly a person not used to wasting time.

“Jared.”

“Nice to finally meet you.” She came in the room and started to grab the old timey pirate looking shirt off the hanger. “How’s the under shirt? I can get you a bigger size.”

Jared instantly blushed. It must have been pretty obvious it was a tight. Then again, it was her job to notice such things.

“I’ll be fine, thanks.” Jared hoped he came off nonchalant.

“Alright, just let us know if anything is uncomfortable. Try this on” Leah Handed him the white shirt. When Jared lifted the shirt over his head he was hyper aware of his undershirt pulling up almost to his bellybutton. Soon enough the shirt was on, and the moment of anxiety passed. To his relief it was very loose fitting, and covered the bulge in his tights. He felt more at ease at once now that his belly and package were tucked away behind the baggy shirt.

“That looks like it works well. It feels okay?”

“Yeah, I love it!” The shirt was very flattering. It fit in the shoulders perfectly, and the neck V-ed low so you could see Jared’s impressive peck cleavage.

“That’s what I like to hear! Alright, let’s try the tunic.” She handed him the beautiful blue fabric. “This is pretty form fitting, so let me know if you need a hand getting it on.” The tunic went on like a jacket or vest and then hooked in the front. It was a gorgeous design. He went to put his arms through the holes and could only get one in. The fabric had no give, so after trying to contort his other arm in the sleeve himself, he realized he would need Leah’s help.

“Hey, I could actually use a hand, sorry.”

“No reason to be sorry, that’s my job.” Leah very expertly grabbed the tunic and helped his arm into the sleeve. “There are hooks that latch in the front.”

Jared did up the bottom hook, so far so good, but that was the underside of his little food baby. There were maybe ten little hooks and they got progressively harder to hook. By the third he was already sucking in, but with great effort he got all ten hooks latched up. He could barely breath, but the tunic did work as a kind of compression shirt, and gave him a much thinner silhouette.

“Look in the mirror for me.” Jared obliged, and she began to work and write things down on the clip board. “It looks like it’s almost perfect, but were going to make some minor adjustments to hopefully make things a bit more comfortable. We can’t have our Romeo passing out on stage.”

Jared knew his face was red, because he was looking right in the mirror. But if Leah noticed she didn’t let on.

“That’d be great, it is a little tight.” Jared squeaked out.

“If you don’t mind, let’s get this off, and I’ll take some new measurements.” Jared could tell that Leah was making an effort not to say anything about his change in appearance. It should have made him feel less embarrassed, but it just made him more uncomfortable to be tip toeing around the subject. He probably wouldn’t have even cared as much if this wasn’t his first professional gig. He wanted to do a good job and make a good impression. Leah is just trying to help you and she’s probably a nice person, He reassured himself.

Jared undid the hooks, and felt much better now that he could breath again. Leah had to help him get it off his broad back, and then she brought over a tape measure.

“We’re just going to update some of this info, it’s so old anyway.”

It wasn’t that old, only two months, but Jared wasn’t about to correct her.

“Let’s see, pant waist… 33 1/2, true waist… 36, Chest… 44…” She would say the number out loud as she wrote it down. “Great! All done! If you want, you can take a picture of your measurement sheet in case another company needs you to send them over.”

“That’s a great idea. Thanks for your help today.” Jared grabbed his phone to take a picture of the updated measurement sheet. He tried to be fast, he just wanted to get out of here as quick as possible. He snapped a picture, and right before Leah left the room she said, ”Oh! I forgot to mention this earlier. In act three scene five they are planning to have you shirtless, of course you can say no to anything, but that was the costume designer’s and director’s preference. I thought I’d just give you a head’s up in case you… just to let you know”

Before Jared could even think, his agreeable nature blurted out, “That’s no problem.

“Great! I’ll let you change back into your clothes then.”

Leah closed the door behind her. He was going to be shirtless on stage? No, no, no! The worst had come to pass. He could hide a little extra weight under a costume, but he would have nowhere to hide now. He took one last look in the dressing room mirror when he took his shirt off. He grabbed the thick skin around his midsection and gave it a violent jiggle as if that would help it come off. This has got to go!

Part 1: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690315808323387392/growing-pains-jaredmax

Part 2: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/690507567697412096/growing-pains-jaredmax

Part 4: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/691266302474600448/jared-max

Part 5: https://growingpains876.tumblr.com/post/693518788795269120/jared-and-max

Part 5: Max Max wished he could stop feeling guilty. He had done it mostly as a joke, and it was probably fake anyway. But Jared had gained

Part 4 Jared went straight from his fitting to the gym, and worked hard for two hours. He was determined to get rid of the extra weight. T

Part 2 It was only when Jared had gotten though security and made his way to his gate that he could relax. In the end he had made it with t

Things were looking up. Jared was graduating from his masters degree in drama, and he was more than happy to get out of academia. He was a g

Growing Pains: Jared/Max

Part 2

It was only when Jared had gotten though security and made his way to his gate that he could relax. In the end he had made it with ten minutes to spare. It was a small airport, and security had been surprisingly fast. Thank God, cause he was starving after all of that adrenaline. Luckily there was a dunken doughnuts next to his gate.

“I’ll get a number three with a large iced coffee and two doughnuts.” His stomach growled “Actually, I’ll have two number threes.”

“What else can I get you?” The phrasing gave him permission to order even more. Maybe she thought he was ordering for a couple people? What the hell, he was hungry. Today would be his last hurrah before he got back on track.

“I’ll get a half dozen doughnuts on second thought.”

“Sure thing, you know we have a special right now. It costs the same to get a dozen as it does to get a half dozen.”

“Whoah, sure I’ll do that.”

“Is that all?” How did she sound surprised? That was a lot of food.

“Yeah, that’s all.”

They got his food out fast, and he was able to scarf down one sandwich before he got on the plane. He was the last one to board, but to his surprise, he had the row to himself. That never happened. Because of that he spread out and put his food on the seat next to him. If someone had sat right next to him, he probably would have been too embarrassed to eat all of his food. But since he was free from judgmental looks, he began to dig in. He quickly finished the other sandwich, and had a swig of coffee.

Why was it so good? He was going to be sad to give it up, but it had to be done. For art! But after today, He thought to himself. After a couple doughnuts he was getting pretty full. But he knew that after today he couldn’t have this stuff, so he forced down another 3, causing his stomach to bow out over his waist band. He put a hand on the arch of his stomach. Whooo, that’s tight. Maybe I ought to take a break for while.

He was flying from upstate New York so he still had two hours in the flight at this point. So he reviewed his lines for a while, until he got a craving for another doughnut. They were really hitting the spot today. He soon finished three more. This was Jared’s first time really pushing himself to eat like this, and his stomach looked bigger than ever before. It was so round and firm he caressed it in his hands. His belt was beginning to cut into his stomach making him uncomfortable.

Not wanting to undo a belt notch in public, he thought he might as well use this opportunity to go to the bathroom. He had finished more than half of his drink anyway and nature was calling. He stood up and stretched, leaning back and putting his arms up. It was only when he got to the bathroom that he realized that when he had stretched, the bottom of his shirt had pulled up around belly button and gotten stuck on his extra girth.

“Shit!” Jared quickly pulled down his shirt even though he was already in the bathroom. He felt blood rush to his face as he thought of everyone on the plane watching him with his shirt pulling up around his navel as he walked to the bathroom. Well, there wasn’t anything he could do about it now, and if there was one thing an actor was good at, it was rolling with the punches.

Even though standing up had released some of the pressure, Jared’s belt was still straining against his tight belly. As soon as he undid his belt unbuttoned his pants, he belly surged forward what seemed like another inch and his fly unzipped a bit making a “v” shaped that framed his stomach, as of on display. Man, the coffee plus the doughnuts had really bloated him. He intentionally didn’t think about the ten pounds he had also put on over the last month. No, it was just the huge meal that was making his gut jut out like this.

He took a piss, and it did relieve some of the pressure on his stomach, but his pants were still tight. As he examined the tightness of his pants in the tiny plane mirror, he noticed how big his butt was looking these days. It was absolutely bursting in his jeans. No wonder they felt so tight. Not all of the weight had gone to his midsection he supposed. Despite his butt looking bigger, it did have nice shape and if it didn’t qualify as a bubble butt before it definitely did now.

Maybe the extra weight is more noticeable than I thought, he thought as he began to do his pants back up. With effort he got the zipper up, and it took him a couple tries, but he got the button done and with determination did his belt back to the notch he had always used. Tomorrow I will really crack down, he convinced himself.

He got back to his seat and sat down. He only had four doughnuts left, and he had to finish them before tomorrow. So he slowly finished 2 more, while he looked at his lines and sipped on the coffee.

As the plane started to descend he looked at the remaining two doughnuts. It’s only two more, he tried to justify himself, plus he would just have to throw them away if he didn’t eat them now; he couldn’t eat them tomorrow after all. So with that philosophy, he quickly finished them off with the last of his drink. If he felt bloated before, it was nothing to how he felt now. His belt and the waist of his jeans was painfully tight. His pride didn’t want him to, but he couldn’t bare it any more. Jared checked to see if anyone could see then reached down and loosened his belt a notch. It was still tight, but it would get him though the day.

On his way out of the airport, he stopped one more time for the restroom before being picked up by the theater company. He took a look in the mirror and fixed up his hair. Then his eyes traveled down to his waistline. Because of all the food, it was actively pushing against his shirt and his shirt had ridden up so that it just barely covered his gut, and if he raised his arms at all you could see a sliver of his belly. This shirt was always a bit small any way, he told himself.

He decided he’d change into a bigger shirt before he met up with his ride. He took off his shirt and stopped to admire his belly in the mirror. In the grand scheme of things it was quite small. But it was big to him, and with the bloat it was so round and firm. He rubbed it, and was surprised how good that felt. He felt himself getting turned on, and quickly snapped out of it. Now was not the time. He grabbed a button up shirt out of his bag that he remembered being on the bigger side and put it on, and was surprised how snug it felt. It wasn’t loose fitting, but it did give a little more room for his starter belly.

“Good enough for now” He sighed to himself. But one couldn’t be too sure if he was talking about the size of his shirt, or the size of his growing gut.