The Fattest Kid At School (WG Story)
(THIS IS A REUPLOAD of the story “The Fattest Kid At School” by OleicAcid on deviant art, this is to preserve the story as the creator’s account has been deactivated as far as I know, anyway I hope you can enjoy this story).
This story has themes of weight gain in minors so don't read if that's not you're thing, anyway.
The idea first struck Brandon early in the school year. It was on a day that he had forgotten that he had packed a lunch and brought lunch money with him as well. He decided to treat himself and, after finishing the large lunch he had brought, bought a lunch from the school cafeteria. It was after all pizza day and who wanted to pass up an opportunity like that? So he had purchased himself another lunch and eaten both slices of pizza even though he wasn’t really hungry anymore.
Then during last period some girl whose name Brandon couldn’t remember brought in cupcakes because it was her birthday. After they were handed out there were extras that nobody claimed so he ended up having three of them before getting on the bus and going home. After another uneventful bus ride in a slight rain, Brandon arrived to an empty home and began to search for a snack which turned out on this day to be a box of snack cakes. He had a pack halfway open before he remembered that he had eaten a lot that day and didn’t really feel all that hungry. He looked down at the pack in his hands.
That’s when he noticed his stomach. It still looked pretty full, it was curved a little and his shirt was pushed out slightly further than usual. He ran his hand over it a couple times, then pushed his finger into his belly. A bit softer than he remembered. Brandon regarded the double pack of snack cakes in his hand before ripping it open and eating them, then another, then another until the box was empty. He returned to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich, grabbed a bag of chips, and took them to the couch in front of the TV. The sandwich was easy but finishing off an entire bag of chips was a challenge, but he managed. That was the day Brandon decided he wanted to be the fattest kid in school.
It was about a month into his afternoon snack binges and Brandon was working his way through his second lunch in the cafeteria.
“When did you get such an appetite?” his friend Eric asked, his brow furrowing.
“When I decided I was too skinny!” Brandon exclaimed happily, eating a french toast stick in one bite.
“Well you don’t look as skinny as you used to.”
It was true. Brandon’s curved little belly didn’t go away anymore between meals and became even more pronounced after a large one. His parents tended to be at work until late and left again early and simply refilled the fridge and pantry whenever things ran low taking no notice of the intervals in between. This suited Brandon just fine as it meant he could eat as much as he wanted without any weird questions.
“You going to finish that? Brandon asked, pointing at Eric’s half-eaten sandwich.
“No, take it,” Eric said looking at Brandon quizzically.
When the bell rang the two friends went back to class, the first of the afternoon being social studies. Brandon sat down at his desk and opened his pencil case to reveal a modest supply of candy bars, offering a snickers to Eric.
“Na bro, we just had lunch.”
Brandon shrugged and quietly removed the wrapper so as not to alert Mrs. Simpson that he was eating in class. Not forbidden explicitly but certainly a grey area. He actually did this on most days now. When he got his ample allowance he would walk through the woods to the convenience store on the other side and buy a supply of candy for snacking during class or when he got bored at home. He relished in the idea of what four or five candy bars a day would do for his belly. By the time school was done the candy supply was exhausted and it was back home for another relaxing afternoon of snacking and video games.
His snacks now could probably qualify as full blown meals, and most likely several of them. Some afternoons it was a pile of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with chips, other times it was half a bag of chicken nuggets from the freezer. He would eat on and off until one or both of his parents arrived home at seven or eight in the evening at which point they would be too tired to cook and frequently ordered pizza or Chinese food. Brandon had recently convinced them to order a pizza or Chinese meal just for him when they did so. He often went to bed completely stuffed.
By the time December rolled around Brandon was noticeably larger. He was now firmly in the realm of chubby and even his chest was starting to show it which he didn’t mind in the slightest. The problem he was having now was finding clothes in his closet that fit him right. All of his jeans had become tight which accentuated the way his sides stuck out now and it didn’t bother him but in the last week they had become a challenge to button. He would stand in front of the mirror, pants unbuttoned, admiring the way his growing belly dominated the front of his body. He had to get ready for school though. It was becoming a morning ritual. He sucked his belly in, leaned back, and brought the button to the hole just barely managing before zipping them up. He picked out a red flannel shirt and pulled it over his head.
Brandon’s supply of shirts wasn’t much better than pants. This one had no spare room left at all, following the curve of his back tightly and clearly showing the curves of the belly he was so proud of. If he really stuffed himself he could start to see the fabric straining around the buttons without sitting down. The thought excited him and he decided he was going to do just that after school. In fact, another week of eating and the buttons would be straining when he was standing all the time.
That night at dinner Brandon was digging into his pizza with his usual gusto and enjoying the feeling of his steadily tightening clothes as usual. As he finished he leaned back in the chair and let his belly spread out a bit.
“Do you need some bigger clothes sweetie?” his mom said peering over the table at his shirt which was putting up a good effort to keep him contained.
“That would be cool,” Brandon replied, sucking his belly in ever so slightly.
“Well I would have taken you shopping this Saturday but a meeting came up…” she said.
“No, I don’t want you walking along those roads on your own.” She sat thinking it over for a moment.
“Maybe Eric’s mom could take us?” he postured hopefully, “We could go to the mall.”
“If you could set that up with Eric that would work fine.”
Brandon excused himself and went up to his room to call Eric. His first call was ignored and answered with the text “wut?” so he called over and over until Eric answered his phone.
“What?” Eric asked in an exasperated tone.
“See, isn’t this easier?” Brandon asked.
“Well I was wondering if you wanted to go to the mall this weekend. I need to buy some new clothes and..”
“Ya you do!” Eric interrupted, laughing, “None of your clothes fit anymore.”
“Exactly, do you think your mom can gives us a ride?”
Eric went quite for a couple minutes during which Brandon looked down at his belly and ran his hand softly over the curve. He wondered how quickly he could fill out some new clothes. He was brought back to reality by a shuffling sound from the phone.
“She said sure, she has some shopping to do too.”
“Awesome! See you Saturday.”
“Yep, I’ll text you before we leave.”
In the days leading up to Saturday Brandon’s clothes seemed to be tighter than ever. He really struggled to button up his jeans, almost giving up before finally managing to suck his gut in enough. He was also afraid that if he sat down wearing the flannel shirt that still fit the buttons might rip off so he put on a form-fitting t-shirt and wore the flannel shirt unbuttoned on top. He liked the look. If he raised his arms above halfway his belly would stick out of his shirt showing that it was just starting to hang over the waist of his jeans.
Brandon’s phone ringing woke him from chubby daydreams.
“We’re here. I know you prefer this to texts.”
Brandon laughed and hung up. He walked quickly down the stairs feeling his belly bouncing a little bit every time his foot hit a step. When he reached the bottom he tugged on his t-shirt to make sure it was still covering all of his belly before going outside to join Eric in the minivan.
“I can’t believe Mrs. Simpson gave us weekend homework!” Eric exclaimed as Brandon sat down and pulled the sliding door closed.
“It wasn’t that hard, just a few questions from the textbook,” Brandon said as he tugged on his tight shirt a bit again.
“You did it already? It’s barely even the weekend!”
“How are you today Brandon?” Eric’s mom asked, looking up into the rearview mirror.
“Pretty good Mrs. Anderson and thanks for driving us,” he replied, “How are you?”
The drive was uneventful aside from a bit of traffic on the highway on the way to the mall but Eric’s mom found a back way to avoid most of it. Brandon had been planning to use a bit of the money he had saved up to buy himself some new clothes but his mom had given him her credit card and told him to buy what he wanted as long as it was clothing. She insisted that he shouldn’t have to buy his own clothes. Eric’s mom dropped them off in front of one of the main entrances and told them to call when they were done.
“You’re just here to buy clothes so let’s look at everything else first,” Eric said walking in the direction of a music store.
“I’m fine with that. But then I’m going to drag you around for the rest of the time,” Brandon said with a grin.
“Whatever,” Eric was digging through a bin of discount posters in front of the store.
Brandon only managed to drag Eric with him to look at clothes after his friend’s saved allowance money had run dry. They went into a store selling skateboards and skater style clothes and Brandon gathered up a pile of things to try on. He decided on a couple pairs of jeans and a new belt to hold them up at least for the time being anyway. He smiled mischievously in the dressing room mirror at the thought of outgrowing these baggy jeans. He also picked out a striped polo shirt and a baseball jersey from some skater brand because he liked how his belly looked in it.
“Got enough?” Eric asked as they left the store.
Eric groaned as Brandon led him into some discount department store. There he found himself some cargo pants, some more t-shirts, a couple hoodies, and some shorts that were on sale due to the impending winter season.
“Aren’t the shorts a bit big for you?” Eric asked.
“I won’t need shorts till it warms up again,” Brandon replied with a shrug, “maybe they’ll fit better by then.”
Eric gave him a quizzical look but didn’t ask.
They went to a few more stores, Eric complaining the whole time and gathered a few more bags. Brandon decided he had had enough of buying clothes and steered them both in the direction of the food court. He used his own money this time since his mom said the credit card was for clothes and bought fries and chicken fingers, two slices of pizza, and a slice of pie for his lunch. Eric got a burger.
“That’s why you need bigger clothes,” Eric said with a grin while looking over Brandon’s lunch.
Brandon put his finger to his lips and shushed dramatically, “I’m cranky when I’m hungry. Don’t dis me till I’m done.”
“Not dissing, just impressed at your ability to be a bottomless bit.” He stole a french fry.
As winter moved towards spring the new clothes Brandon had bought started to feel snug. A large breakfast, two lunches, an afternoon of candy, and snack binges until takeout dinner had given him a substantial belly. Often on evenings he would try on clothes that used to fit to see how tight they had gotten and admire how much his body had grown in the mirror. He could hardly button his old flannel shirt that had only been tight a few months earlier. The polo shirt he had gotten at the mall looked to be only a month or so of eating away from exposing the bottom of his stomach. He sat down at his computer opening a game with one hand and shoveling candy into his mouth with the other.
Other kids at school were starting to give him looks in the hallway. It was obvious now that this wasn’t just winter blubber, he had obviously put on a lot of weight. When Brandon walked down the hall he could look down and see his stomach jiggling through his tightening shirt. He didn’t mind the looks though, he kind of liked it, took it as a compliment.
On one particularly fine spring day Eric had come over and they did what kids do on fine spring days. They sat inside playing video games while Brandon snacked unceasingly on chips and pastries.
After a match ended Eric spoke up uncertainly, “Can I ask a question?”
“Sure dude,” Brandon said, crunching on a chip.
“Are you… trying to get fat?”
Brandon considered him for a moment, “Ya, I am.”
“I like it. I like getting bigger, I like how it looks, I like how it feels, and most of all I like eating. I’m weird, I know.”
Eric hit A to start another match, “Well kinda but if it’s what makes you happy… I mean I wouldn’t do it but go for it dude.”
Brandon smiled and pulled the trigger on the controller furiously at some enemy on the screen, “Thanks man, means a lot.”
Brandon’s continued weight gain and the warmer weather meant that he had to go on another shopping trip for larger clothes. T-shirts, shorts, swim trunks, it was another amusing afternoon of dragging a reluctant Eric through different clothing stores that he really didn’t want to be in. Sometimes he would take a shirt that was too small to the changing room and try it on just to see how fat he looked in it.
He had a lot more to eat at lunch during the school week now too. Eric had started telling people that didn’t look like they were going to finish their lunch to just “give it to Brandon because he never gets full!” And just like that the amount of lunch he ate more than doubled as word spread and people stopped throwing their extra food away. Other students would walk buy his spot at the table and drop their second snack cake from a pack, halves of sandwiches, leftover chips, apples they didn’t want, he ate it all. Brandon now typically left lunch period completely stuffed and still had his candy bars to eat through the second half of the day.
With the help of the rest of the students his weight gain accelerated even more drastically. His chest had an ample amount of fat on it by the time summer vacation was approaching. His stomach which had hung down a little now hung down far enough that it covered up the button on his shorts so he had to reach underneath it when he put them on. By his estimation he wasn’t that far away from making his new set of clothes tight again and he was excited by the thought.
On a sweltering afternoon about halfway through summer Brandon sat on an inflatable seat in Eric’s pool sipping a can of soda through a straw. He looked down and admired the way the fat of his stomach formed rolls when he was seated. He pushed off the edge of the pool so he could float back to the other end and grab a snack from the pile by the stairs.
“You’re getting really fat,” Eric said as he looked down on his friend from outside the pool.
“Whadja call me??” Brandon said loudly and then laughed, “It’s thanks to you dude. I get everyone’s extra food now.”
“I thought that would happen if I said something like that. I acted like I was spreading a rumor and people wanted to see if it was true.”
“Well now they’ve made a habit of it. We’ll have to see if people still give me food when school starts up again.”
Brandon set his soda can on the edge of the pool and rolled off the inflatable into the water. “You getting back in?” he asked Eric.
“Na, I think I’m done. Let’s go inside and play Halo or GTA.”
“Alright let me dry off.”
He walked up the stairs out of the pool and had to pull up his swimming trunks that were trying to slide off him. They were too small like most everything else again and had a habit of not staying up so well anymore. When they got inside Eric retrieved a bag of chips, sat down on the couch, and handed it to Brandon. He didn’t ask any more if his friend was hungry he just assumed and got the food out. Brandon had forgotten his shirt outside so he sat down on his towel on the couch without a shirt on and admired how his pale stomach spread out across his lap.
“Don’t eat them all, I want some,” Eric said turning the bag of chips towards himself.
“That doesn’t mean leave two chips in the bottom of the bag either.”
Brandon laughed, “Well learn to keep up with my fat kid skills.”
“I happen to enjoy my athletic body,” Eric said, sucking in his tiny gut sarcastically.
“Well then you better lay off the chips,” Brandon reprimanded with a grin and turned the bag of chips back in his direction.
School had been back in session for a few weeks and Brandon couldn’t believe how much bigger he had gotten in just a year. He was quite large now, there was no getting around it with silly euphemisms like winter blubber or big bones. He was fat. He had man boobs, his belly hung down and jiggled when he walked or shifted a bit behind his desk. His sides stuck out over the waist of his pants a bit, especially when he wore something that was a bit tight. And to top it off he couldn’t complete the tests in gym in the require time anymore, couldn’t do a pull up, couldn’t run the mile in a reasonable span. But he didn’t care, they were just more milestones for him.
The other kids at school hadn’t forgotten about Eric’s boasts on his behalf. It seemed like he was getting even more leftover food in the lunch room and once in a while he thought people had even brought some extra food for him. Sometimes he would even get a few people who would gather around to see if he could finish everything in front of him before the afternoon bell rang and classes started again. Brandon liked that as he ate and ate during the course of the lunch period he could look at his stomach under his tightening shirt and actually see it pushing out over the course of his meal.
On one day with a particularly large pile of donated leftovers he sat eating as fast as he could because he only had a few minutes left before the bell. Two kids sat on the other side of the table watching. Mark and Steven if Brandon remembered their names right.
“Bet you he can’t finish it all,” Mark said.
“Tomorrow’s lunch money, you’re on.” Steven said, shaking his hand without taking his eyes away from Brandon.
There was only a minute or two left as the bell never rang exactly on time just to add to the challenge. Brandon started on the last half of a sandwich as the second hand clunked into what must be the last minute. Mark leaned forward, his lunch money was on the line. It was a tuna sandwich and Brandon was thankful he wasn’t too picky of an eater because it meant the whole world of food was his to consume. He shoved the last bite of sandwich into his mouth, chewed furiously and washed it down with a swig of juice.
Steven pumped his fisted in the air and yelled, “Yes!” just as the bell began to ring.
Brandon heaved himself to his feet and felt his stomach settle over the waistband of his pants. He was stuffed and it actually kind of hurt but he loved it.
“Sorry Mark,” Brandon said as he picked up his books and walked out of the cafeteria.
Math class after lunch meant it was time for candy and he had a supply for the rest of the day as usual. Eric took the seat next to him and poked him in the side.
“Sure dude,” Brandon said and tossed him a snickers.
The rest of the school day went by as uneventfully as always.
An afternoon snack for Brandon now was quite an affair. He would make a couple of sandwiches and eat them with a bag of chips. There was usually some ice cream in the freezer so he’d get out the tub and eat out of it with a spoon. On some afternoons he would manage to eat half the tub or more as he sat mindlessly watching TV and moving the spoon to his mouth over and over. When the flavor of ice cream got boring he would move on to something else which on that day was a box of reeses puffs. When his show ended he got up again and got a box of snack cakes, a can of soda, and took them upstairs to his room.
He stood in front of the mirror, peeled his tight T-Shirt off, and stood with his arms at his sides looking at the way his round belly stuck out and hung down over the waist of his jeans. Brandon picked up his flab in his hands, shook it a bit, and let go, watching as it jiggled. He walked to the closet and pulled out one of his old polo shirts. He put it on and tugged it down with some effort as it was quite tight now.
Brandon ran his hands over the skin tight fabric that covered his stomach. Even with the shirt pulled all the way down his stomach still peaked out a bit at the bottom. It had fit not even a year ago and he was impressed with his own ability to eat enough to get so fat so quickly. He sat down on his bed and leaned back with the box of snack cakes in his hands. Then he ate one, and another, and another until the box was gone. Then chugged the soda. This was the feeling he loved. When his belly got so full that it actually started to hurt. He retrieved a bag of chips he had stored in his desk and continued shoveling food into his mouth. His belly was so hard, so stuffed with food, but he managed to finish the chips before rolling over on his back and rubbing his belly to ease the pain.
It was a couple hours after that when his parents arrived home one after the other. His dad had brought pizza this evening. Brandon started working on his even though he wasn’t really hungry after his evening binge.
“You look hungry!” his father said as Brandon dug into his pizza enthusiastically.
“Always!” Brandon said with a smile.
By the time he finished his pizza he was more or less in a food coma. It had been quite a day. The only time he didn’t feel full was a brief span between breakfast and lunch but with the help of the other kids and his candy supply he had remained stuffed all the way through riding the bus home.
“You never did say,” Eric whispered in class one day, “How big do you want to get?”
Brandon gazed out the window at the grey sky that had been threatening snow for hours. “I want to be the fattest kid in school.”
“But the fattest kid is that eighth grader! Bill or Will I think? How are you going to get fatter than an eighth grader?”
“Well I’ll eat until I’m fatter than him or he graduates,” Brandon replied simply.
The school once again found itself in December with the Christmas break looming. If he wanted to be fatter than Bill while he was still at school he only had about 6 months left. Brandon was still gaining weight at a steady rapid rate. He had even started having trouble getting his jeans to button again and had had to spend a couple minutes fumbling beneath his hanging fat before he got the button to cooperate. If he remembered right these jeans might even be size 40 which he had only started wearing a few months earlier and he celebrated by having an extra-large breakfast.
On some days Brandon even bought two school lunches in addition to the one he brought and the food the other kids dumped on him. Some people had insinuated that he was a spoiled rich kid but he certainly wasn’t going to let the advantage of his parents giving him extra money pass him by. He’d use it all on food.
As the weather warmed Brandon redoubled his efforts to beat out the eighth grader Bill to be the fattest kid at school.
“The problem is I don’t know how much he weighs,” Brandon whispered to Eric between bites at lunch on day.
“Well the nurse is doing that check-up thing soon right?” Eric asked.
“Well we could sneak a peek at the weight chart on her desk and see,” Eric said with a mischievous smile.
When it was their home room’s turn to head down to the nurse’s office Brandon and Eric made sure that they were the last two in line. Thankfully it was the end of the day and they didn’t think any other classes would be coming behind them. Eric was weighed, his height measured, hearing and eyes tested, and then it was Brandon’s turn.
“Ms. Smith,” Brandon said in an inquiring tone, “May I use the bathroom?”
“Go ahead,” She replied, “You, onto the scale.”
Brandon stepped up onto the scale, his stomach swinging and jiggling a bit from the effort. She slid the balance out to 100, then 200, then started fiddling with the smaller weights. Then there was the sound of dripping and Brandon burst out of the bathroom.
“Ms. Smith! The toilet is clogged! I can’t stop it!” he said panic on his face.
She bustled off to the bathroom and Brandon could hear the sound of the plunger. Eric switched from a look of panic to a smile and strolled up to the nurse’s desk. He began flipping through the book, running his finger down a page before stopping and tapping a spot. He gave it a brief look and then flipped the page back to where it had been on the seventh graders. Just then the nurse emerged from the bathroom and Eric dropped his shoulders and looked at his feet.
“I’m so sorry,” he said to his feet.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” she said, “that’s why there’s a drain in the floor. You can go back to class.”
Brandon was still on the scale so she finished measuring his weight and ran him through the rest of the tests.
“Two hundred and forty-three pounds is a bit higher than what we would expect for someone your age. You have gained a substantial amount of weight since your last visit,” she said to him, “Your parents will probably be sent a letter regarding this.”
“Alright,” Brandon said a bit more dismissively than he intended.
“You may return to class.” She said with a wave.
“So how much does Bill weigh?” Brandon asked Eric on the bus.
“He was weighed two days before us and it said he was two hundred and sixty-nine pounds.”
“Crap. I’m only two forty-three,” Brandon said looking down at his stomach.
“Only…” Eric shook his head and grinned, “You’ve still got about three months.”
Brandon pulled out his phone to use the calculator, “Twenty… five. No, six. Twenty six pounds in 3 months isn’t that hard I guess.
Brandon tried harder than ever to pack on pounds. He would make sure to have several servings of ice cream every day after school and dinner and sometimes he would even walk through the woods to the convenience store to buy some extra. He tried to go to school every morning completely stuffed and go to bed every night the same. His weight continued to climb.
By the end of April he was up to 255. A few months previous he had picked up a bit of a waddle when he walked and it was starting to get a bit more pronounced. During the month of May he somehow convinced his parents to order him even more takeout for their dinners and there was a corresponding tightening in his clothes as his belly grew even fatter beneath his shirts and his waistband dug into him. As the nurse had predicted a letter from the school arrived about his alarming weight gain but since Brandon was the one who brought the mail in when he got home from school he simply dropped it into the shredder.
When he weighed himself at the beginning of June he had reached 261 pounds. He was only eight pounds from being the fattest kid in school! He had never been so excited! But what if Bill had gained weight too? Just to be sure he decided he would put on as much weight as he could during the last 3 weeks of school.
Much to Brandon’s delight his size 42 cargo shorts were starting to get quite snug and he swore his belly looked a little bigger after every day’s ice cream binge. On a few weekends when his parents were away on business meetings he would order three or four pizzas in the afternoon and spend the rest of the day working on finishing them all off. He would weight himself every day to make sure that stuffing himself was still producing the desired results. With a four days of school left he had reached 268 but being so close was no reason to slow down.
“Pass me another pizza,” Brandon said to Eric.
Eric reached across the couch and grabbed a box, passing it to his friend, “I can’t believe how big you are now dude.”
Brandon grinned at the compliment, “The nurse sent a letter home but I shredded it before my parents got home.”
“Haha, nice. Do they ever say anything?”
“No I think their minds are always on work. They barely even considered when I told them to order me extra food.”
Brandon had already finished a slice and was working on a second.
“You’ll get to be fattest kid for a whole year once we’re in eighth grade,” Eric said as he gave Brandon’s belly a quick rub.
“You’re the closest thing I’ve got to Buddha and we’ve got a math test tomorrow,” Eric said, laughing.
After his two pizzas Brandon finished off with most of a tub of cookies and cream ice-cream before getting up to put in a movie.
“You wanna sleep over tonight?” He asked Eric.
“Ya sure, lemme text my mom and tell her.”
Even though he was starting to feel full, Brandon continued to eat snacks until he couldn’t conceivably swallow another bite without throwing up. Then the two friends passed out on the couch some time during their second movie.
On the last day of school Brandon got up early and weighed himself in his parent’s bathroom. The digital display blinked twice and then 274 appeared on the screen. He got off and let it clear and stepped on again just to double check. 274 it confirmed again. Brandon’s face split into a huge smile and he waddled back to his bedroom to get dressed for school. He picked out a shirt that was practically skin-tight just for the occasion and struggled into his size 42 cargo shorts which had recently started putting up more of a fight. This brand always ran a bit small but he still thought it was an achievement.
He made a celebratory breakfast feast. A whole box of French toast from the freezer, half a pack of bacon, 4 scrambled eggs, a couple waffles, and bagel before laying them all out before himself on the table. Brandon sat down to eat and let his belly spread across his lap and dug in.
By the time he walked outside to wait for the bus he was feeling quite full and tugged the bottom of his shirt just to make sure his belly wasn’t peeking out. When the bus rolled to a screeching stop he heaved himself up the stairs and fell heavily into the seat next to Eric.
“Part of the benefit of having you as a friend is that no one tries to join us in the three person seat,” Eric said spreading out a bit.
“That’s what I’m here for,” Brandon said smiling, “I’m two seventy-four.”
“Wow dude. I remember when you were only a little bigger than me. You were just a little chubby back then I guess.”
Brandon ate a massive lunch that day. Since it was the last day some of the other kids had brought him some extra snacks and he didn’t know if he had ever been that full in his life. When he finished a few people cheered and then dispersed back to their tables in the last few minutes before the bell rang. Brandon sat breathing a little heavily trying to make a small stich in his side go away. When he went to the first class after lunch he found that the desk was extra tight that day. Some classes had chairs attached to the desk and while they had been a tight fit for a while the desk had never pushed that far into his belly before.
As Brandon and Eric walked down the hallway to wait for the bus home they saw the eighth grader Bill at his locker. Eric pointed.
Brandon walked up to him, “hey Bill.”
Bill turned around, “oh hey. Aren’t you the seventh grader who likes being fat?”
Brandon grinned broadly, “That does sound like me.”
“I’m just curious, not trying to be mean…”
“You want to know how much I weigh?”
“Uh… ya,” Brandon replied.
“I think I’m something like two sixty now. The nurse sent a letter home and now my mom is trying to make me eat healthier and go on bike rides and crap like that,” Bill said as he emptied his locker into his backpack.
“Ah cool. I always wondered,” Brandon lied somewhat.
“I’m guessing you’re more?”
“Two seventy-four this morning.”
“Ya but you were trying,” Bill said zipping up his backpack and closing his locker with a bang.
“Hmm true,” Brandon said grinning again.
“Yo Bill, you wanna hang out with us this summer?” Eric asked, “I’ve got the pool, Brandon has the food.”
Bill considered for a moment then smiled, “Sure!”
They all exchanged phone numbers and then walked to the buses. Bill got on his and Brandon and Eric on theirs.
“Being forced to diet,” Brandon grimaced while tugging his constricting shirt lower just to be sure, “sounds awful.”
“Well you’ve never actually tried it,” Eric reasoned.
Brandon pretended to throw up at the thought of dieting and then leaned back in his seat, his belly spreading out across his lap.
“Should be a fun summer and then I’ll get to be the fattest kid in school for a whole year!”
“If you let Bill into your food he might catch up again. He said dieting a bit angrily.”
“Well I’m up for a challenge,” Brandon said sticking his hands behind his head as the bus lurched forward.
