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Chapter 2 Full Day
Anthony awoke the next morning wondering if last night was a dream. No, he could still feel the consequence, although his stomach had deflated. He still just wanted to lay there for hours, until he remembered that today was the start of the semester! Looking at his clock he still had plenty of time to make it to class, he loved late classes, but Trevor started earlier then had already left. Pulling himself out of bed he began to get ready, once more pausing in the mirror to examine himself. He looked as scrawny as ever, in fact maybe thinner, perhaps that was just the effect of last seeing himself bloated. Stepping on the scale it whirled to…140. 'Great, all the food basically passed through me.' Cursing the bane of his metabolism he skipped breakfast and started his classes. Throughout the day all his classes consisted of going over the syllabus or reviewing material from previous classes, so his mind was free to wander. He wasn't very sure of Trevor's weight, now that he was thinking about it, although given his height, being the same as his 5' 10", Anthony figured Trevor must weigh about 280 lbs. And if he wanted to weigh that much by the end of the year that meant 140 lbs over ten months, 14 lbs a month, 4 pounds a week? Roughly. 'Good God, I'll never make it at this rate.' Time for lunch and at despite being discouraged, he was starving by this time. Due to his high grades, Anthony had gotten a free ride and some parts of his fees covered, which included an unlimited Meal Plan. He headed to On-Campus buffet, where despite the food tasting rather awful, there was a lot of it, and at the very least, all their junk food was to die for! After trying the entrees, he resolved that he should have just gone for what he knew tasted good in the first place. Grabbing some burgers and a mound of cookies he sat down.
Trevor entered, and after grabbing some food joined Anthony, "So what's the prognosis?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, come on your not going to tell me?"
"I just did, nothing's changed."
"You mean you ate all that yesterday and didn't gain a pound?"
"Nope."
"Lucky duck.
Rolling his eyes Anthony retorted, "Ya, know unless I want to gain weight."
"True, but if I had your metabolism you wouldn't have to gain in the first place, in fact you still don't," Trevor said half amused.
'Thank you God for his slow metabolism,' "Nah, it's cool, besides I can finally eat all that I really want to!" And that was the truth for years, Anthony had kept himself from over indulging, for a mixed reason of vanity, healthy thoughts, but now he was free. "So how are your classes going?"
"Well," began Trevor, and they sat for the next hour discussing all those trivial things that one doesn't realize they don't know until that information is called upon. Anthony answered all Trevor's questions which seemed silly now, but he knew he panicked over last year as a freshman. All the while he kept munching away on fries, and pasta and kept refilling with Dr. Pepper. At several points he'd offer some of his cookies to Trevor, insisting that they were delicious, finally getting him to consume one before he left. They agreed to meet again here for supper.
In his last class Anthony's mind was once more preoccupied from the "lecture," this time not on his gaining fancy but rather on the only girl of his fancy; Kitty. She had been in his class last semester and would hopefully continue to be in his classes as they had similar majors. He almost despised himself for liking her, not for who she was, but for the fact that she was the only one excluded in his crusade to never love. What did it matter, she had a boyfriend anyway, one much better looking than Anthony and she never paid attention to him anyways, although she did know him. 'Gah, I disgust myself!' In a fit of confused rage after this class he stopped by one of the stores on campus and bought and ate a whole bag of chocolate mini donuts and a pint of chocolate milk, before heading back to his dorm.
Trevor was in there, about to leave as they were suppose to be dinning together five minutes ago. "I'm sorry I'll be ready in a second!"
Anthony had honestly forgotten about it until just now, "Oh, it's cool I wasn't coming to get you, I needed to drop off this heavy backpack." Lying to try and avoid the topic of why he had forgotten where he was suppose to be.
"Oh cool, great timing then. Hey guess who I ran into on the way here?" Trevor asked. He slowed his pace now that they were together and weren't in a rush.
"You ran into somebody, how rude"
Trevor rolled his eyes, "No, Kitty! She's that girl you like right?" Trevor knew perfectly well that she was and Anthony hated him for even bringing to mind that he might possibly be capable of liking, perhaps loving another creature. For it was this thought implanted by him not so long ago that Anthony pinned as the epicenter that was slowly cracking years of fortifying his emotions. 'Note to self,' thought Anthony, 'buy grout.'
"Yes, but don't worry about it, it'll never happen."
"Yes it will, if you gave it a chance," Trevor said with such a sweet tone. Anthony gave him a look of disapproval and by now they were out the door. "Anywho, she said that she tried to talk to you after class but you stormed out."
"I didn't storm out!" 'Perhaps I did, but that's the way I've always been told I've walked'
"I told her that's just how you walk, but yeah, see she wanted to talk to you."
"She has a boyfriend and it was probably just going to be light conversation or even more likely she wanted me to help her study group!" Anthony just could not study in a group, contra to popular recommendation, he studied best in his bed with the television on and just read, any deviation from this ritual of knowledge absorbing just threw him off.
They were now at the dining hall, and so Anthony's thoughts changed from ritualistically gaining knowledge back to ritualistically gaining! And with the confused anger back on his mind. He ate with a renewed gusto. He ate more burgers and chicken and tonight they had hot dogs and tacos, with sizeable helpings of macaroni and cheese and mashed potatoes, and French fries and spud cubes, and yes those last three all counted differently to Anthony. Once more he had reached that point of near painful bloatation, and he managed to down a slice of cake. Upon leaving his "pregnancy" had returned and his belt and button were in the same place as the previous night. Walking back to the dorm he hoped he didn't burn too many calories. By the time they got back Anthony was once more sedated. They entered the room, Anthony stripped to his boxers and once more collapsed on his bed, with his warm mound of a belly this time laying besides him. Once more he began rubbing the highly pressurized and solid dome all around, his skin was so taught and felt so sensitive. He was stoking this side and that and even ventured to feel his underbelly and belly button, although this time it was completely conscious. He did this until he fell asleep. Trevor couldn't help but notice how happy these last few moments of lucidness were for Anthony.

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Chapter 2 Full Day
Anthony awoke the next morning wondering if last night was a dream. No, he could still feel the consequence, although his stomach had deflated. He still just wanted to lay there for hours, until he remembered that today was the start of the semester! Looking at his clock he still had plenty of time to make it to class, he loved late classes, but Trevor started earlier then had already left. Pulling himself out of bed he began to get ready, once more pausing in the mirror to examine himself. He looked as scrawny as ever, in fact maybe thinner, perhaps that was just the effect of last seeing himself bloated. Stepping on the scale it whirled to…140. 'Great, all the food basically passed through me.' Cursing the bane of his metabolism he skipped breakfast and started his classes. Throughout the day all his classes consisted of going over the syllabus or reviewing material from previous classes, so his mind was free to wander. He wasn't very sure of Trevor's weight, now that he was thinking about it, although given his height, being the same as his 5' 10", Anthony figured Trevor must weigh about 280 lbs. And if he wanted to weigh that much by the end of the year that meant 140 lbs over ten months, 14 lbs a month, 4 pounds a week? Roughly. 'Good God, I'll never make it at this rate.' Time for lunch and at despite being discouraged, he was starving by this time. Due to his high grades, Anthony had gotten a free ride and some parts of his fees covered, which included an unlimited Meal Plan. He headed to On-Campus buffet, where despite the food tasting rather awful, there was a lot of it, and at the very least, all their junk food was to die for! After trying the entrees, he resolved that he should have just gone for what he knew tasted good in the first place. Grabbing some burgers and a mound of cookies he sat down.
Trevor entered, and after grabbing some food joined Anthony, "So what's the prognosis?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, come on your not going to tell me?"
"I just did, nothing's changed."
"You mean you ate all that yesterday and didn't gain a pound?"
"Nope."
"Lucky duck.
Rolling his eyes Anthony retorted, "Ya, know unless I want to gain weight."
"True, but if I had your metabolism you wouldn't have to gain in the first place, in fact you still don't," Trevor said half amused.
'Thank you God for his slow metabolism,' "Nah, it's cool, besides I can finally eat all that I really want to!" And that was the truth for years, Anthony had kept himself from over indulging, for a mixed reason of vanity, healthy thoughts, but now he was free. "So how are your classes going?"
"Well," began Trevor, and they sat for the next hour discussing all those trivial things that one doesn't realize they don't know until that information is called upon. Anthony answered all Trevor's questions which seemed silly now, but he knew he panicked over last year as a freshman. All the while he kept munching away on fries, and pasta and kept refilling with Dr. Pepper. At several points he'd offer some of his cookies to Trevor, insisting that they were delicious, finally getting him to consume one before he left. They agreed to meet again here for supper.
In his last class Anthony's mind was once more preoccupied from the "lecture," this time not on his gaining fancy but rather on the only girl of his fancy; Kitty. She had been in his class last semester and would hopefully continue to be in his classes as they had similar majors. He almost despised himself for liking her, not for who she was, but for the fact that she was the only one excluded in his crusade to never love. What did it matter, she had a boyfriend anyway, one much better looking than Anthony and she never paid attention to him anyways, although she did know him. 'Gah, I disgust myself!' In a fit of confused rage after this class he stopped by one of the stores on campus and bought and ate a whole bag of chocolate mini donuts and a pint of chocolate milk, before heading back to his dorm.
Trevor was in there, about to leave as they were suppose to be dinning together five minutes ago. "I'm sorry I'll be ready in a second!"
Anthony had honestly forgotten about it until just now, "Oh, it's cool I wasn't coming to get you, I needed to drop off this heavy backpack." Lying to try and avoid the topic of why he had forgotten where he was suppose to be.
"Oh cool, great timing then. Hey guess who I ran into on the way here?" Trevor asked. He slowed his pace now that they were together and weren't in a rush.
"You ran into somebody, how rude"
Trevor rolled his eyes, "No, Kitty! She's that girl you like right?" Trevor knew perfectly well that she was and Anthony hated him for even bringing to mind that he might possibly be capable of liking, perhaps loving another creature. For it was this thought implanted by him not so long ago that Anthony pinned as the epicenter that was slowly cracking years of fortifying his emotions. 'Note to self,' thought Anthony, 'buy grout.'
"Yes, but don't worry about it, it'll never happen."
"Yes it will, if you gave it a chance," Trevor said with such a sweet tone. Anthony gave him a look of disapproval and by now they were out the door. "Anywho, she said that she tried to talk to you after class but you stormed out."
"I didn't storm out!" 'Perhaps I did, but that's the way I've always been told I've walked'
"I told her that's just how you walk, but yeah, see she wanted to talk to you."
"She has a boyfriend and it was probably just going to be light conversation or even more likely she wanted me to help her study group!" Anthony just could not study in a group, contra to popular recommendation, he studied best in his bed with the television on and just read, any deviation from this ritual of knowledge absorbing just threw him off.
They were now at the dining hall, and so Anthony's thoughts changed from ritualistically gaining knowledge back to ritualistically gaining! And with the confused anger back on his mind. He ate with a renewed gusto. He ate more burgers and chicken and tonight they had hot dogs and tacos, with sizeable helpings of macaroni and cheese and mashed potatoes, and French fries and spud cubes, and yes those last three all counted differently to Anthony. Once more he had reached that point of near painful bloatation, and he managed to down a slice of cake. Upon leaving his "pregnancy" had returned and his belt and button were in the same place as the previous night. Walking back to the dorm he hoped he didn't burn too many calories. By the time they got back Anthony was once more sedated. They entered the room, Anthony stripped to his boxers and once more collapsed on his bed, with his warm mound of a belly this time laying besides him. Once more he began rubbing the highly pressurized and solid dome all around, his skin was so taught and felt so sensitive. He was stoking this side and that and even ventured to feel his underbelly and belly button, although this time it was completely conscious. He did this until he fell asleep. Trevor couldn't help but notice how happy these last few moments of lucidness were for Anthony.