"Jake's New Regimen" by Exjockfeeder. Part I chapter 4: Initiation

     Jake lumbered into the construction office right on time, despite some effort. He hadn't had to get up at a specified time in a while. It took some coffee to get him going ¬ and a few egg muffin sandwiches. But he made it, and he strode into the office, sporting his new but faded jeans and the biggest shirt he could find ¬ an old baseball tee that he used to wear to practices ¬ that used to be loose. Not anymore. It highlighted his huge shoulders and chest, and now the fabric hugged him all over.

     Tom came out to meet him. "Welcome, welcome, Jake. Good to see you. Here, grab a few doughnuts and we'll get you introduced." This time Jake didn't argue and he dug into the loaded box of sweets, piling four doughnuts onto a napkin. Tom walked him around to meet the small crew there this morning ¬ about twelve guys. All were the typical beefy construction guys ¬ muscled exjock types, several showing a bit of a gut too. Though, Jake was already on the bigger end of the entire crew.

     Jake was seated by the table with the food while Tom held his morning project meeting. The new guy finished off his doughnuts as he listened and turned to check out how many were left in the box. Tom broke his update for a brief second. He spoke to the biggest guy in the room, whose round gut pushed into the table on the other side of Jake. "Bob, don't keep all those doughnuts to yourself. Share a few with Jake, would ya?" Jake looked up shocked and then turned to look at the guy Bob. He had half a doughnut in his mouth, but he was not embarrassed. "Yeah, sorry buddy. Here, you better keep up." He pushed the box toward Jake. "There. The rest are for you, man." There were eight doughnuts left. Before Jake could protest, Tom was continuing the meeting. Jake sheepishly took another doughnut. Tom kept talking but signaled for Jake to take some more. Jake kept eating, and on the last doughnut, he found himself thinking he liked this place.

     The rest of the day progressed smoothly. Jake was told he would shadow the guys who tracked the project logs and schedules for the first week, and then, as Tom promised, he would head out to his first site. There were always piles of food at the morning meetings, following by outings for huge man-sized, gut busting lunches. Despite eating like a moose with the crew all day, Jake went home at night and gorged on huge dinners like never before. Impossible, he thought, but his new jeans already felt less loose.

     On Friday, the whole crew had a late lunch together at a hearty buffet place. All week, Tom kept mixing up who Jake spent time with so that he could meet the crew. At this lunch, he seated Jake next to Bob, the doughnut guy from day one. He was about Jake's height, a bit less muscled though still beefy, but he definitely had the biggest belly in the place.

     "Hey, I'm Big Bob." The guy shook Jake's hand brusquely. It was the guy with the doughnuts from the first day.

     "Good to meet ya, Big Bob. Everyone calls you that huh?"

     "Oh yeah, for obvious reasons." Bob smacked the sides of his belly, which was showing proudly in his tight shirt. "From the looks of you though, buddy, I might have a contender for the title. Let's eat huh?"

     Lunch lasted almost two hours. It turns this was a Friday routine. Jake unwittingly kept pace with Bob while they talked, going back to the buffet line for another heaping plate of food each time his eating pal did. After the fifth plate, Jake leaned back in his chair with a heavy exhale. Bob elbowed him. "Come on man, we've still got time. You can't cash it in already!"

     "Fuck, Bob, I feel like I could bust already. I gotta let up."

     "I took you for a better contender, Jake. Shit, I bet you could take in some more. Eat like a real man, bud."

     Tom piped in. "Better do it Jake. Bob doesn't take on accomplices lightly. You don't want to let him down."

     Jake found the conversation a little curious, a little scintillating. He caved. "All right, guys. One more round."

     Tom stood before Jake could get up. "You stay there. I'll get it for you."

     Too full to protest, the stud leaned back and rested for a minute. When they returned, Tom plopped down a plate piled with twice as much food as even Bob had.

     "Fuck, you gotta be kidding! There's no way I'm getting all that in on the ¬ what helping is this anyway?"

     "Sixth, big guy, but who's counting? Dig in."

     Bob chimed in. "Better catch up man. I'm already into this round ahead of you."

     Jake grunted and leaned forward to dig in. Halfway through the mound of food, he reached down to shift his waistband, giving his swelling gut more room. It was a big reach to get his hand under his food laden stomach. He was panting as Bob taunted him to keep up. Jake pushed hard, feeling his belly grow tighter than ever, finally clearing the plate. With a huge groan, he looked up, ready to pronounce he did it, only to see Tom standing there with another loaded plate. "You're not done yet, big guy. Prove what you're worth, Jake."

     "Huh?" Jake said, a bit perplexed. "Fuuck. There ain't no . . ."

     "Did that sound like you had an option?"

     Bob leaned in, the side of his belly pressing into Jake's food swollen bulge. "No one's ever taken me in the first week, Jake. I think the boss man Tom wants to see what you can do. Better listen up and impress the new boss."

     Jake looked up at Tom. "That's right, big guy. Let's see if you can out-eat our eating contest champ here." He shoved the seventh plate closer to Jake. "In fact, we're not leaving here 'til you do." Jake felt his face blush a little and his cock start to grow again. He dug into the seventh plate of chow as if it were the first. Bob was eating along side him, chiding him to keep up. Tom was ready with another plate the minute Jake had managed to finish. Soon the entire crew was cheering him on. "Go go go!" Bob was grunting, starting to slow. The competitive jock in Jake kicked in. Now he was out to win. He locked into a groove and shoveled in everything set in front of him. He didn't dare count the plates. He just focused on pushing in one huge mouthful after another. He barely looked up except to check for another plateful and to bask in the cheers when he cleared each plate. He had no idea that Bob had stopped a few helpings ago until he fell back against the chair, his belly blown out tight as a drum, ready to bust with so much as one more bite. Jake sat there, eyes half open, hands gingerly massaging the sides of his belly, unable to move.

     "I . . . can't . . . eat . . . . . . no . . . . . . fuckin' . . . . . . more. Oooooo."

     Tom made the pronouncement. "Gentleman. With some more training, I think we have found out new eating contest hero!"

     The crew went nuts and came by one by one to shake Jake's hand or pat his bloated gut before heading to their cars. Soon it was just Jake, Tom and Bob. Bob laughed a bit. "Dude, I'm impressed. I never thought I'd see a guy out-eat me so early on. You're gonna represent us well. He's a natural Tom."

     "Yep, Jake. You are officially our office's new rep in the annual eating contest between the construction firms. You'll do us proud once we whip you into shape."

     Jake was in a food daze, all the blood rushing to his ready to bust belly. He wasn't sure what they could be referring to, and he was too overfed to do much more than grunt. Tom's mouth curled into another devilish grin. He moved in closer to Jake's bulging paunch. "Tell you what. It's been a damn good first week for you. Head on home early and rest that thing. See you bright and early Monday."

     And with that, Jake was left alone in the buffet place, still rubbing his gut, waiting to feel the pressure ease before he stood. The waiter checked in after a while. "Anything else for you?"

     Jake managed a laugh, which made him groan again. "Does it look like anything else would fit in this thing?"

     "Actually, it looks like lots would. That's why I was asking. So all set then. Oh - did you want me to load the rest of this into a bag for you?"

     "Rest of this??" Jake looked up to where the waiter pointed.

     "Yeah ¬ that last guy ¬ your boss I think, said all this went with you." There were stacks of to-go boxes a foot and a half high at the end of the table.

     Jake just groaned and nodded.

     To be continued