The Boy Next Door: Part I

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“Hey sir. I’m really sorry to bother you, but I think I’ve just locked myself out of my apartment. Can I use your phone and call my mom? Oh God, thank you so much. This must look really weird, right? I mean, some kid in his underwear turns up at your front door and asks to use your phone? You’re really sweet to let me do this, sir. I thought my pizza had arrived and went to the door to see, and somehow I let the door close behind me. So stupid, right?

“Wow, your place is really nice, and your view is amazing. We moved in about six weeks ago, but our place is still piled high with boxes. You must’ve lived here a long time. I’ve . . . um . . . noticed you in the lobby when I’ve been down to the gym. Yeah, I usually take the stairs and you always take the elevator, so you probably didn’t notice me. You’re . . . wow, I mean . . . um, you’re a big guy, so you’re kinda hard to miss. More than big. I mean, like, you’re massive. I’m sorry if that offends you, sir. I . . . it’s just . . . I guess I’m just embarrassed, you know, standing here half-naked in my underwear, and you over there just so . . . BIG. I mean, it was obvious that you’re extremely heavy from how slow you move through the lobby, but now I see you in the flesh – so much flesh – it’s . . . wow. There you are . . . all of you. Right there.

“Oh my God, should I not have said that? Should I stop talking about your weight? I should stop talking about how fa . . . Fuck. What’s that? It’s okay to say you’re fat? Okay man, you are really fucking fat. I mean, like hugely obese. Look at your belly, dude, it’s like a fuckin’ yoga ball, sticking out so damn far. And so round! Just . . . just massive! Is it genetic, or . . ? Just like eating, huh? Me? I hardly ever eat – as you can probably tell. I know, so damn skinny, right? But I can certainly appreciate a good appetite. Who knows, maybe when I head off to college next year, I’ll put on the Freshman 15. What did you put on, the Freshman 200? Haha. Please, go ahead and sit down. It must be tough at your size to stand for this long. That’s better. Fuck, your belly looks even bigger when you’re sitting down, doesn’t it. Practically fills your lap with fat. Amazing. Just incredible.

“Oh boy, you weren’t kidding when you said you like to eat, were you, big guy? I mean, look at all this food. Is this like a weekly order or something? This is for today? Wait, you’re serious? You get this much food delivered every single day? For one person? Holy fuck. And you eat it all? Don’t you get full or feel nauseous from all this fattening junk? I’m only gonna eat one slice of my pizza when it eventually turns up and that’ll be plenty for me. I can’t even imagine being capable of eating all this! No wonder you’re so fucking fat! Sorry if that offends you. Wait, why are you smiling?

“Um . . . so, yeah. Haha. I guess I better come clean, huh? I . . . um didn’t exactly get locked out of my apartment. I . . . I spotted you in the lobby the first morning I was here and I just haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. I mean, you were there carrying all those bags of fast food to the elevator and the buttons on your shirt were just straining to contain that huge, rounds beer belly of yours – kinda like they’re doing right now. You looked so fucking fat, I was blown away. And over the past six weeks, I swear to God you’ve gotten even bigger, haven’t you? I knew it!

“So, I figured you must be a pretty serious gainer, right? Uh-huh. And I was sitting in the apartment looking at feeder porn and I just thought to myself. Why am I sitting here alone when there is a massively obese and seriously gorgeous man just three doors down?

“It doesn’t bother you that I’m only 18? Because I find the age difference so damn hot. And as for the size difference? Don’t get me started. I mean, I probably weigh about 120 lbs so . . . just the thought of being around someone as massively overweight as you just makes me . . . oh God, I’m standing here in my underwear, I need to stop thinking those kind of thoughts.

“But how’s this for an idea. I didn’t lie about the pizza. Okay, I did, but only when I said there was one pizza. There are three, big man. And they’re waiting back in my apartment. Just say the word, sir, just say the word.”