"Aand we have news that Grenburg's very own Alec Burbell has been given permission to train with the National Soccer Team! Great news for our community, and for the young man himself, of course." The world's most annoying radio host finally said something worth listening to. Jake would need to congratulate Alec, of course - apart from sharing multiple classes, Alec's girlfriend was one of Jake's longest friends, Sarah. He continued with his sandwich, checking his social media feed while shoving the store-bought BLT into his mouth. Man, he really was feeling hungry today, wasn't he?
The doorbell rang, and he dragged his feet into a pair of slacks before opening the door to his pal Elijah, who strolled right in without waiting, beginning to talk instantly.
"Hey, man, you heard that Alec got into that soccer team or something? Really good for him, he's been missing out on parties lately just 'cause he's been training like a maniac or something."
Elijah was a good guy, usually really nice and kind of a nerd for weird foreign sport of all things, but he would never fucking stop talking. Jake figured it came down to the fact that Eli was a relatively small and boyish-looking guy - despite the fact that he was only a few months older than himself, Eli was only 5'7", and at 120 lbs he was thin as a rake. He only looked slightly less frail next to Jake, who - with his tall, lanky, 6'4" figure and measly 140 lbs was far scrawnier-looking. Yet, people could be forgiven for mistaking Eli for a fifteen-year-old instead of an eighteen-year-old, much due to his narrow shoulders, relatively large head and boyish features. It was only his deep voice and academic brilliance that reminded Jake and his friends that the little guy was their age, and Will had told Jake quietly that he suspected that Elijah's never-ending chatterbox was some sort of defense mechanism. It made sense anyway, as Eli was quick about bragging about his dick to male friends, maybe another perceived maturity point to his favor. Jake only paid attention to his sandwich, removing the last of the wrapping paper and swallowing the rest of the sandwich.
"Anyway, turn on the -" Elijah paused for once, staring at the kitchen table. "How much have you been eating today, bro?" He picked up a piece of wrapping paper. For the first time, Jake actually noticed how many had piled up. Had he actually stuffed himself all afternoon with cheap sandwiches? "Fuuck, bro," Eli said, grinning, "Ten fucking sandwiches. Listen, I know you've been planning to gain a little weight recently, but you know you gotta work out too, right? I mean, this shit's more than George eats in one meal, and he basically lives in the gym!" How did he manage to eat so much without becoming sick? When Eli pointed, with a grin, to his midsection, Jake's eyes followed.
He had a gut. How the fuck. A hefty bloat, straining his belly. This did not look good. How could he not have seen this? "Oh fuck... I guess I didn't know how hungry I was?" Elijah snorted. "Yeah, right. Listen, man, if you really want to go all skinnyfat, then you do you. I'm starving, and did that new game come?"
The next two hours they sat in silence, only the sounds from the Xbox being heard, and the occasional grumble from Jake's belly. How the fuck could he still be hungry? He excused himself, going into the kitchen to fetch more sandwiches. As he stood there, he felt a slight chub in his pants. Really? Horny now? But when he'd gotten to the bathroom to take care of business, his cock was completely flaccid.
Only. His cock was kind of... off-looking. Was it chubbed? Did he have a semi, or something? No, he didn't feel horny at all, but his soft dick looked... a little bit plumper. Longer, too, than usual. Weird. As he put on his pants back on, he looked to his reflection in the bathroom mirror, and he did a double take.
Jake had never thought of his life as remarkable or abnormal in any sense; he'd never believed in ghosts or ghouls when he was a kid, and everyone he knew laughed at the notion of hillbillies talking about UFOs in the night sky. Will often talked about how stupid people were back in the old days, when they actually thought that witches and fairies affected their daily lives, and Jake had always agreed. This, however, made him doubt his professed disdain for any belief in the supernatural. The massive bloat that had pushed out his shirt just one hour ago seemed to have disappeared entirely, his t-shirt once again hanging loose. As he heard a rumble coming from his concave stomach, he interrupted his very unproductive train of thought. He hadn't been as bloated as he'd thought, of course. And he'd always been this big downstairs, too, hadn't he? Hadn't he?
"Jake, bro, what's happening in there? You jerking off or something?"