Duncan awoke to a dark room. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in his bed at Playa des Losers. "Okay... where am I? If this is someone's idea of a joke, I swear I'll-"
The light clicked on, blinding the punk for a moment. When his eyes adjusted, he saw Harold sitting in a chair nearby, a pizza box in his lap. "Have a nice nap?" he asked, a faint smirk on his face.
"What's going on, Doris?" Duncan asked. "And why the hell are my arms tied up?!" He added, pulling at a thick rope binding his wrists. He also noticed he was sitting on something, but didn't think much of it.
"I'm tired of you bullying me, Duncan!" Harold snapped. "Always humiliating me, and pushing me around just because you're bigger than me! Well not anymore..." the tall boy opened the box, revealing a large pepperoni pizza, glistening with grease and emitting a delicious aroma.
"So you're gonna feed me a pizza as revenge?" Duncan scoffed. "Lame."
"Not just THIS pizza" Harold clarified. "THESE pizzas!" he waved his arm around the room, and the punk's gaze followed. Stacked everywhere and high were mounds of pizzas, which explained why the odor of grease, cheese, and meat was so strong. Dunan's stomach rumbled.
"Okay so where-" before Duncan could finish speaking, Harold bolted forward and crammed a slice into his mouth, rubbing Duncan's neck so as to force swallowing. The nerd repeated the process until the punk's belly was tight and swollen, making a slight bulge in his black skull shirt, and the first box was empty. Here Harold paused to rub his palm into the gut, helping it convert into soft fat.
After a moment, Duncan burped, and Harold took this as a sign to start with the next pizza, occasionally pausing to force some kind of gainer shake down the punk's throat."I'm gonna keep feeding you until you can't move!" Harold laughed.
The feeding continued for hours until Duncan's clothes began to feel quite snug. A soft bulge pressed against his waistband and the ropes, which he had given up struggling against after Harold pointed out he was a master at knotting, where starting to chafe.
Before he had begun, the nerd had weighed Duncan on a special scale he had borrowed from Owen that had a max of 1000 pounds, and found that he weighed 170 pounds. When Harold paused to check Duncan's current weight, he now saw 200 pounds even. "Yes!"
"What?" Duncan asked, shifting in place.
"You've put on thirty pounds!"
"THIRTY?! Just how fat do you plan on making me?"
"Like I said, until you can't move!" With that, Harold resumed his stuffing, until Duncan had gained...
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