Camera Obesa - Ch. 6+7

Randy rubbed his eyes and looked again. The face that looked back was his own...with about 100 pounds added on. Shocked awake, Randy let out a scream.

“Wh-what the hell is going on?!” he yelled. Looking down, the source of the rip became clear - Randy’s boxer briefs had split down the middle. Frowning, Randy felt the thick round circle of flesh that used to be his flat stomach. It felt hot and fuzzy to the touch, like Jell-O.

Turning to the side with dread, Randy saw that another tear had run down the middle of his bulging butt. His face looked like it had been rounded out, with two new fatty chins welded on. By this time, Gil had heard Randy's yell and came clamoring into his room, clad only in a pair of skivies. His disheveled hair fell over his scared expression.

“Rando! Are you okay?” Randy turned himself to face Gil, his now bulging belly on full display. Gil’s jaw dropped at the sight of Randy’s body. Already furious, Randy felt the fat on his face form into an angry expression.

“You!” He screamed, pointing a slightly fatter finger at Gil, who was still speechless.

“What the hell did you put in those pancakes?! What the fuck did you do to me??”

Opening his mouth to speak, Gil felt himself be pushed out of the way as Randy rushed to the other side of the bathroom. Biting his bottom lip, Randy stood on the creaking scale. His eyes grew giant.

“275 pounds.”

“No...” In one second, all of Randy's anger was replaced by fear. The photograph once again came into his mind. His gigantically fat belly, his bloated fingers. All of it became crystal clear.

It was all coming true.

“Rando...dude...I...are you okay? C’mon, let’s go to the hospital.”

Randy, pulling on a pair of jeans ( that looked like they were painted on once Randy stuffed himself into them ) glared at his roommate.

“No, it’s nothing. Really. I ate a little too much after baseball practice last night, that’s it. I’ll work it off.”

Gil looked sadly as Randy grabbed his bookbag and squeezed out the front door, shaking the ground slightly as he went.

When Randy walked into the communications room, all heads turned to look at him. By now Randy’s face must have been good and flushed, but as quietly as he could he made his way to a desk and sat down, with a large, audible creak. As soon as he took a seat his professor arose.

Professor Hart - quite possibly the most masochistic man that Randy had ever encountered. He had given Randy an F for forgetting to put the date at the top of an otherwise perfect quiz. Randy gulped.

“Nice of you to join us, Mr. Masterson. Putting on a little weight, are we? I understand that may slow you down a bit but I will not wait for your blubber again.”

If what Randy was before was red, now he was scarlet. Professor Hart was like a very strict fisherman; the second he had something on his line he didn’t let go. Not ever. Every chance he got, Randy became the target of his malice.

“Randy, I can’t hear myself think over that wheezing of yours. Do you need to lie down for a while?”

“Mister Masterson, those chairs aren’t designed to support men of your girth. Try standing up next time.”

After what felt like an eternity, finally Professor Hart called Randy to the front.

“Alright, Mr. Masterson, haul yourself up here. Wow us.”

Glad that his project would finally be done with, Randy pulled himself out of his desk. Or at least, he tried to. After three attempts, the giggling started. Looking down, Randy saw what the problem was:

He had grown too fat for the desk.

CHAPTER 7 - BLUBBER

“Dammit...” Randy’s face grew sweatier and hotter as he continued to try and pry himself out of his desk. His stomach had swollen so big that it hung down over the desktop, his bigger butt spilling over the side of the chair.

The laughter continued to grow with Randy’s body. Eventually, Randy’s chair gave way and Randy collapsed to the floor, the remains of the chair hidden under his bloated behind. Professor Hart grinned from ear to ear.

“Randy! How many times do I have to tell you? “Lard butt” grade chairs aren’t going to arrive until NEXT fall! Get on up. Now.”

Embarrassed and flushed, Randy got to his feet slowly, his breath becoming increasingly heavy. The cold air on his stomach made him shake, unable to stand still. When he tried to walk forward, he noticed that he could hear his fat jiggling around as he moved, starting to develop a strong waddle. Eventually he made it to the front of the class, where he cleared his throat.

“My...report...ugh...” Randy, starting to wobble, was still in shock at exactly what had just happened. His purple shirt rid up to his belly button now, revealing a large blob of newly grown fat that wasn’t there this morning. His arms felt very heavy, starting to pinch the sleeves of his very tight shirt. His jeans felt about seven sizes too small, his butt quickly inching it’s way out of the seat of his pants. He could almost hear himself getting too fat for his clothing.

“My report was on...” Professor Hart filled in the blank.

“McDonalds versus Burger King?”

Again, laughter. Randy did his best to stay focused, but he couldn’t ignore what was happening now.

He was still getting fatter. Just like in the photo. And this was just the beginning.

Unable to control himself anymore, Randy sprinted from the room. At least, as fast as his body would allow him to. Randy could still hear the laughing when he was several yards down the hallway, his thighs rubbing up against each other as he continued to sweat.

“Ugh...UGH!!” he blubbered. He had never felt this fat in his life. Ignoring the laughs he got going down the hallway, he turned the corner sharply, feeling his pants starting to tear.


“Urrrgh!!”

In one swift motion, Randy had rammed straight into someone, causing him to lose his balance and collapse on top of them with a large thud. Feeling the person underneath him struggle to get free, Randy recognized the voice.

“G-get off of me!!” Kent. Somehow, Randy managed to roll himself to the side, off of Kent, who breathed deeply. Randy lay on his back, feeling his fat nearly suffocate him as it pressed down upon itself, his face turning red. Kent, luckily, jumped to his feet quickly, pulling Randy up with all his strength. Eventually they managed to get him sitting upright, his body now caked with sweat.

“...Randy?” Kent asked, looking as shocked as Gil had that morning.

“...is that really you?”

Randy, shifting his larger weight from side to side, groaned.

“Yeah...it’s me...” Kent, not thinking, poked at Randy’s bulging stomach. He gasped.

“Whoa...it’s actually real...”

Randy turned red, feeling the cold air on his bare skin.

“I gained 100 pounds overnight, Kent...I was too fat for my desk just now, I crushed it...”

Kent tried his best to smile, putting his hand on Randy’s thick back.

“It’s...it’s not so bad! C’mon, maybe all that you need is a little exercise.”

Randy growled at Kent, who took his hand off .

“Oh yeah, a little exercise is all I need! Look at me, Kent! I’m a whale! No amount of exercise is going to make me thin again.

"It’s the camera. I thought it was all just some joke but...it’s real.”

Before Kent could say anything more, Randy waddled away angrily, heading towards the cafeteria.

By the time Randy made it to the cafeteria he had gained another 30 pounds, his shirt now pushed up even further despite his constant pulling. His butt had wormed out of his jeans so much that his underwear was beginning to tear. The walk had made Randy even more exhausted, his pink skin still soaked with sweat. When he walked into the lunchroom, everyone went silent.

Randy guided his massiveness towards the salad bar, getting a very small plate full of mostly lettuce, even less than what he had eaten yesterday.

“Hey fat ass, the dessert table is over there!”

Turning even more pink from embarrassment, Randy lumbered to an open table, one of the stone tables near the exit. Huffing, Randy sat down, feeling his now massive behind spread as he took a seat on the stone surface. At least that wouldn’t break under his fatness. He picked up a fork with his plumped fingers, almost unable to bend them, and skewered a lettuce leaf, putting it into his mouth. Nervously, he shifted in place.

“I’m still hungry.”

Glancing around, Randy saw the different things people were eating. All of it looked so delicious. “How can I be so fat, but still be so...starving?”

Randy grasped the sides of his belly with both hands, giving it a jiggle that made him wince.

“God, I’m huge... and I’m just going to get fatter. ”

After finishing his “lunch”, Randy didn’t want to go to baseball practice. He didn’t want everyone to see how huge he was getting. But he knew that if he didn’t show up than they would boot him off, just like they did to Fred. Now probably about 500 pounds, Randy made his way onto the baseball field, a trip that should have taken a few minutes but took Randy almost 20.

Waddling into the caged playing field, Randy started towards the dugout, causing the rest of the players to fall silent. Even Gregory didn’t say a thing. Trying to downplay his sudden weight gain, Randy grabbed one of the bats leaning up against the dugout, blobbing out to the diamond. No one moved.

“C’mon guys, let’s go!” he yelled.

The gum Chris had been chewing fell from his open mouth, which was agape. Only when Matthew started laughing did the rest of the team join in. Randy furrowed his brow in anger, his cheeks turning deep red.

“Dude, what the hell?” one of them answered.

“How did you get this fat in ONE DAY? You look like you’re about to pop!”

Grabbing another one of the bats, Matthew poked Randy’s belly, making the buttons of his baseball uniform so taught that the light poke popped them all off in one motion.

“Rrgh!!”

Angrily, Randy lunged for Matthew, who stepped back just in time. Randy fell hard on the ground, shaking everyone around him, all of his fat sloshing at his sudden dive. The laughing just got harder.

“Way to go fatty!”

Stuck on his back, the team continued to prod at Randy, as if they were unable to believe he was real. Gregory was the only person who wasn’t laughing. In fact, at that moment, he walked over to Randy and began trying to pick him up. Kent rushed to his side as well, and finally Randy made it back onto his feet. Tears in his eyes, he didn’t waste another minute at practice. He turned and ran away once again, the laughter of his teammates echoing in his ears.

As Randy left the baseball field, it started to rain. He tried his best to not wheeze while he tried to make it home, but eventually gave up. His shirt, which was slightly baggy 48 hours ago, was now so small that only part of Randy's upper back was still covered. His jeans, with a 32’ waist, had torn so much that the only places still left intact were his ankles. Everything else had become so stretched that it was nothing more than tattered cloth. Even Randy’s feet felt like they had grown fatter.

“I’m...so fat...” he blubbered softly.

Randy could tell that his voice had gotten deeper and harder to hear as well. The fat around his neck and cheeks had grown so plump that it obscured his mouth, making his speech slurred and wet. Listening to himself jiggle as he trudged down the sidewalk, Randy could hear small cracks forming underneath him with every step. He passed by the Fraternity house where he had found the camera, wishing that he had just left the team when he had the chance.