[Story] Graduation Day (Part 2 of 2)

Graduation Day is the second part of JustJaysen's realistic gainer story. This part takes place four years after the first part, Move-In Day.

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Graduation Day. KC’s iPhone alarm was going off, and with a quick press of an on-screen button, it was silenced. “Today’s the day,” he thought to himself. He sat up in bed and saw that he had fallen asleep again without turning off his PS4, as the Overwatch start screen was on. Thankfully he had the master bedroom in the two-bedroom place that he and Steve rent together, which means he also had the master bathroom. He got himself out of bed and put on a pair of basketball shorts.

            Steve was on the living room sofa watching what appeared to be a nature documentary. KC made his way into the kitchen, grabbed a bowl out of the cabinet, and a spoon. He walked over to the pantry and decided on Lucky Charms. With the box tucked under his arm, he grabbed a gallon of milk out of the refrigerator and plopped down on the couch. He poured himself a bowl of cereal.

            “Morning,” he groggily said to Steve.

            “Morning bud!” he replied.

            “What are you watching?”

            “Planet Earth.”

            “Didn’t that come out a few years ago?”

            “Yeah, but they just came out with a new one.”

            “Oh. I liked Blue Planet better.”

            “That one was good too!”

            “I’m about to head out for a jog, care to join me?”

            “Steve, buddy, you’ve asked me if I’ve wanted to join you for four years now. Have I ever said yes?”

            “No, but I just thought I’d keep it consistent. I mean, it’s not like it would be a bad idea…”

            “I appreciate the sentiment, but I’m built for comfort not speed,” replied KC as spooned another bite of frosted mini-wheats.

            Steve chuckled, “That you are, bud. Speaking of comfort, what time is Ben coming over, or is he meeting us at the ceremony?”

            “He said he’d be over around eight thirty, then we could all go together.”

            “Sounds like a plan then. Looks like I have a little time to get a couple miles in then.”

            “Suit yourself Forrest.”

            “Forrest?”

            “You can’t tell me you’ve never seen Forrest Gump. You know, run Forrest run?”

            “Oh yeaaah! That movie was a while ago.”

            “It was 1994.”

            “How do you know remember all of that?”

            “Because I’m graduating with a degree in film today, Einstein.”

            “I know that bud, but the remembering part is what baffles me. You can’t remember what we did last weekend but can remember stuff like that.”

            “It’s a gift.”

            “Right, right,” said Steve as grabbed a wooden box from the coffee table. He started grinding some green for his morning jog.

            “That’s got a nice aroma to it. What strain?” asked KC.

            “Fruit Loops.”

            “How appropriate for breakfast.”

            “I thought the same. Care to join me?”

            “Does a bear shit in the woods?”

            “I don’t know, do you?”

            “Har har. It’s a good thing you aren’t as funny as you look.”

            “Ouch.”

            “Oh yeah, because you’re such a delicate snowflake.”

Steve started packing the bowl on the bong that was sitting on the table. He fired it up and took a big rip. He held it for a few second before expelling the cloud of smoke into the air.

            “Damn, it sure is nice having our own place. Remember all those times we tried concocting things for the dorms?” He asked KC.

            “Like the toilet paper tubes with dryer sheets in them?”

            “Haha, yeah man,” said Steve as he passed the bong over to KC. He stopped eating his cereal for a moment to take a hit.

            “Wow, that stuff tastes as good as it smells.”

            “Yeah, I thought you’d like it.”

A couple more pulls between them and the pot was done. Steve grabbed his iPhone and headphones to get ready for his daily ritual. Seeing as it was June, he took off his shirt so that he could soak up the early summer sun on his jog. KC looked over as he started on his second bowl of cereal.

            “Leave some for me for when I get back,” asked Steve.

            “No promises. You know Lucky Charms are my fav. I think there’s still a box of that Kashi granola crap you like in the pantry.”

            “Just because it’s healthy doesn’t mean it’s crap.”

            “True. Hey, did you hear that BK just came out with a Lucky Charms shake? We’ve got to try it! Maybe tonight after graduation?”

            “You and milkshakes man. You are definitely my brother’s boyfriend,” chuckled Steve. “We’ll see. I have some plans for us that shouldn't take more than an hour tonight.”

            “Oh? What sort of plans?”

            “It’s a surprise.”

            “Come on Steve, you know I don’t like surprises.”

            “I think you’ll like this one”

            “Fine. Go run,” said KC with an eye roll.

            After three bowls, the box was depleted. KC took his empty bowl, box, and container of milk back to fridge. He grabbed a pack of Swiss cake rolls to eat on his way back to his room as breakfast dessert. Back in his room he glanced over at his PS4 and contemplated a quick game, but he needed to shower before Ben came over. He walked into the bathroom, flipped on the light switch, and grabbed his toothbrush off the sink. Staring at himself in the mirror he couldn’t help but smile. Graduation Day was finally here, and he was the first person in his family to get a college degree. Not only that, but he had an amazingly supportive boyfriend that he loved deeply and planned to ask him to marry him after graduation.

            In a matter of minutes, his breath was minty fresh and cereal free. KC took off his shorts, and before stepping into shower took another glance in the mirror.

            “Wow,” he said aloud to himself. Looking back at him was a very different man that he saw fours ago. He felt more confident about himself and his sexuality. Someone once told him that couples start to look alike, and it couldn’t have been truer in their case. KC placed his hand around/under his gut, lifted it up, let it drop, and watched as it jiggled back in place. He couldn’t count how many times he was high and did this for what felt like hours on end. Where his chest used to be flat, there was now a pair of soft, pliable pecs that Ben referred to as his moobs.

            “God does it feel good when he sucks on them,” he thought as he squeezed them together. There a few small, faint red line towards the bottom of his now overhang and surrounding his navel. It was hard to see them through his body hair, but they were there. Stretch marks. There was no beginning and ending to his body hair as it wrapped around his torso, like a built-in sweater made of dark brown hair. For so many years he hated looking in the mirror, now he loved it.

            KC’s shower took very little time, and he doubted that Steve was back from his jog. While a towel wrapped around his waist, he grabbed his clothes from out of the dryer and put them on the ironing board. After a few passes with the iron everything was wrinkle free. Traditional black slacks were to be worn under his graduation gown, and a white button shirt. He slipped into his pants and got them halfway zipped before he started struggling with the zipper/

            “What the hell?” he said aloud. “I JUST bought these pants. There’s no way they don’t fit,” he said to no one. He sucked in his gut as much as he could, and with all his might got the button to fasten. He quickly zipped up the rest of the way and let his breath out. His belly spilled over the top, and his love handles stuck over the sides, giving him a perfect muffin top. Just as he started fondling the part of him hanging over the sides, Steve walked past his door.

            “Holy shit bro. What happened?”

            “Steve, you scared the hell out of me. I thought you were out jogging?”

            “By the looks of it, you should have been out there with me.”

            “I think they shrunk in the wash.”

            “Riiight,” said Steve as he walked over and poked KC in his belly. “The wash.”

            “I’m serious. They fit a couple weeks ago.”

            “A couple weeks? How many meals and snacks ago was that bud?”

            “The hell if I know. Anything you can do to help a brother out?”

            “You’re kidding right? Your leg wouldn’t even fit into my pants.”

            “There’s got to be something. Maybe Ben can bring over a pair of his old ones?”

            “It’s almost eight thirty, it’s too late. He’ll be here any minute now.”

            “Fuck. I got them buttoned. I think they’ll hold.”

            “Just don’t eat anything between now and the ceremony, Chubs.”

            “Shouldn’t you be getting ready as well?”

            “That I do bud. Good luck with those,” said Steve as he poked KC in the belly again before he left.

            KC looked at himself in the closet door mirror and sucked in his gut. He looked thinner, but it didn’t help the fact that the pants were still cutting into his midsection. He let it out with an oof. “This is going to be a long graduation,” he thought to himself. Eyeing his suit shoes in the corner, KC walked over and bent down to pick them up. He felt the waistband cut in even more. Taking his shoes to the side of the bed, he plopped down to put them on. As soon as he did he heard a muffled pop sound, and immediately felt relief under his gut.

            “What the fuck was that?” he said as he lifted his belly up to investigate. The button had blown on his pants. “Oh shit, well that’s just great.”

            “What’s just great?” asked Ben as he walked into the room.

            “Jesus Christ, doesn’t anyone in your family know how to knock?”

            “I’m sorry Babe, didn’t mean to startle ya.”

            “It’s fine, Steve did the same thing a few minutes ago.”

            “I heard you talking to yourself as I walked up, you ok?”

            “Yes, no. I don’t know. I just popped the button on my only pair of dress pants that I thought fit,” said KC as he lifted up belly to show Ben.

            “It’s ok Babe, I can fix it for you.”

            “You can? How?”

            “Do you have a rubber band and a paper clip?”

            “Who are you MacGyver?”

            “No, just a supportive boyfriend that’s trying to help. I might also be a fat guy that’s popped his fair share of buttons too.”

            “Aww, thanks Benny. I appreciate you. This is the first time it’s happened. I think I have some in my desk over there,” he pointed. Ben walked over to look for the items while KC continued putting on his shoes.

            “I was going to call to see if you had a pair I could borrow, but it was too late.”

            “The joys of being able to share clothes, or at least my hand-me-downs.”

            “At least I can breathe now.”

            “Stand up and I’ll fix them for you. Though you might want to put your shirt on first, so you can tuck it in before I do.”

            “Good call. I have no idea how I would have tucked it in before.”

KC walked over to the ironing board and grabbed his under shirt. He put it on, and then started with the collared shirt. Not a single button fastened yet and he could tell it was also going to be tight.

            “I give up. Can we cancel graduation?”

            “What now?” asked Ben.

            “My dress shirt is going to be too tight, too. I can feel it in my shoulders.”

            “Can you button it?”

            “Let me see.”

KC started at the top. Two down. When he got halfway down the struggle started. He let out a sigh, sucked in, and finally got them all fastened. When he let out his belly the buttons strained a little but held.

            “I look like an overstuffed sausage,” he said to Ben.

            “Yes, but you’re the cutest little sausage ever,” replied Ben as he walked over to KC.

            “I’m serious. Nothing fits. I just got these a little over a month ago, and now I’m too fat to wear them.”

            “Babe, you’re going to be ok. Your gown is going to cover all of this, no one is going to see it.”

            “I hadn’t thought about that. You’re right.”

            “What’s going on, really? I haven’t seen you this stressed in a while.”

            “I think I’m just freaking out because nothing fits. Most of the time I just wear t-shirts and gym shorts. I got on the scale this morning and I weigh two hundred and fifty pounds. I’ve gained a hundred and five pounds. Don’t get me wrong, I love eating whatever I want, but I’ve seriously let myself go.”

            “You are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen. I don’t care if you weighed a thousand pounds, I would still love every inch of you. Remember when you and I talked about dating? I told you what I was into, and you accepted me. I am so very grateful for that every day. I know what you’ve done for me, and hopefully for yourself as well,” said Ben as he started to get down on one knee.

            “Benny, what are you doing...?”

            “Keith Christopher Chapman, my little Butter Bear, would you be with me for the rest of our lives? Will you marry me?”

            “Nooo… I mean not no, but I was going to propose to you tonight!”

            “So, is that a yes?” he asked with a chuckle.

            “Yes, it’s a yes!

Ben got up and gave him a kiss. Their bellies pressing into each other.

            “Do you remember the first time we met?” asked KC.

            “I sure do, I’ll never forget that day.”

            “Well, there’s something I never told you.”

            “Uh oh.”

            “Just listen.”

            “That day, you gave me a hug, and I felt your belly press into my stomach. Then later that night at Stardust, when you took off your shirt, and I saw how comfortable you were with yourself, I knew there was something special about you. I knew that I wanted to be part of your life in some fashion, that I could learn from you. And that’s exactly what you’ve done. You’ve taught me to love myself, embrace who I am, don’t worry about what other people think. You made me a better man, and I love you so much.”

            “Aww Babe, I love you too. Not only do we make each other better, we’ve also made each other bigger,” chuckled Ben as he poked KC in the belly.

            “Leave it to you to propose when I’ve never felt or looked fatter in life.”

            “It suits you quite well.”

            “Well, that’s good, because now you’re stuck with me forever.”

            “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now let’s get those pants fixed, we need to leave soon. My Butter Bear’s all grown up!”

            After KC tucked in his shirt, Ben unfolded the paper clip and attached the rubber band. He threaded it through the hole, and then used the pointed end to punch through where the button was and connected it.

            “Ok, that should hold. Let it out,” instructed Ben.

            “Oh wow, that feels so much better.”

            “That should work for a few hours. Now go finish up. I’ll be downstairs, waiting for my fiancé.”

            “That sounds so weird.”

            “Better than man-panion.”

            “Please tell me you just made that up, and it’s not a real word.”

            “Go get ready!”

            “Fine.”

Five minutes later KC walked into the living room to see Steve and Ben taking bong hits.

            “I can’t leave you guys alone for five minutes without you getting high,” said KC.

            “Here take a hit, brother-in-law,” replied Steve with a giant grin on his face.

            “You told him already?!”

            “Steve knew I was going to ask you a week ago.”

            “I told him I was going to ask you like a month ago,” said KC. “So, you knew we were both going to ask each other?”

            “Yup.”

            “And you didn’t let either of us know?” asked KC.

            “Nope.”

            “You dawg,” said Ben.

            “Hey, I knew you were both asking each other, so I knew you both were going to say yes. No use in telling either of you.”

            “Ugh, fair enough. I can’t believe you’re going to be my brother now,” said KC.     

            “Upgraded from best friend to brother-in-law! Woohoo!” said Steve with giggle. “What’s going on with your shirt bubba?”

            “It can’t contain the amount of sexy in it,” chimed Ben.

            “Looks like I’ve put on a couple since I bought it,” said KC while he grabbed his overhang and gave it a small rub. “I think I'm in-between sizes right now.” He took a bong rip.

            “You guys look more alike than we do,” added Steve.

            “If I had a dollar every time someone asked if we were brothers,” said KC, “I could pay off my student debt.”

            “Same here,” said Ben. “Well, you guys ready to roll?”

            “Let’s do this!” replied Steve.