Week 10
#10 of Gainer's Paradise
Tom lies in his bed, sobbing into his pillow. The fact that Anthony's gone pretty much has his heart in a million pieces. Eric sits next to him, slowly rubbing his back trying to calm him. "It's ok buddy. Just because he's not here doesn't mean he's not out there watching and hoping you'll win."
"I know but I don't understand!" Tom cries. "Why him? Why not me? He deserves to be here way more than I ever did."
"Woah! That's crazy talk! You absolutely deserve to be here! You came so far; you're not gonna give up just because your mate's gone are you?"
"No." Tom sits upright in bed. His fingers trembling, his eyes wet with tears and his cheeks moist. "No, I ain't gonna give up. I'm in the Final 5. I'm so close to winning that I can pretty much taste it. And... I know that the reason Anthony is gone is all because of a lying, cheating, red ball of fur named David."
"See?" Eric helps wipes away Tom's tears. "That guy's been causing havoc ever since the merge." Tom hugs Eric tight.
"Please make him go away." The bear whispers.
"Don't worry," Eric rubs Tom's back. "We're gonna send that bastard home if it's the last thing we're gonna do, ok?"
***
David goes into the blue room. He waits for the door to shut all the way before he covers his muzzle with his paws, smiles, and does his victory dance. "It's about time those two split up!" He whispers to himself. "Now I have a real shot at winning. Poor Tom, though. The way he's been crying for the last hour. 'Boohoo, Anthony's gone!'. It makes me feel like crying too... right into my bag of one million dollars." He evilly smirks again.
David slips off his boxers since they were feeling too tight for him. He lies down on the bed, belly swaying and sheath exposed. The air conditioner turns on and the blast of cold air makes David shiver a little. The draft down below makes David a bit aroused. The air felt like fingers running across his sheath, yet no one else is in the room.
He looks up to make sure the door's locked. He rarely ever masturbates but since he was alone for once he decided why not. David runs his paw down his belly and onto his swelling sheath. He rubs the tip of his fingers on it until he feels his cock slip out.
"Ohhhhhh." David moans when he grasps himself and starts stroking it. I really hope ZoZo isn't watching this, he thinks. The warm sensation he gets makes him more aroused.
Slowly, he continues to paw himself, thinking about stuff that turns him on. Cuddling. Being touched down there. Fluffy tails. Light French kissing. He doesn't imagine someone specifically doing that stuff to him, just them in general. He also likes neck muzzle and belly rubs. Or anything that involves his fat belly.
What turned him on a lot was the thought of getting bigger. David always imagined himself being a 600 pound fatty; belly enormous, his thighs a bit bigger. He'd might as well be a cushion. He's never been fed before but wanted it so badly. He'd always liked McDonalds, sundaes, cinnamon rolls, and pizza. The thought of him being fed (even forced fed) all that food makes him stroke himself a bit faster.
"Ohh my." David whispers. Pre leaks into his paw. His loading almost here and he can feel it.
He strokes himself faster, his knot starting to swell. David uses his other paw to rub his balls, which only turns him on even more. Almost there, he thinks. "Ahhhhhhh...." David cums all over his paw and belly. He licks his paw clean then relaxes his whole body. The feeling of post-orgasm eventually pulls him into sleep.
***
Will gets his shower. He would fantasize about Stephen again, but Fred is sitting on the kitchen sink so... not the best idea. "So, what are we gonna do? As for the next voting?" Will asks.
"I'm thinking that we should send home David." Fred says. "If you ask me, Anthony was the head of that 3-way alliance. Now that he's gone, I think it's time we send a real threat home: David."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, him and Kevin were as thick as thieves and they were the biggest threat as a pair. Just because one is gone doesn't mean the other won't be as bad."
"But what if he avoids the block again this week?"
"Since he still thinks we're on his side, we should still have his vote. Simply put: the only way we could ever get voted off is if the two of us get put up together."
"Ok." Will says. As he lathers the soap and scrubs his body, he still can't help but think of Stephen.
"Can I ask you something?" Fred asks.
"Sure. What is it?"
"What do you think the chances of me and Robert getting together are?"
"Robert?" Will can barely remember Robert. He remembers his plump stomach, pink fur, and white boxers. He also remembers that that tiger was the one who voluntarily had sex with Fred after he made him aroused; then left the same week Fred switched to him team. "I'm not sure, why do you ask?" Fred sighs.
"I just... I think I like him, Will. And not just as some sex doll, I like him as a boyfriend."
"Awwwww foxy's in love." Fred blushes as that.
"So, how are you and Stephen doing?" Fred teases. Will blushes at that, unsure of what to say to him.
"We agreed to be boyfriends... the day before he was voted out." Will pins his ears down and tail goes limp was he remembers that dreadful moment when his best friend turned mate walked out the door.
"Ouch. That really stinks."
"Yeah. But at least I didn't turn into some love-sick crazy man like Jon." Fred perks his ears up. He's surprised anyone even remembered Jon, the orange fox who went into some great depression after his best friend Mike left.
"True." Fred says. "Do you ever miss your former teammates?"
"Hmmmm..." Will thinks about this for a moment. "I definitely don't miss Mike or Jon. Those two one spoke to each other. They never really spoke to anyone else on the team. I guess I miss Robert a little. He wasn't purposely quiet, he was a bit shy but at least he's talk to some of us sometimes. But I recall him being mostly attached to you. We all know how much I miss Stephen. Does Nathan count?"
"I guess." Fred says. "We was voted out while on the red team."
"Ok. I kinda miss Nathan. He was a nice guy. He was pretty much everyone's friend, despite being close to Eric. I remember that he used to tell the story of how he started letting people use his belly as a pillow."
"Yeah and then the people around here did exactly that."
"Exactly!" Will laughs. When it dies down, he hears something. It sounds close to the spud of unwrapping. "Fred? Do you hear that?"
"Yeah. That's me." Fred says. "After two and a half months of being here, you pick up a few habits like it did."
"Habits?" Will ponders about this for a moment but then he realizes what he's talking about. Fred once saw Will put a few unwrapped honey buns under his belly so he could save for later, which came in handy when we woke up that same night hungry. "You're putting food under there too now?"
"Yeah. It's actually convenient." Fred says.
"I told you so. What're you having?"
"Mini donuts. I couldn't decide between the white powdered ones or the chocolate ones. So I grabbed two packs of each and stuffed them under my belly."
"Nice. Can I have one?"
"When you get out of the shower, of course you can." Will was so lost in his conversation with Fred that he actually forgot where he was.
"Oh. Right." Will takes another moment to do a last-minute cleanup and then turns off the water. The aroma of oranges and grapes hits Fred's nose when Will opens the shower door. "Now, may I please have one?" He gets on his knees, puts up his paws and does a puppy face.
"Ok." Fred says. He takes out a white powdered donuts and tosses it in the air. Will catches it in his muzzle and eats it. "That was cute."
"Thanks." Will says. "So, is that all the food you have under there?"
"Yeah. But now that Anthony's gone, I'm the heaviest housemate again, which means my belly's a lot lower and I can store more under there."
"Awesome."
***
Tom lies on the couch covered in a purple blanket. Well, his blanket from the purple room. A paw reaches out and caresses his arm. "Hey, buddy." Eric says. "I made something for you." He sets down a plate of PB&Js on the table.
"Thanks." Tom depressively says. He reaches out and takes a sandwich anyways. Eric sits on the couch adjacent Tom's.
"So, how're you feeling?" Eric asks. Tom sighs a little.
"Four days without Anthony and I don't even know what to think anymore." Tom takes a bite, remembering when him and Anthony stuffed each other with these exact same types of sandwiches.
"Well, you still have me, right? Are we still friends?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't we be?"
"Good point."
"Besides. Anthony said something to me as he left the house. He said to stay with you and get David out ASAP. He's the only person I'm really mad at. He's the reason Anthony left the entire game. I want him out."
"I want him out too. But we have to be subtle, ok?" Eric asks. Tom nods. "Besides, this whole depressing mood isn't good. If there's one thing in life, you should never let the enemy have the satisfaction of seeing you down. He caused Anthony's elimination. If he sees you cry and pour about it, you're giving him the enjoyment." Tom perks up at this.
"You're absolutely right." Tom says. He sits up, pushing away any sad emotions, letting the fighter in him replace that. "We need David to go, now."
"That what I like to hear." Eric says.
"But there's one problem. Will and Fred. I have no idea where they stand right now. Did they vote Anthony out? I don't know."
"Actually. I wanted to tell you... I voted for Anthony to stay."
"Why?"
"Because I thought if Anthony stayed here, he was guaranteed to take David down. I didn't really want you to go, Tom. I was forced to choose between the two of you."
"That's alright. I'm not mad. You were honest about that and I appreciate it." Tom says. But right now, we need to get a big threat out of here, Tom thinks. Watch out David, Tom the Player has just arrived.
***
David walks into the kitchen where Will and Fred sit at the counter. He goes in the fridge and gets some milk. "How's it going, boys?" David asks.
"Fine." Will and Fred say at the same time.
"Cool." David pours himself a large glass of milk and puts the carton back. "You know what I miss around here?"
"What?" Will asks.
"I miss the bar back home. Booze, karaoke, hilarious drunk talking, and the very familiar and funny sound of a drunk fur bumping into the doorway."
"You drink a lot?" Fred asks.
"No. Just a couple shot glasses. The most drunk I've ever been was when I accidentally said 'shard' instead of 'car' while I was talking to the bartender."
"Huh. I've only ever drank beer once in my entire life." Fred says. "I had a hangover and let me tell you, the headache felt like a fucking migraine. That's why I'll never drink alcohol again. "
"Same here." Will says. "Except for the 'no more' thing. Only get one martini a week; usually on Saturdays on my days off work." David drinks all of his milk and puts the enmity cup in the sink.
"What do you two miss the most from home?" David asks. He takes a seat next to Fred.
"I kinda miss my mom's cooking." Will says, licking his lips.
"You still live with your folks?" Fred asks.
"No. I live down the street from them. I didn't want to drop everything and abandon them, I wanted to be on my own while also being close to home. On the plus side, I'm still in the same familiar city I have been my whole life."
"Can I ask you something?" David asks.
"Sure."
"Have you ever came out to your parents?" The question hits Will hard, but he keeps his smile on and keeps his tail moving back and forth.
"Yeah. I have." He says. "I was 18, shortly before I started packing on the pounds on purpose, and I was at my ex's house. We were cuddling, kissing, and watching TV, when my mother called me. She wondered where I was and why I was out late. I tried to calm her down but she's one of those parents who worry about their kids constantly so it wasn't easy.
"She kept urging me to come home. I kept telling her I was busy doing something. I remember the look on my ex's face saying that's he's scared as hell someone would've found out about us. I will never forget me grabbing his paw, squeezing it gently and then telling my mother 'No. I'm not coming home because I want to be with my boyfriend'.
"It was silent on the other end of the phone for a while before she said 'Will, are you gay?'. Tears were coming down my face when she asked that. My ex wiped them off as I said 'Yes, Ma. I am. Is that ok?'. My heart was beating out of my chest at the point. I don't know why I couldn't stop crying. She said 'Yes. Of course it is. I love you so much, Will'.
"'I love you too, Ma' I said to her. After that, I just when straight home and told her to her face that I am gay. She instantly accepted me. As for dad, well, we hit a rough patch but he told me about a week later that he still loves me and accepts me for who I am."
"Wow." David says. He never honestly had a problem with gay people at all before. But after hearing Will's story, he actually understands a bit more what it's like to come out. Will covers his wet eyes and buries his head in Fred's chest. Fred slowly rubs his back.
"It's ok, buddy." Fred says.
"That was pretty much the happiest day of my life." Will cries. "Knowing that my parents are fine with who I am."
"Let it out, man." Will sniffles and let's his tears flow. He eventually sits up and dries his eyes.
"I'm ok." Will says. "It's just that's a very emotional story."
"Woah. What happened after that?" David asks.
"Me and my parents... we were pretty much best friends after that. It's also another reason I only just moved down their street. My sister, who was five at the time, was happy that I came out, even though she didn't know what being gay meant exactly. As for my older brother, he likes to tease me about it but in a good way. Plus, he tells me all the time he's fine with it and is happy for me."
"Well, that was... heavy, man. But thanks for sharing that." David says. "Because even though I'm not gay, I feel like I better understand the LGBT community now."
"That's great." Will says. David gets up from his seat, walks around the table and hugs Will.
"I may not say this much, but consider me a friend, Will." David says, slowly rubbing Will's back.
"Thanks David." Will hugs him back. The three of them group hug, the only thing that's not on their minds is the stuff going on around the house.
***
The remaining five contestants sit in the living room, all of them nervous. They came 10 weeks into this game and now, no matter what, one of them has to go. Toner appears on the TV. "Hello everyone."
"Hi Toner!" Everyone says.
"Well, I've gotta say this has been a crazy week. Tears have been shed." Tom blushes. "Hearts have been poured out." Will blushes. "New tactics as to get bigger have been tried out." Fred blushes. "Sexual acts have still been happening." David blushes. "And someone went from being a third wheel to a best friend." Eric blushes. "Yep. That's Gainer's Paradise for you. So, Fred, got any snacks under there?"
"Umm..." Fred lifts his belly and pulls out a bag of marshmallows. "Yes."
"Interesting. Why did you start doing that?"
"What? If you ask me, it's way easier to stuff it under my overhang and save it for later than having to get up and go into the kitchen every time I'm hungry."
"Good point. Eric, I see that old habits don't die." Toner says. "You're still making food for other Houseguests."
"Yes I am." Eric says. "I feel that they're somewhat my responsibility. Plus I'm used to this sort of thing."
"Cool. Tom, how are you holding up with Anthony out of the game?"
"I'm doing fine. Much better, in fact. I realized I still have friends in the house and I'll see Anthony again in a few weeks." Tom says.
"Well, speaking of week, it's time for the weekly weigh in. Eric, you're going first." Eric gets off the couch and goes into the hallway and steps on the scale. It reads 378 pounds, a loss of two.
"Shit." Eric mutters. He never lost any weight on this show before. He goes back out in the living room and Fred comes into the hallway. The green fox steps on the scale and sees his weight.
"Nice." Fred says. "480 pounds." That's two more than last week.
+6 pounds: David
+4 pounds: Will
+3 pounds: Tom
"Fastest weight in yet." Toner says. "And that says a lot for a bunch of fat furs. Anyways, you know how it works: the one who gained the most this week gets immunity. That person is..." Tom holds in a breath, Eric rubs his friend's back, and David keeps a poker face. "... David. Again!"
"Yes!" David cheers. Tom and Eric groan on the inside.
"Alright. That leaves the other four for elimination. This week, those two are..." Will and Fred look at each other, nervous. Eric places a paw on Tom's shoulder. "... Eric and Fred." Tom and Will calm down, they're in the Final 4.
"I'm up every damn time." Fred says. "I swear I've only casted like two votes this whole game." Eric, on the other hand, is scared as hell. He's never been on the chopping block before.
"Ok. Eric and Fred, one of you two is going home. Everyone else is gonna decide who stays and who goes. Eating a 1 cupcake sends home Eric. Eating a 2 will vote out Fred. David, you're up first." David gets off the couch and goes into the kitchen. He's been really wanted to take a stab at Tom's alliance. Getting rid of his now #1 ally will certainly crush him. He eats the 1 cupcake and throws the 2 away.
***
Tom votes next. Now way can he send him his only friend left in the house. He eats the 2 cupcake and hopes that Fred actually leaves the game, knowing he's been put up three other times and is still here.
***
Will votes last. His best friend is Fred and has never votes him out and doesn't feel like starting now. He eats the 1 cupcake, feeling bad for Eric.
***
"I'm not surprised with the voting at all." Toner says. "Once again it's a close vote, two to one. The person heading home is..." Eric starts to sweat and Fred feels nothing at all. He's been through it so many times. "...Eric."
"What?!" Eric and Tom say at the same time.
"Yep. Sorry, Eric. You're time's up." His tail going limp, Eric gets up and walks to the front door, Tom right on his tail. The two hug each other tight.
"I'm so sorry." Tom whispers.
"It's ok." Eric says. "Now, you stay here, and win this thing."
"I will. I promise." Eric opens the front door and leaves, shutting it behind him. This leaves David, Fred, Tom, and Will in the Final 4.
***
Eric walks down the porch steps and walks up to Toner. "Hi." Eric says. The two shake paws and they sit down.
"Hello, Eric." Tom says. "How're you feeling?"
"I'm feeling fine. I'm a little upset because I came this far just to come in 5th place."
"5 out of 14 ain't that bad if you ask me. Now, you were known as the mother of the house, cooking everyone's meal, cleaning up around the house, being a shoulder to cry on, mostly for Tom. Where did all of this come from?"
"I was usually the one to take care of things back at my house. I didn't mind it at all. As for Tom, he was a friend in need. His boyfriend was voted out last week and needed someone to be there for him."
"What would you say was the best moment in the house for you?"
"Definitely my birthday party. I didn't see that one coming at all."
"Here's something for ya: you and Nathan were known as cuddle buddies. But after you and Anthony had sex, you started to question your sexuality. Would you ever see Nathan as anything more?" At this question, Eric blushes.
"Well... After Anthony fucked me, I starting thinking I liked it, which I did. I guess I'm bisexual and it took me until now to realize it. As for Nathan, I'm not sure. He was definitely a big cuddly and nice guy so... we'll just have to see how things go."
"Hate to say goodbye but it is time for you to go, but before you do, here's something for your efforts." Toner hands Eric a box like he did Kevin and Anthony. Eric opens it and is surprised by what he sees.
"An iPhone 6?" Eric asks, excited.
"With 64GB of memory." Toner says. The two shake paws again. "Bye, Eric."
"Bye Toner." Eric gets up with his new phone and walks away.
"We're down to our Final Four. Who will make it to the Final Three? Only one way to find out, keep watching... Gainer's Paradise." Toner closes this episode.