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Plus Sized Kings- Chapter 7
🕑 Added 2024-12-13 19:15:07 +0000 UTCTrent strode through the doors of Sean and Mac’s apartment with an air of confidence, his keen eye scanning the surroundings. He had a reputation for spotting potential where others saw chaos, and today was no different. After their recent indulgence-filled weeks, he was eager to check in on the boys and see how their transformation was progressing.
As he entered, the smell of pancakes and syrup still lingered in the air, a testament to the boys’ recent culinary exploits. Trent chuckled to himself; he knew they were fully embracing their new lifestyle.
“Hey, boys! How’s it going?” he called out, moving into the living room where Sean and Mac were lounging on the couch, surrounded by an array of takeout containers.
The sight that greeted him made him pause. Sean had filled out noticeably, and Mac… well, he was practically a walking food commercial. Their bellies jutted out prominently, the fabric of their shirts straining against the curves of their bodies. Trent felt a surge of excitement; this was exactly what he had hoped for.
“Trent! What’s up?” Mac said, grinning as he wiped some syrup off his chin. “You just missed breakfast, but we’ve got leftovers!”
“Just what I needed to see,” Trent replied, a knowing smile on his face. “You guys are really leaning into this, huh?”
Sean shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but clearly aware of how different he looked. “Yeah, well, we figured if we’re going to do this, we might as well go all in.”
“Looks like you’re both well on your way,” Trent said, his tone turning serious. “And I think it’s time we capitalize on your new look.”
Mac raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “What do you mean?”
Trent stepped closer, his excitement bubbling over. “I’ve been thinking about your modeling career. You’re both now embodying a look that’s trending. I just got off the phone with Polo Ralph Lauren—they’re launching an autumn collection, and they need models who break the mold.”
Sean’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding, right? Us?”
“Absolutely,” Trent said, nodding emphatically. “You both fit perfectly into the concept they’re going for. It’s all about celebrating body diversity this season. I want to book you two for the campaign.”
Mac let out a laugh, his belly jiggling slightly. “Are you serious? We’re going to model for Polo Ralph Lauren?”
“Trust me,” Trent replied, his voice firm. “This is a huge opportunity. You’ll be in front of cameras, doing what you love, and getting paid for it. Plus, it’ll take your channels to the next level.”
Sean exchanged a glance with Mac, a mixture of disbelief and excitement dancing in the air. “When do we start?”
Trent smirked. “Right away. We need to get some promotional photos shot this week. Let’s keep the momentum going and show them what you’ve got.”
Mac’s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. “I can’t believe this is happening! We’re going to be models!”
As they discussed details, Trent couldn’t help but observe their banter. There was a playful energy between the two that was impossible to ignore. Sean encouraged Mac to indulge even more, rubbing his belly in friendly encouragement while they laughed about their food choices. It was clear they were enjoying this new lifestyle—and each other’s company—far too much.
“Just remember,” Trent interjected, “this is your chance to show the world that being confident and having fun with food can be a part of fashion. Embrace it!”
After they finalized the details, Trent felt a rush of excitement. This was the beginning of something big, not just for the boys but for him as their manager. The idea of building a brand around body positivity and food content thrilled him. It was a fresh angle in a saturated market.
As they wrapped up their meeting, Trent leaned back in his chair, contemplating the journey ahead. He could already envision their success, how their unique twist on modeling could change the industry. “This is just the start,” he said, looking at the boys with a mixture of pride and ambition. “I can’t wait to see where this takes you.”
With a final nod, Trent left the apartment, his mind racing with plans. He knew he had something special on his hands with Sean and Mac, and he was determined to help them shine in the spotlight they were about to enter. The atmosphere in the studio was electric, a bustling hive of activity. Bright lights shone down, illuminating racks of clothing that were ready to be showcased. Sean and Mac stood at the center, feeling both nervous and exhilarated. It was their first major modeling gig, and they were determined to make a splash.
As they were briefed by Trent, who seemed particularly animated today, they noticed the abundance of food surrounding them. Tables overflowed with burgers, fries, pastries, and an impressive array of snacks. It was like a feast meant for royalty, and Sean couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and unease.
“Alright, boys! Today is all about showcasing how amazing these clothes can look on bodies that celebrate life!” Trent declared, gesturing to the spread. “And the best way to do that? You guessed it—eat like you’ve never eaten before!”
Sean exchanged a glance with Mac, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “Wait, are you serious? You want us to—”
“Absolutely! The more you eat, the more your bellies will swell, and the better the clothes will look,” Trent interrupted, a glint in his eye. “Trust me, this is how we’ll showcase the flexibility and stretchiness of the fabric.”
Mac chuckled nervously, rubbing his belly. “I mean, I’m definitely up for it, but this seems a bit… much, doesn’t it?”
“Not at all! You’re both embodying the essence of this campaign,” Trent replied, his tone reassuring. “Now, let’s dig in!”
As they started munching on burgers, the agency team seemed to hover around them, offering more food with every bite they took. It felt almost too eager, too insistent. Each time they finished a plate, another magically appeared in front of them.
“Come on, guys! Just a few more bites! You want to show off how these clothes fit, right?” one of the crew members encouraged, pushing a stack of fries closer to Mac.
Sean shot Mac a glance, his brow furrowed. “This feels a bit off, doesn’t it? I mean, why so much food?”
Mac shrugged, mouth full of fries. “Hey, if it helps us look good, I’m all for it. Plus, it’s delicious!”
“Exactly! You’re both going to be the stars of this shoot,” Trent chimed in, his enthusiasm seemingly contagious. “Just think of all the views your channels will get when people see how you’re rocking these looks.”
Reluctantly, Sean joined in, devouring the food as the team continued to cheer them on. The atmosphere was intoxicating; with every bite, they felt more confident, more alive. But as they continued, a nagging feeling lingered in the back of Sean’s mind. Why were they being encouraged to eat so much?
Mac, blissfully unaware, was fully immersed in the experience. “Dude, this burger is incredible! I could eat these every day,” he said, taking another massive bite. His eyes lit up with joy as he savored the flavors.
As they posed in their first outfit—a snug Polo Ralph Lauren shirt that hugged their newly round bellies—Sean couldn’t help but admire Mac. The way he laughed, the way he enjoyed every bite, it made Sean’s heart race. But he also felt a pang of jealousy for the attention Mac was receiving from the crew.
“Alright, let’s see those bellies! Keep eating!” Trent called out, his voice booming through the studio. “We want those clothes to really stretch and show what they can do!”
The boys continued to eat, their bellies protruding more with each passing moment. The combination of the delicious food and the encouragement from the crew was overwhelming. The sight of their full stomachs, framed by the designer clothes, was exactly what Trent had envisioned.
But as the shoot progressed, Sean couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. The crew’s enthusiasm seemed more like a calculated strategy than genuine excitement. Yet, driven by the thrill of the moment and the rush of camaraderie, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on Mac and the growing bond between them.
“Dude, look at us!” Mac laughed, his belly round and prominent. “We’re going to be legends!”
“Yeah,” Sean replied, trying to match his friend’s enthusiasm, but deep down, the nagging worry lingered. They were fully committed now, but at what cost?
As the cameras flashed and the food kept coming, they both realized they were in uncharted territory. But together, they would navigate it, one bite at a time. As the cameras clicked and the crew urged them to keep eating, Sean felt a mix of exhilaration and apprehension. Mac, fully immersed in the moment, looked over at Sean, noticing his hesitance.
“Hey, what’s up, man? You good?” Mac asked between bites, his cheeks stuffed with a mouthful of burger. He swallowed and leaned closer, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. “This is amazing! We’re really doing it!”
“I don’t know, Mac,” Sean replied, glancing at the mountain of food still piled on the table. “It just feels… excessive, you know? Like, are we really supposed to be eating this much?”
Mac chuckled, shaking his head. “Come on, Sean! This is what we signed up for. Trent knows what he’s doing. He wouldn’t have us do anything that could hurt us, right?”
Sean hesitated, his brow furrowing. “But all this food… It just seems like a lot.”
“Look,” Mac said, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “We’re here to show off how great we can look in these clothes. Plus, it’s not every day you get to eat like this and call it work! Just think about all the views we’ll get. People love seeing us enjoying ourselves.”
Sean took a moment, watching Mac’s carefree laughter and the way he dove into another burger. “I guess you’re right. It’s just… I don’t want to overdo it.”
“Trust me,” Mac replied, a reassuring smile on his face. “You’ll regret it if you don’t try everything. Just look at how much fun I’m having! And besides, I’ll be here with you. We’re in this together, right?”
“Together,” Sean echoed, his heart warming at the camaraderie they shared. He couldn’t deny the thrill of the moment or the comfort in Mac’s presence.
With a deep breath, Sean picked up a burger, the aroma wafting up to him. “Alright, you convinced me. Let’s do this!”
“That’s the spirit!” Mac cheered, clapping him on the back. “Just enjoy it. It’s all part of the experience. And remember, we’re modeling how these clothes fit on real guys, not on some runway mannequins.”
With a newfound determination, Sean took a big bite of the burger, the flavors exploding in his mouth. He looked over at Mac, who was already devouring a plate of fries, eyes sparkling with delight. “See? Not so bad, right?”
Sean couldn’t help but laugh, his earlier doubts fading as he joined Mac in indulging. The warmth of their friendship filled the air, and for the first time that day, he felt free.
As they continued to eat and joke, Sean found himself relaxing. Mac’s infectious enthusiasm was hard to resist, and the camaraderie they shared felt almost electric. With every bite, Sean pushed aside his worries, diving headfirst into the experience, bolstered by Mac’s encouragement.
“Just keep eating, Sean! We’ll be legends after this shoot!” Mac grinned, nudging him playfully as he reached for another burger.
“Alright, alright! Legends it is!” Sean laughed, feeling the weight of the moment lift. They were in it together, come what may. As the modeling shoot continued, Sean’s plate was piled high with two steaming pizzas. The savory aroma filled the air, and without thinking, he dove in, each slice disappearing quickly as he lost himself in the moment. He could feel the weight of his belly pressing against his shirt, but the comfort was oddly satisfying.
“So, man,” Mac said, glancing over as he polished off the last bite of his burger, a grin plastered across his face. “I’ve been thinking about Penny a lot lately.”
Sean paused mid-bite, the cheesy slice hovering in front of him. “Oh yeah? What about her?” he managed to ask, forcing down a lump of dough as a knot formed in his stomach—both from the food and the sudden shift in topic.
“I really like her, you know?” Mac continued, his eyes lighting up. “I want to take her out on a proper date. Maybe a nice dinner or something. I just think she’s amazing.”
Sean felt a rush of something he couldn’t quite place—jealousy, maybe? Or was it just a pang of disappointment? “That’s lit, dude! Shall we get some burgers?” He blurted out, quickly changing the subject as he shoved another slice into his mouth, the cheese stretching dramatically.
Mac raised an eyebrow, surprised by the abrupt pivot. “Uh, yeah… burgers are great,” he said slowly, noticing the shift in Sean’s demeanor. It was unusual for them not to dive into details about their love lives. Usually, they shared everything, from crushes to awkward first dates.
“Yeah, I mean, we always get burgers, right?” Sean added, forcing a smile as he took another bite, trying to distract himself from the whirlwind of emotions swirling in his head. He felt as if he was losing something special, and he didn’t want to confront it.
“Right, but I thought you’d want to hear more about Penny,” Mac replied, still looking slightly puzzled. “I mean, it’s kind of a big deal.”
Sean shrugged, feeling the tension in his chest as he swallowed hard. “Yeah, totally! I’m happy for you, man. Just, you know… burgers!”
“Sure,” Mac said, his tone a little off as he picked up another slice of pizza. He sensed something was bothering Sean but decided not to press it. “I just think she’s really cool, and I want to show her a good time.”
“Absolutely! A good time,” Sean echoed, his heart sinking as he piled more food onto his plate. He wanted to feel happy for Mac, truly, but the idea of his friend falling for someone else stung more than he anticipated.
As they continued to eat, Mac began sharing little details about his conversations with Penny, how they had laughed over shared interests and discovered common hobbies. Meanwhile, Sean tried to focus on the pizzas, stuffing his face as if they were the only things that mattered.
“Maybe we can do a double date or something?” Mac suggested, grinning. “You know, the four of us?”
“Yeah! That would be awesome,” Sean replied, forcing enthusiasm. Inside, though, he felt a storm brewing—his feelings for Mac were growing stronger, and the thought of sharing him with someone else was almost unbearable.
Mac continued talking, but Sean’s mind was racing, and he barely registered the words. Instead, he concentrated on the slices, pushing aside the knot in his stomach and the unfamiliar feelings rising within him. For now, food was his escape, and he could drown out everything else.
