Blake's Bunny Farm Fattening Ch.2: Hot Dogs by Flamefrost2, literature
Literature
Blake's Bunny Farm Fattening Ch.2: Hot Dogs
Chapter 2 The train comes to a screeching halt in the scorching sun, sweaty passengers soon filling the platform. Two teen boys rush out into the midnoon heat, duffle bags slung along their shoulder. The shorter one adjusts his red cap, freckles shining through heated cheeks, sweat soaking his white shirt. His jean shorts sag as he starts to walk out of the station, dragging the taller pimply teen behind him. The black haired gangly one yanks his hand free. “I can walk on my own, you know, Cecil.” “I know, but I don’t want to lose you in this mob, Blake.” Blake looks around him. “Mob? There’s two people here!” Cecil smiles at Blake. “Oh, right. Or … Were you afraid to be seen holding my hand?” “What? No, that’s not it , I …” Blake blinks at the sweaty smaller boy. “Wait, what? I mean, we’re … Holding hands is for toddlers and lovers. Why would I …” Cecil shouts at a tall man standing at the exit to the train station, waving as he runs up to the man, tackling him for a hug, Cecil’s
BLake's Bunny Farm Fattening Chapter 5: Origins by Flamefrost2, literature
Literature
BLake's Bunny Farm Fattening Chapter 5: Origins
Chapter 5 Blake sits beside Cecil, both licking a gas station ice cream, the sun baking down on the both of them, Blake glad for the baseball cap Barry bought him. His cone drips softly on the cheap plastic table separating them. “So, Cecil, uh, … I mean, … The doctor mentioned you being bigger last year, and … well, he said you gained a lot last summer, how much did you …” Cecil chuckles, his chocolate soft serve covered nose twitching. “Oh, at least double.” “Double what?” “Doubled my weight.” “What?!” Cecil’s face screws in concentration. “No wait, doubled my body fat. That’s it. Or … Wait, was that Jake? I’m sorry I forgot the numbers, but it must have been eighty pounds at least.” “Eighty pounds? That’s … impossible.” “No it’s not. You’ll see.” Blake’s eyes widen. “Cecil. Are you … Are you saying you actually want to get … Fat? You did keep using words like bulk up and all, but … You are aren’t you? I mean, why else are you eating ice cream at 11 in the morning.” “Guilty as
A crowing rooster awakens Blake, his belly grumbling loudly, even as he wipes the snot from his nose, dancing pollen causing another sneeze. Cursing the attic he tries to disentangle him from the sleeping hammock Cecil lies snoring in. Cecil stirs, but Blake is quick to whisper. “Don’t worry, I’m not … going to try running again.” Cecil quickly throws his slender yet soft legs over the side of the hammock, muttering. “Yeah, we should be getting up anyway. We got the animals to feed. Barry ’ll be making breakfast soon too.” Blake tries to catch a glimpse of the other boy’s behind as he tugs on a set of jean shorts, Blake struggling with his own pants, a leg sticking through a big rip in the side. Cecil catches Blake staring and smiles. “What are you looking at?” “Nothing, just … Seeing if Barry told the truth.” “About what?” Cecil tugs on a shirt, sweat stains from the day before adorning the white wifebeater. “About … Well, you couldn’t stop squirming in the pickup truck , so I