thatgirlistwisted

The Championships Here's the story so far: 1 2 3 4 In case you forgot, I'm Evan, a professional gamer who spends a year living with Lukas. Lukas fattens me a lot, which does wonders for my gaming skills. I'm huge now, and I think I'm ready for the championships... *** I stood outside the massive, bustling BX Arena, my heart racing and my pudgy fingers fiddling with my overhang. (Nervous habit.) This was it. The moment I’d spent a year training (and gaining) for. The Mass Blast Championship. I was terrified. Yeah, there was a part of me that knew I had a real chance of winning. After excelling in the last six preliminary matches, people said I was the odds-on favorite. Gamer Magazine even published an article about my rapid rise. (And rapid weight gain.) So many fans were following me now (both for my skills and my, let’s say “unconventional” look), that Lukas and I had to use the back entrance to avoid the crowd. Honestly, all these expectations made everything so much worse. I

The Realization Read Part 3 here. *** I walked downstairs as quietly as I could. The steps creaked under me (I couldn’t help that), but I don’t think I woke Lucas up. It was 3:00 in the morning, and even though Lukas had given me more than enough to snack on throughout the night, I sort of… ran out. I could’ve (and should’ve) just gone to sleep, but I was on a roll, working through the hardest levels of Mass Blast, and I didn’t want to stop. I needed more “power food” to get me through this last boss battle. The house was very quiet as I crept through the living room and into the kitchen. In moments like these (when it was the middle of the night and I felt like the only person in the world), the reality of my situation slammed down on me. I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about my life. I was happy. No doubt about it. The championship tournament was in four months, and I had a real shot at winning. My skills improved a little every day, and with each passing tournament, I was

My Gaming Potential Read Part 2 here. *** Lukas’s brown curls shifted in the breeze. In the month we’d been living together, he let his hair grow out a little. He still looked put-together and professional, but the extra shagginess was very cute. We walked side-by-side along the main street of town. He was showing me around, pointing out all his favorite shops and restaurants. This felt like a date. It really did. I loved to see him so happy spending time with me out in the sun, but… I don’t know. It also made me anxious. I knew people were staring. A lean, handsome guy like Lukas next to a loser like me. I was fatter than ever now. I’m not sure how much I’d gained since I moved in, but it was enough to make my belly droop out of my shirt. I had to keep adjusting it as we walked. I’d had beginner-moobs for a while, but they were really starting to poke out of me. Now that I was walking around for the first time in weeks, I could feel my nipples brush against my shirt. (A good

Living with Lukas Read Part 1 here. *** I rubbed my blurry eyes. Bad idea. I had Cheetos dust on my fingers. Ouch. I’d been in the Mass Blast zone for hours, powered along by energy drinks and packaged snacks. It was tough. I still had fun blasting robots and dodging lasers, but I was also struggling. Somehow, gaming had gotten a lot more difficult now that I was trying to make a career out of it. I kept messing up, making rookie mistakes, losing focus. When I played Mass Blast for fun, I never felt pressured to do well. Now, I was filled with doubts every time I made a mistake: I shouldn’t have quit my job. I was never going to win the championship. My dad was right all along. But I had to keep going. I couldn’t go to bed until I finished these levels. As the game reset, I chugged another energy drink and used my baggy shirt to wipe the Cheetos dust out of my eye. I didn’t hear the bedroom door open behind me. I didn’t know Lukas was behind me until a meaty, smoky scent filled