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When I was staying with my dad in a hotel in the French Quarter, I thought the view was nice and immediately wanted to take pictures with my dad, but I didn't expect to be discovered by him, and he asked me to come closer to take pictures with him
Night view of Daddy is really fascinating
Why can't you keep feeding Dad to make his belly bigger when he can't stand to hold his breath under his suit?
Expanding Bootcamp - Chapter 1 (Male Wg Story)
Summary: Fort Celsus is an experimental new base created by the military to improve soldier quality of life. Will and his team are sent in an experiment to test the effectiveness of the base. When find less supervision, comfortable amenities, easy work and lots of food. Can they stay for the duration of the experiment with this newfound freedom without affecting their waistlines? and are there any ulterior motives under this experiment?
(The following is a male weight gain fic. This chapter will work as a prologue for the rest of the story. This is for the most part a slow burn deal)
We were coming back from our regular training, when a guy in a lab coat and stylish glasses came to our base on the last day of bootcamp. He had a thin physique, dark hair tied to the back of his head in a knot and a bored expression that showed he had better things to be doing than this. He presented himself as a scientist for the military, Dr. Vicent Belmore.
“Thanks for coming gentlemen. This should be a fast meeting so we can all get back to business. We are going to call some of you, if you get called, stay where you are. The rest can go to your barracks” – the man said in a monotone voice.
Then he proceeds to call names from a list in no particular order. I'm trying to remain calm, but it's hard not to let my mind drift into the worst scenarios.
My family is lower middle class, as their only son their hopes for class mobility are placed on my shoulders. I’ve never been particularly gifted for exams or sports, so there were no prospects for scholarships in my future. The only option I had left for a higher education was with the military. The idea of getting kicked out is terrifying to me, even with the torture that the past weeks have been.
As the scientist continues reading the names of more and more of our group all I can think is how likely I am to be discharged. They will kick me out because I trip at that time during our drills or because I overslept a few too many times or because I’m a little forgetful. Then the man calls my name like all the others before it.
“William Kent” - I’m sure my heart stopped there.
But the world doesn’t revolve around me, and the list continues. After not too long the name
“Connor Anderson”- is called.
Connor and I met on the bus on the way to the bootcamp on the first day, while I joined the military in hopes to climb the economic and social ladder, he did because of a legit love for the military. His brother enlisted while he was just a kid, he got ambushed with his team on a mission abroad, survived the attack and came back as a condecorated war hero.
Ever since then, Connor has been dedicating his every breathing moment to enlist and make his brother proud. While my brain is going to fear and doubt, I look in his direction for comfort or camaraderie. What I found instead is a confident expression. Connor like always is secure that this is his path, and that the military will do the best choice. I wish I could be that optimistic, or that trusting for that matter.
“What are you waiting for? The rest of you go!”- said the scientist exasperated.
Half of our team was chosen. As soon as the rest of them left the room and closed the door behind them, the scientist continued.
“You have been randomly chosen to participate in an exercise to measure a new facility for the military. Our engineering team has developed a new facility with the intention to be more efficient in resource consumption, waste management and overall improve quality of life. Of course, this exercise is voluntary, anyone who wants to continue with their training alongside the rest of their team here is welcome to do so.” – He took a pause and looked around, waiting for someone to step down. But no one did.
“Perfect. You are going to finish this week of bootcamp, say your goodbyes to your teammates for now and next week you all will be transported to the new base to continue your induction into the military. Any questions?”- he gave a last glance at us.
None, and just like that the man gave his goodbyes and was escorted by other two soldiers and left the facility.
As we moved to the barracks, I got close to Connor.
“It feels like a lie, after 10 grueling weeks of bootcamp anything new will be a welcome change of pace”- I tell him trying to ease myself from the scare we just passed.
“Yes, this is going to be great as a team activity, and we will be able to see a brand-new facility” -he said with a look of excitement in his eyes.
For all the time I have known Connor, the biggest issue we ever get into is related to my ever-skeptical mentality and his overconfidence in the military. I try to avoid bringing subjects that get conflict going. Even then, some habits are hard to lose, and I express my doubts about the idea.
“But it feels too good to be true, I’m keeping my expectations low. I can imagine we will get a minimalist station with small food portions and tiny beds making our barracks look like a night in Vegas” - as soon as I see his pained expression I kind of regret the comment.
“You should have more confidence in the team Will. I'm sure they have everything in mind. Besides you heard what they said, it's thinking of improving our quality of life”
Connor is a cheerful and positive person, he hardly ever lets things get to him. But when we argue about anything I can feel his sadness. And for someone who always looks like rainbows and sunshine a sad look on their face is painful to witness. So I decided to go along with it.
“You are right. maybe it will be better than what we have here, but just in case try to enjoy the night as much as possible soldier” - say while patting him on the shoulder and we both laugh the matter off.
The day of the move to the new station came and with it, a bus to take our few belongings and our asses to this experiment.
The bus takes us to the base in a secluded area outside of town. The base was filled with white and gray premade buildings, simple designs focused on practical use more than their looks. But what they lack in aesthetics they compensate in size. As soon as we got out of the bus, we noticed how big the base was compared to our expectations.
Just from the main gate I could see we had the standard barracks across a few plots of land, A watch tower with a clear view of the whole area, what I could only imagine as a central base at the end of the plot, a vehicle loading area and a bunch of small buildings interconnected by wires and tubing from one another.
Dr. Belmore was in the main entrance to receive us, just like before he looked bored if not a bit annoyed.
“Welcome to Fort Celsus, during the next few weeks we will be monitoring the degree of optimization of resources in this facility. First, we will have a little tour of the station. Once we get to the infirmary, we will have a mandatory health check to make sure you are all ok for the duration of the experiment. After the tour you will all be provided with your instructions for the day. Any questions?”
One of the cadets raises his hand and the scientist signals him to talk.
“What are the expectations of the experiment on our end sir?”
The scientist looks at him unimpressed and replies while checking his notes.
“You will live here and work to the best of your abilities, try to keep your usual routine from the bootcamp. Don't think too much of the experiment or optimization for that matter, it's supposed to be seamless. We want to ensure that even in dire times these sites can keep our troops comfortable and in peak performance to get deployed into action”- He paused and focused back to the cadet that made the question with a new proud look on his face.
“If the test proves successful sites like this will be easily deployed in our different camps around the globe.” – He clears his throat, and his bored look comes back.
“Ok let's get started.”
We walk with Dr.Belmore all over the station, all the while Connor and I are impressed out of our minds with some of the developments in this place. We see automated facilities that keep waste to a minimum, A self-regulating energy generator, an automated machine in the chow hall that takes raw materials and cooks for the day. Everything in the smallest size I have seen in my life.
But one of the things I wasn't expecting was a recreation room, for us new members of the team communication or entertainment is basically off limits. There is always training, studying or maintenance duties around base.
It's a rather small room compared to the rest of the base. With a single-family size sofa facing a massive tv. A brand new game console and two shelves that fill the walls on each side of the tv, filled with games and movies to choose from. On a corner there are some stools for extra people trying to share the space and a cabinet with some comic books.
“We have optimized most of the activities in the facility. We hope that it leaves you with some free time and that you appreciate some entertainment to burn the hours” -said Dr. Belmore smiles when he notices everyone excited for the room.
Some of us were ready to get inside and give it a spin but we needed to keep moving.
We get to the infirmary and like everything before it, it's simple but more than functional. We are set in a line inside the building for the health checkup, we will be called and get a private session in the different cubicles that form the left side of the building.
When my turn arrives I meet Doctor Donovan. He is a skinny guy with long brown hair, green eyes and a big smile. His excitement is palpable as he greets me.
“Hi Will nice to meet you” -he says while reading my information on a clipboard
We shook hands and started the check up. It's as simple as you would imagine. Cough here, do you feel pain if I press there?
The only thing that was odd came when the doctor reads my vaccination chart and says
“Look at that, you are missing a flu shot” - He shows me the empty spot in my chart and there is no denying it.
I can’t remember for the life of me when was the last time I got a shot. I don't do well with shots, generally speaking I try to avoid syringes at all costs. but I trust the report and there are worse things in life than a pick on the arm.
“But don't worry, the military filled this place with basically anything to treat an emergency” -he says as he reaches for the syringe from a kit near him.
The cubicle is supplied with medicine, emergency kits, testing equipment all as tiny as they come. I wonder if all cubicles are as well supplied or if it's just this one.
The doctor comes back with the shot in hand and stands by my side showing me the syringe.
“They even brought some of the most common shots in case anyone missed one before the experiment”
His cheerful demeanor changed to concern for a second. Most likely he noticed my look of disdain towards the situation and tried to talk with me, in hopes of helping me calm down.
“You know most of the other cubicles have a doctor provided by Dr. Belmore’s team but you got lucky, I´m going to be the resident medic at base”
“That's cool, and don't take me wrong Doctor but I don't know how that helps in this specific situation”- I say looking outside the window in the cubicle.
“Because boy I'm the best at what I do” -He looks at me with a proud expression and shows me the empty syringe, with almost superhuman speed he got the shot while I looked away.
After that we move on with the checkup, he tells me how much he is looking forward to working with us and to get to meet everyone in the team. This is his first job with the military and the man looks ready to burst with anticipation, his energy is contagious I will give him that. When he lets me go I stay out with the rest of the team waiting for the others to get their check ups done.
After we are finished, we move to the barracks. Inside we find rows of big beds in a single long room, each bed has a locker just like our previous base. Each bed is assigned in alphabetical order and on top of each bed installed on the wall there is a metallic slit with a button beside it. It has engraved the word “daily schedule”. I press mine and a card comes out. Mine says
Patrolling Shift - 9:00 till 12:00.
cleaning duty - Dinner service.
Energy station - Health checkup.
Everyone gets a basic task to maintain the place in shape, but what we find weird is there are no training or study sessions on the cards. Aside from patrolling shifts, there is no time assigned for the other activities.
“Well gentlemen. To make this experience as similar to one of our camps abroad as humanly possible, we are cutting you off from the outside in most ways. No phones, packages are restricted, and letters are limited to once a week. A truck will come to provide supplies once that is necessary, but I doubt we will come to that. When the experiment ends, we will have you review the facilities”
Some cadets start to raise their hands to question what's on their cards, but the doctor assures them the commander will cover those questions later.
“Ok, I will take my leave then, thanks for your service and good day” – and with that the man is gone for now.
Connor is checking what's in his locker, some standard documents explaining the functions of the facility and a manual of how to operate most of the machinery. A mini map of the place and a little pamphlet with work life balance information. I'm already rolling my eyes at it, but before Connor can reprimand my lack of enthusiasm, I ask him to see what he got assigned. We exchanged activity cards.
His card goes as follow:
Waste Disposal Unit - Health check up.
Watchtower Shift - 24:00 till 6:00
“Oh damn dude, we just arrived and night patrolling already, you better get the disposal unit checked and try to get some sleep in advance”
He took the card back and we started to walk out to our assignments. As we moved, I asked.
“Don't you think it's weird we don't get any training assignments?”
“Not really, they must trust us to do everything on the list and find time to train. You know, to show we have the discipline”
As we get out of the barracks everyone is standing in formation and without questioning it, we get in line. In front of the group is a man in his early 40's, with the build of an ex heavy lifter, a muscular build with a healthy layer of fat to pad the look, a plain military uniform and a pair of shades.
“Ok gentlemen I think we are all here, My name is Commander John R. Parish” -he stopped on his tracks and looked at us.
“I will oversee this base for the duration of the experiment, alongside me is Dr. Donovan he will be our resident medic”
Standing besides the Commander is the doctor with a wide grin.
“Hi everyone, the infirmary hours are posted in the entrance. I hope we can all get along and . . . “
Before he can finish the sentence, the commander is cutting him to continue his speech.
“Thanks Doctor, we appreciate the service”
Connor notices me reaction to the doctor, and since we are fairly back, he asks
“Do you know the doctor?”
“Yes he did my check up, he seems nice”
“Are we having something interesting going on back there eh Kent, Anderson?” -the commander said while he takes away his shades and looks directly to me
His face is filled with determination and rage. The kind of look that would make anyone obey his orders or run in the opposite direction.
“Come on, I want to enjoy some of the gossip!”- he shouted
“No sir, nothing sir!” -we said at the same time while my heart jumped all the way to my throat.
“I thought as much”
After a few seconds he continued.
“Some of you might be wondering. When are we training Sir? Who leads the barracks Sir? How do we do our activities Sir?” - he paused and looked around him, the man transmitted anger in every word.
“Well, our scientist friends want you all to know, there is a master manual in each of your lockers, every task is doable and easy to accomplish. So no excuses! They say that with the ease of managing the facility, you will all have spare time to do your chores whenever, train and relax to your own liking” -after that he took a little pause and continued.
“But let me tell you something else, even if you don't have an assignment for training or cleanliness in your space. I will be watching, if any of you think this experiment will be an excuse to slack off you are all having something else coming” -he said as if holding his tongue not to curse us all out.
“Ok you are all dismissed” - he took a strong pace and walked away with direction to the main hall, most likely his office with the doctor following him there.
Connor and I split up, and the work day starts.
For the first activity of the day I have to patrol the base. A standard exercise for camps abroad, but very boring for an experimental facility with nobody planning to attack or sneak in any time soon. While walking around the perimeter I saw a little box attached to the end of the fence that covers the facility. I chose not to engage with it for a while but after a few hours of nothing to distract myself the curiosity took the best of me.
Looking around the box something comes to mind, the manual we all got in our lockers. Thankfully I took it with me, and after not too long I found the device. Apparently, it is a snack box, for when soldiers need a little extra energy during their patrol.
There is a button on the side of the box and after pressing it, like magic the lid pops open and reveals protein bars. I'm more than used to this from base but I guess they would work for any emergency if someone were patrolling on an empty stomach.
After patrol I went to check the energy station. It's a core collecting the energy from solar panels all over the facility. There is not much for me to do here after reviewing the manual of this activity. The facility is self-regulated and self-maintained; the only thing to make sure is that the general values of the machines are in check and engaged if there is a massive issue.
With little else to do I went to check on Connor, but he was training. This man is going to spend his night in a watchtower and his best idea of resting is catching up with his exercise. And I know for a fact that if he sees me all free and bored he will try and pull me into a workout. On any other day I would be more than happy to train with him, but with the experiment lasting god knows how long we will have time for that. So that option is out of the list, the rest of the team could bring some fine entertainment and I could get ahead of learning how the other facilities work.
In the kitchen there is Bradley, a muscular guy with a crooked nose, chipped teeth and some minor scars. He got like that in some part from helping with the machinery in his parent’s farm; but mostly for being the star player of his town football team.
He is supervising the automated cooking machine that makes our dinner.
“I'm telling you Will, if all the assignments are as easy as this one the next few weeks are going to be a breeze” - he said with a pleased tone.
“I don't know Bradley; you heard the commander. If you are found slacking off, you could get kicked out.”
“Nah, don't bet on that. They are so focused on the effectiveness of the facility they won't bat an eye if we take a few naps here and there. Just like back home, if the farm was running smoothly nobody would get on your ass.”
I manage to convince Bradley to show me around the kitchen, we notice the amount of materials getting feed into the cooking machine and get surprised with how much food its pumping out.
“How it seems like the rations won't be an issue while we are here” -said Bradley
“I think so” -I say while approaching the food and being tempted to take a bite of something but choose to stop before it. The variety and quantity are outstanding.
“Well it's a welcome change of pace, you know I don't like to fight over food”
Bradley was raised with 4 brothers so he was always fighting over food, tv, attention, everything really.
“I've always known how to get what I need but having lots of everything is always appreciated” - he said while taking a french fry and biting it.
I think he sensed my hesitation and led the snack, he looked at me and chuckled while gesturing toward the food.
“Come on mate no one is watching”
I grabbed a french fry and ate it with gusto, then he playfully put me in a lock and started to laugh.
“Commander! We have a traitor eating our rations come here haha” we wrestle for a minute, and he lets me go. We laugh it off and continue to explore the kitchen.
There are some fridges lined up against a wall, half of them are empty and the others are filled with raw ingredients that need the cold temperature.
“Apparently someone has a job to fill those with food that's not consumed in meals or new food for the day in advance” - he mentions while checking the guide.
After checking everything in the kitchen I leave Bradley resting his eyes while the machine works and move to the next place to visit.
The watchtower catches my eye and after using the elevator to the top, I find Carlos. He is maybe an inch taller than me, but is the thinnest of the cadets by far. He has an olive complexion, black hair and glasses.
The work in the watchtower is also easy, a pair of binoculars are provided, and Carlos is talking with me while keeping guard of nothing.
“I'm going to die of boredom in here, at least I'm not the poor soul stuck here in the night shift” -said Carlos mortified.
“Well, don’t tell that to Connor or he might ask you for accompany tonight.”
“No way!, he got the night shift? hahaha poor guy. When you see him at dinner give him my condolences”
I see a similar box to the one near the fence around base.
“You also got a snack box?”
“Oh those, yeah. Before getting here I check other buildings and a lot of them have these boxes. All filled with those bars, I can't see anybody from our team dying to have them though.”
“Not even Salazar?”
“Dude, you know Salazar is in another league completely haha”
Cadet Salazar is a tall guy, with light brown hair, covered in freckles and a little gap in between his front teeth's. He was a bit chunkier than most when we started the bootcamp, known as the fat guy of our unit in a friendly teasing way. He lost most of the weight with the constant pushups and early morning runs we all got, leaving him with a strong build that would intimidate most people.
We stayed talking about some of the scenes Salazar had in boot camp like trying to get in the chow hall with some cadets for extra rations or hosting food competitions in the base when we were short of time. After reminiscing for a while, I left him to work.
Since we started working right away, we only had some nutritional bars for lunch, and I feel like eating a horse.
We wait outside the chow hall till it's time for dinner. Apparently, the Chow Hall is closed before meals to give the cadet assigned to the kitchen time to set up. When Connor arrives, he looks like he just woke up. He clarified his assignment was done and he tried to take a nap before his night shift. He just looks bad after day naps.
“It was amazing to get there and see that it's mostly automated, all I had to do was make sure the values of the waste are under the red line.” -he says describing the task in detail.
When he is done with the explanation I reply “Well then it's not too different from my day of work aside then, well aside of the long nap haha”
“Well, what did I told you? everything is going to be fine”- he replies with a smug air around him.
We get interrupted by Bradley opening the doors to the chow hall for dinner with a proud smile on his face. Once inside everyone gets shocked with what we saw. A massive display of food from all kinds and sizes.
Even after witnessing the cooking machine in the kitchen making all of this food, I'm still shocked by the amount of food out there.
My stomach grumbles just looking at the buffet style dinner awaiting me, but I’m not the only one hungry. Everyone looks ready to pounce at the food but one of the cadets catches my eyes, Salazar. He is always excited about having something to eat but today he looks extra fidgety and desperate while waiting. As if he is fighting all his instincts to just run for it.
Against my best judgment, I get a simple portion of chicken breast, mash potatoes with gravy and beans. It was either because I'm trying to stay with the strict regimen of our training . . .that or because Connor was looking at me like my mother does when I'm indulging too much in thanksgiving.
Everyone gets their food, including the commander and doctor Donovan. They share a table at the other end of the hall. The doctor looks cheerful and talkative, deep in a conversation. The commander just nods at the doctor, looking as menacing as early today. Those two can't be more different even if they tried.
Once we get seated the air of camaraderie is palpable. Our team has different friend groups, and they all talk and laugh while they enjoy their meals. In my case I tend to eat with lunch, but we share meals with our friend group every now and then.
This time Connor and I eat alone and talk about the day. I tell him about some of the facilities, and he tells me what he is expecting from the night shift.
While we talk I can see Salazar at a table near us, he has a huge plate filled with a bit of everything. He started eating his meal slowly with a pleased expression on his face, the most joyous expression I have seen on a human being since enlisting. But as he kept eating his demeanor changed. His pace quickens, little moans and grunts escape him, and he starts to grab pieces of food with his hands, leaving his utensils on the sides.
When I tried the food, it tasted good enough but nothing to write home about, but you wouldn’t notice that from Salazar's reaction.
As his meal got louder Connor noticed as well and turned to look at him. The man was taking pieces of chicken tenders, dipping them in gravy, eating them in a few bites and licking his fingers clean. Double fisting the different things in his tray.
Connor looks at me shocked and I just shrug not knowing what to say.
When Salazar finished his meal, he stood up with difficulty and went back to line for a second helping. His middle looks distended, packed to the brim and we wonder how he manages to eat so much and still crave more. When he comes back, he goes to town with a gluttonous haze over his eyes.
After his second service was done, he let loose a belch with a chuckle and excused himself from his table since he had to get back to work.
On his way out Bradley approached Salazar and patted him in the back. Bradley is used to rough housing and the playful teasing, but he sometimes forgets when to call it quits. And even though he is overall a good guy, the whole room could tell where this was going.
“Hey be careful big guy, if you have too many meals like that we might need to roll you out of here”
“I know I can count on you to help me out any time Bradley”- said Salazar in a happy but over dramatic way, returning the joke.
They both laughed, Salazar came back to finish his meal and Salazar went out rubbing his stuffed belly.
I must stay in the cafeteria waiting for everyone else to finish their food to start cleaning, so Connor keeps me company.
Once everyone is out of the chow hall, I start looking around for the cleaning appliances and get to work. Sadly, there is not an automated robot to clean the tables, but everyone is careful with their space and there is little for me to do. I load the dish washers and the tray cleaners. While waiting for them to be done I stack the fridges with the leftovers from today's meal. Once the cleaners are done, I put everything back in place.
Expecting to see more work inside the kitchen, I learned that the automated machinery that made today's food also self-cleans after preparing everything. With a little too much time in my hands, I decided to get to my barracks.
Once inside I find Salazar sleeping his food baby away.
I'm tempted to go to sleep as well but decided to start reading the instructions for every job in the manual.
If every task is as simple as the ones we did today, maybe I could go to bed early like Salazar.
Thanks in advance to those who read this till the end and special thanks to @bee-wg for brainstorming this idea and helping with the overall execution and BuckyBB_Dark on twitter for the beta reading and feedback.
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