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Expanding Bootcamp - Chapter 2 (Male Wg Story)
Summary: A few days have passed in Fort Celsus and life keeps going as usual, but Will starts to notice slight changes in his fellow cadets. Not long after being put through mandatory training by order of the Commander, Salazar comes up with a new idea that could change the team dynamic during meals, while increasing the speed of their gains.
(The following is a male weight gain fic. This is for the most part a slow burn deal)
The next day to my surprise and most people, yes, the assignments were very easy.
Stuff like turning on the vehicles in the parking lot and ensuring they are working correctly, keeping the supply of materials for the kitchen in check, keeping the snack boxes full, cleaning duties of several areas and there are some spaces here that do self-cleaning like the cooking machine.
The more I read the more it dawned on me that time wouldn't be an issue.
By the time I woke up Connor was getting back from his shift, he wasn't in much of a mood to talk. He saw his assignments for the day and took a well-deserved nap.
It's good that we don't have a very strict schedule. Besides the patrols most activities can be done at any time of the day, so he can sleep now and get back to his work later during the day.
During the morning I went to the gym on base. I saw some cadets training as well using the machines available and Bradley, like always, was trying to make a big show of how much he can bench press. As if everyone hasn't seen how much he can lift for the last 10 months.
“Come on, who wants to try their strength against me? I have done some work already so you all have a shot this time”
He is a natural show off but we all have learned to embrace Bradley's personality. Most of the group is playful, and one by one people come to challenge him to who can bench press the most or who can do the most reps.
I try to tag along in these competitions every now and then but after getting my ass kicked in a pull up competition some weeks ago and feeling sore for days I have decided to choose my battles more wisely.
After that I go to the field to do a run and get the blood running. Carlos was there before me leading a run with other cadets, so I joined their group.
Carlos is the fastest in our group so he always takes the lead and encourages everyone with chants or jokes while we try to keep his pace.
“Who is ready to catch up with me this time ladies?” -he says, mocking us.
The group erupts in a wave of shouts and howls while some speed up in hopes to catch up with Carlos.
By the end of the run Hill, the second thinnest and fastest cadet is getting closer towards Carlos. Hill has black hair, prominent cheekbones and a pale complexion.
Carlos slows down to allow someone to grab him. Most of the time it is Hill, but after that everyone grabs him and they act as if they have won a super bowl. I have seen these displays take place every other day in our bootcamp but seeing it here makes me think that the experiment will be not that different from the old base.
Everyone moves to their next thing and only Carlos, Hill and I remain on the field. Carlos excuses himself to go and work on his assignments but not before looking at Hill and saying
“Well Hill you win once again I guess you don't have to worry about me for today” -he says with a wink
Hill just looks at him with anger and looks in the other direction. Carlos laughs and goes away with a cheerful pace to his walk.
I get closer to Hill that is huffing for air in the floor. I offer my hand and with some help he gets up. He looks at me with the same expression he always carries, serious if not bored.
“I cant believe Carlos is still holding that bet with you, isn't it enough now?”
They are childhood friends, their parents work together and even while they are as different as they come; they manage to stick to one another. Since the beginning they’ve had a weird friendship. Carlos teases Hill to hell and back, he pretends to hate it, but he is still Carlos' shadow. Once bootcamp started they came up with this silly game, if Hill catches on Carlos during the morning run, he won't pester him during the day.
They still do their running gag thought, just that when Hill is done with being buddy buddy he can tell him to fuck off no offense taken.
“You know him, the only thing that will get him off my back will be a bullet to the head” -he says in a monotone voice
“Maybe but you are aware he does it just to be friendly”
“He could be friendly and quiet . . . But I guess you are right. At least with him hanging around nobody is annoying me with my teamwork skills as much”
After that we cooled down for a moment, and realized I needed a shower pronto.
I go to the showers and stumble across Salazar. He was getting off the showers, his body strong and burly. Showing the years of work and the added training of the last months, covered in a modest layer of fat. I notice his gut looking tight like a drum as if he had a heavy breakfast, and some red stretch marks looking new. But it must be my imagination. Regardless of how much he ate, he couldn't be gaining weight this fast.
After drying up and noticing me, he approaches and tells me about how he did his routine earlier today, mostly heavy weight training. He is the only person I know that is a legit challenge to Bradley in the raw strength department. But I was concerned with the earlier than usual workout.
Apparently, he did wake up for a snack early on, I would imagine for his look it was more than that but still. Since he was already up he might as well jump-start the day.
“Well that's good to know Sal, but be careful. The Commander finds you in a light snack like that and you might get some extra runs around the field.”
“I wouldn't worry too much, a big body needs a lot of fuel” - he says flexing his arm and showing his biceps.
It's no secret that Salazar is built like a brick house, but knowing his appetite I would keep an eye on the seemingly limitless food this place is providing. Not to mention that wrapped with only a towel his belly packed to the brim shows my concerns could be right.
After finishing my assignments for the day in record time I get to the chow hall for lunch. Connor is taking a while so I get some food and wait at an empty table, who sits beside me instead are the Benley’s.
Identical twins, they have blonde hair with green eyes and muscular bodies. They are very proud of keeping a peak physique, but what they have in good looks lack in social skills.
“Hey Will, I hope you don't mind the company”- says Daniel
He is the more collected and calm of the duo, he tags along his brother for everything even when he would rather stay still.
“Sure go ahead” -I reply
“Cool dude!” - says Jones
He is the more energetic twin, adventurous and a bit airheaded. He gets them both in trouble more times than not.
“So . . . how are you feeling about the new base so far?” -Daniel said, looking at me with interest.
“Oh, everything seems to be going pretty good, easy work, lots of food and a comfy bed” -I stick a piece of pork chop in my mouth and continue.
“I could get used to this” -Jones added with a satisfied expression.
“Yeeaah I imagined you would say that, Im more bored than anything. since most of the things here are automated there is not much to do. I'm already done for the day” - Daniel says, sounding mortified.
“You almost say it like it's a bad thing, We had to run around the base and do push ups so many times we lost count. And then get extra rounds because we lost count” - I reply
He looks at me and laugh “Yeah maybe we should just enjoy it for what it is, I just hope we get something nice to do in the meantime” -Daniel replies
“And what about the recreation room? you don't want to give it a shot?”- I say
They look at me puzzled and Jones asks “Have you tried it yet? I tried to connect online but the function is locked as expected. Also most of the games are cooperatives but playing against Finn is almost cruel”
“Hey it's not my fault you keep using the most broken character in every fighting game!. Try to diversify for once”
They start to bicker and I can only laugh, when they notice my enjoyment they also relax and laugh the issue off.
“No I haven't tried it yet but if that's the case you can count on me for a session, we deserve some fun after all we have done right?. you guys don't mind if I tell Connor to come right?”
“Yeah haha lets try it after dinner, and of course dude your friends are our friends” - Jones reply
As we continue to eat, a short cadet with an athletic build and brown hair passes in front of us with a half eating plate and Salazar calls him. I recognize Neil’s face right away, he has a pretty face. Some cadets used to make fun of him for looking too delicate but he is stronger than he shows.
We can't hear what he and Salazar are saying but when they are done speaking he gives Salazar his portion of food, adding to Salazar's already pretty full plate. After that he left with a smile on his face.
As Neil leaves Salazar starts to cram the food of both plates double fisting like his life depended on it, having the same display of gluttony as last night. A part of me wonders how he is still hungry after last night.
As he belches and grunts in gusto Daniel cuts my pondering
“Most likely he just told him not to throw away the food, since he is going to get a second plate anyways”.
He tells me that shortly after the bootcamp started Salazar would have all the food other cadets didn't finish on meals.
“It was a miracle to see him lose weight even with how much food he can consume” -Jones adds
Even with all the extra food available they don't find it weird that Salazar is still doing treats like that every now and then.
“I guess he helps to reduce the waste of the base in one way or another” -I say feeling bad for the fact we are still talking of his weight behind his back.
We see Bradley getting near Salazar, most likely to tease him a little bit more but they have that kind of almost sibling playfulness.
“Sal, long time no see. I almost didn't see you with how thin you are looking”
“Im sorry Brad, I will grow a bit just so you have easier time finding me”
“I guess you are ahead in that task dude, but here you go. I think you will appreciate this more than I do” -says Bradley as he gives Salazar a dessert from the menu of the day.
“Aw thanks dude” -salazar snapping the dessert from Bradley's hands with so much speed we got spooked. He looked so pleased with the new piece of food in front of him. Tackling it before Bradley had a chance to add anything.
These two never change.
Connor showed up to the chow hall and explained he got delayed in cleaning duties. After he finishes his meal, we all get ready to make plans of what to do next. Some cadets are getting together to play some football, others are doing like me yesterday and reading their manuals, others are catching up with assignments.
We invite Connor to join us in the recreation room and he tags along to watch. Connor is not the best in video games, but he appreciates being invited regardless. We play some fight games for a few hours, and we call it a night.
The next day after training and hitting the showers Connor and I get breakfast. Bradley shows up out of nowhere and sits with us.
“The food here is ok but the quantity is just wild, I'm still shocked with how much they are willing to spend for us” -Bradley says while eating some hash browns, leaving some grease in his lips and grabbing some sausage.
He is having a bit more than what he is used to, but he explains it is due to the higher quality food. I don't notice any difference but I have heard some cadets mentioning how better the food is tasting.
“Remember this is not for us, this is for the experiment” -I add
“Will! you know they are spending this money in our best interest as a team, and if it works in the interest of other teams” -Connor adds looking almost offended by my remark
“Suuure, that's what I mean” -I reply sarcastically and Connor just shoves me to the side and we continue eating.
We finish our meal, by the end Bradley looks pleasingly packed,
“I can't have another bite, that was the best breakfast I had in a while” - he remarks massaging his middle
Connor and I finish before him but stay talking for a bit.
While we talk Salazar shows up and starts to eat with Neil at a nearby table. Ever since Salazar asked him for his food they've been eating together. With the small physique of Neil his protruding belly filled with a massive meal is more than an eyeful, but Salazar is motivating him to enjoy as much as him.
For a while nothing happens till Neil releases a belch and excuses himself looking red like a tomato, in response Salazar expels a massive burp and says
“Thats how its done rookie”
Bradley gets a wicked smile in his face and Connor reaches to him
“Come on Bradley I know you both love to tease each other but just let him eat one meal without a snippy remark”
“Don't worry Connor, nobody gets hurt, besides someone needs to keep Salazar in check. I can lose the biggest competition in the gym because of his appetite” - he replies while standing up and going to Salazar’s table
“Hey Sal, I missed you at the gym today, too busy stuffing that monster gut?”
“I was too busy busting your deadlift weight record” -he sticks his tongue out and continues to eat.
“There is no way”
“Of course there is a way dude, you just need to fill the tank and the muscles do the job”
We all start to laugh and Bradley takes the mockery lightly, he gets besides Salazar asking him the details of his gym achievements. While they talk SSalazar passes a plate with food to BRadley signaling him to tag along their meal. Even after saying he couldn't take another bite, it seems Salazar got invested in the conversation enough to ignore his fullness and continued to eat like nothing happened.
“Well I guess that solves itself”- I say.
Connor keeps a dumbfounded look while watching the display. But he recovers fast and picks his empty plate alongside Bradley’s and mine
“Ok let's get going, if we finish fast enough we can try and go to the recreation room later”
“Hey I like the sound of that!” - I add excited and follow him
We couldn't use the recreation room that day after all. With the influx of free time people have picked interest in the entertainment room. It's almost always busy with someone inside, but never more than 2 or three people at a time; and with how anti crowds Connor gets, we choose to move somewhere else.
The days passed and the extra free time also enabled cadets to slack off in some minor areas. I have seen a couple of protein bar wrappers on the floor and some beds are left in half ass order. The Commander leaves warning notes on the beds of those who are not tending their beds, but with no punishment attached people start to ignore them.
Connor is always the hardest ass about stuff like this kind of stuff “I can't believe they are leaving these wrappers around, there are bins every other corner” -he says while picking a couple of wrappers from the floor and throwing them in a bin.
“I know what you mean, if we don't get our acts together the commander is going to bite our heads off. I only think he is staying quiet so far because the scientist asked to let us direct ourselves”
To most people a few wrappers and disorganized stations is a minor inconvenience but, in the military. A badly folded bed sheet is the motive for your whole team to get a good run down a muddy hill and climb it all the way back.
When we got in the bootcamp I had the hardest time to get in line with the standards of the place. Those warning notes people are ignoring now, were the bane of my existence. There is nothing more annoying than an officer reviewing your work station while you are having a long day of training and finding one of those.
Things got so bad that our commander assigned Connor as my mentor. Imagine my embarrassment getting the number one cadet to mentor me on how to make my bed and fold my clothes.
Not going to lie, he loved it; he would have the happiest face while explaining the proper method to do anything and I was ready to bite his face off. I'm aware it wasn’t with bad intentions, but my ego was wounded. Every morning my bed would get inspected and some minor issue would get me a round of burpees or push ups. Eventually it clicked on me, and I managed to get it to work, but my commander assumed it was due to Connors help and we got teamed up every time I started to lag behind.
He started to get this sense of responsibility by helping me out and I started to respect his earnest desire to be the best and help anyone in the way to that goal.
The more time we spent together the easier training became to me and I managed to get up to level with him. We had some training drills, and we mesh well together as a team. I have grown to trust his judgment and he learned to trust mine.
And knowing Connor I'm sure he is thinking right now about trying to tell everyone a speech about cleaning or something like that.
Thankfully it doesn't become necessary. Because Commander Parish calls for the next morning. As soon as we are all formed, he starts to scream.
“Ok slackers, I don't care if it's one or a hundred of you sitting around doing nothing!” -he said pacing around looking at us like rage is seeping out of his eyes.
“It hasn't even been a week and I've already seen some of you acting like this is a field trip, if you need me to put you all in order for the day I will!”
We get sent to do some laps around the field, and the classic exercise routine that leaves everyone exhausted.
We gathered for dinner that night and the morale was low after the training, almost as if the expectations of some easy time off just flew away.
When we sit down Salazar starts to gather a couple of cadets and starts to whisper with them. Curiosity got us to get closer to hear what's going on.
“Hi guys, what's going on?”- I ask
Neil looks up to me, he replies with a big smile “Sal had this idea to start a little food review game, to pass time”
I notice Neil is looking fuller than I remember, it could be from all the time eating with Salazar. Most of the new weight went to his hips and belly. . . At the start I blamed it on my imagination after all, we haven't been here enough for him to gain significant weight. But looking up closer I realize there is no denying it, eating with Salazar has consequences.
“Whoever constructs the best plate with what's available for the day wins”- he adds
Bradley starts to laugh and gets closer to Salazar “Really Sal, are you going to taste test everyone's plates?”
Salazar swallows some of his pop and belches in Bradley’s direction and replies “Nah we will exchange plates and choose a winner but you give me a better idea”
Bradley recoils from Salazar and laughs it off while waving away the smell.
“Why not try and have the old fashion eating competitions, whoever finishes their food first wins!”- said Sal while the people on his table cheered.
It seems like they managed to light up the mood in a way. People join and sit at his table, picking tons of food. We stay and look as they go wild eating with a desperate speed. People cheer and scream for their bets, cadets going to town with reckless abandon.
Midway through the ordeal the twins, Carlos and Hill leave to have their meals, some other cadets leave as well to do the same. But Bradley Connor and I stay to see it to the end. People start to give up and to nobody’s surprise Salazar is still going strong leaving stains of food in his mouth and shirt. At the ends he wins the challenge and accentuates his victory with a thunderous belch.
While we all laugh, and cheer Bradley gets besides Salazar and raises his hand like a boxing champion.
Connor seemed like about to object to the display but remained quiet and he got closer to me to ask.
“Have you noticed that the commander is not here for dinner?”
I just noticed that we were able to make this whole display due to the commander not being around. He had dinner with us on the first day but after some point I guess I lost track of him.
“True, maybe he is having dinner in his office. You know, busy with other matters.”
Connor agreed with the response, and we got our meal. While we ate I could tell that he was getting annoyed with the increased rowdiness in the chow hall. After spending some time with him I have learned to read his subtle queues. The fidgeting, the lack of eye contact, his sudden silences. For someone who is always so ready to get into work, he can get somber when he is ticked off.
Even when he gets annoyed, I can tell he is trying to remain jovial and get along. But there is no need for him to force it.
“It’s ok if you want to leave, we can go hang out somewhere else.”
“Thanks, Will, I would appreciate that.”
We finished our meals and put the plates away, went to the barracks. Once there we threw jokes and told stories.
Like when he tried to do star flips at home growing up and ended up rolling down his stairs. He got a scar on his top left eyebrow after the incident. Not to be outdone I told him of the time I tried to make my own Frankenstein monster with pieces of toys. Looking for lightning I ended up getting stuck in the attic of my house for a few hours.
After a few laughs everyone gets back from the chow hall, and we go to sleep.
The next few days most of us try to get some training done to prevent the commander from having another forced drill on us. Carlos continues to lead the runs in the mornings with Hill close behind him, Bradley and the twins are doing the competitions in the gym, but the shock of the commander action subsides, and some cadets take days off from training. The first one I notice is Salazar, from being Bradley's direct rival in the gym to showing sporadically.
Regardless Connor and I try to stick with the routine. After a workout Connor and I see Bradley walking around with a bag, ever since the food competitions started Bradley has been eating with Salazar and his friends. So, Connor and I wanted to reach out and talk with him whenever possible during the day.
“Hey Brad, what do you have there?” -says Connor while trying to guess what's in the bag
“Yeah, you need some help?” - I add
“Hey dudes, No worries I can manage with this and more. I got assigned to refill the fridges in the kitchen and the snack boxes around base”
“Well, then we can assume those are the bars for the snack boxes right?” -Connor replies
“Right in the money, I had to do this job on our second day here and most of the bars were still there but now it seems like people are starting to take advantage of them.”
“Lets just hope people dump the wrappers this time around” -Connor said while pointing to a wrapper attached to Bradley’s shoe.
“Oh yeah, I guess I’ve also been taking a few of them. You know I need the proteins haha”
We didn’t think too much about it at the time, especially because it was starting to become commonplace to see one or two cadets munching on protein bars around the day as if they were running out of style.
“Also! Guess what I discovered today?”
We looked puzzled at him.
“Did you notice that the commander hasn’t been eating with us lately?”
“Yes, something happened?” -I quickly reply, my interest now peaking
“Relax Will, nothing bad happened. We were asking Salazar at lunch why he tried to do the taste test idea not too long ago, you know what gave him the idea?. Apparently, the commander asked him a few days after we arrived to get him a plate of food from the chow hall, since he was busy”- he looks around and gets closer to us and whispers.
“And Sal was so hungry on the way there that he started to “taste test” his plate” -Bradley started to laugh and continued.
“It seems like he didn’t notice because Sal is still around to tell the tale. But he liked the combination in the commander plate so much he wanted to try what others had to offer” – He continues to laugh, and I join in, but Connor looks more concerned.
“Be quiet Brad, if the commander hears this out, he might get angry and god knows Salazar could get kicked out.” -Says Connor is concerned.
“Ok you are right, it's just funny to imagine Sal nibbling at the commander's food on the way to his office.” -he holds his laughter and tries to act serious.
I compose myself as well and ask “And is that it? You sounded very excited to just be sharing some of Sal’s hijinks.”
“Well, there is also this. He has been in his office for most of these days as well, the scientist group seems to want him busy. So he’s been asking every night another cadet to bring him food while he works. Some cadets have heard him on calls debating with the scientist to put us all in a traditional training regimen.”
We both look shocked to hear this, but we don’t say anything hoping Bradley has more information.
“But if he hasn’t put us through another drill like last time, you can imagine the scientist's response. I told you, if the farm moves smoothly nobody gets on your ass.”
“Well that explains why people are slacking more by the day, have you told this to anyone else?” -I ask.
“Will, come on what do you think? no. There is no need, the rumor of the commander having both hands tied is spreading like wildfire without my help, but you haven’t heard it from me.”
We both hear a grumble and Bradley blushes.
“Oh look at the time I have to hurry and fill the snack boxes if I want to get to the chow hall in time for lunch. I don’t want Salazar eating everything without me. See you guys.”
And like that he speeds away from us.
As Bradley paced away, we both noticed he had a certain new jiggle to his frame. Even with the constant weight training there is no way of denying that taking place in the food competitions with Salazar has been affecting Bradley.
“Well if Brad was concerned with Sal getting too big to leave the chow hall, at least now we know he won’t be alone in the matter.” -I say and Connor laughs but composes himself and tries to shut me up in case Brad hears.
While we laugh, a bit of worry clouds my head. Salazar, Neil, Bradley and some other cadets have started to fall behind. I just hope we can finish the experiment without going towards the same thing.
Thanks to all of you who sticked around for the second chapter of the story! New chapters will be posted every week. And look forward for some drawings to flesh out the story.
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