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The Weight of Brotherhood

Andreas was the kind of guy who turned heads wherever he went. Born and raised in Greece, with sun-kissed skin, dark curly hair, and a perfectly sculpted body, he had built a successful career as a fitness trainer after moving to Miami. His clients adored him, not just for his expertise but also for his charm and easygoing nature.

One of his newer clients, Matt, was part of a local fraternity. Matt had been working with Andreas for a few months and had made noticeable progress. One day, after a workout session, Matt mentioned an idea.

“Hey, Andreas, my fraternity brothers were asking about you,” Matt said casually as they wiped down their equipment. “They’ve been struggling to get in shape and thought maybe you could come by the house one weekend. Help us all out with some training?”

Andreas smiled, flattered. “Sure, man. I’ve got some time this weekend. It’ll be fun to whip them into shape.”

What Andreas didn’t know was that Matt’s fraternity wasn’t just any fraternity. The house was known for its love of excess—partying, eating, and indulging in the finer things in life. It wasn’t about fitness. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

On Saturday afternoon, Andreas arrived at the massive frat house on the edge of campus, expecting a group of eager young men ready to learn how to live healthier. As he stepped through the door, he was greeted by Matt and a few of his “brothers,” all of whom looked far from fit. Beer bellies hung over their shorts, and the smell of greasy food wafted from the kitchen.

“Welcome to the house, man!” Matt grinned, slapping Andreas on the back. “The guys are excited to meet you.”

Andreas hesitated. “This isn’t what I was expecting, Matt.”

Matt shrugged. “Come on, you’ll love it. We’re all about brotherhood here. Why don’t you have a drink? Relax a bit before we get started.”

Reluctantly, Andreas accepted the beer. He figured one drink wouldn’t hurt. But as the night went on, the frat brothers kept offering him more—beer, pizza, burgers, and desserts he normally wouldn’t touch. At first, Andreas politely declined, but they insisted, urging him to join in.

“We do things differently here,” Matt said, leaning in. “We embrace indulgence. All that fitness stuff can wait.”

Andreas laughed it off, thinking it was just part of their laid-back attitude. But after a few more drinks, his head felt fuzzy, and his normally strict discipline began to waver. He was surrounded by guys who seemed to genuinely enjoy their carefree lifestyle, and part of him thought—why not? Just for tonight.

Hours passed, and the more Andreas ate and drank, the more he felt his resolve slipping away. Before long, the group had moved to the living room, where Andreas found himself reclining on a plush couch, shirtless and stuffed from all the food they had pushed on him. His abs were starting to blur under the bloat of the evening’s feast.

It was then that Matt dropped the bomb.

“You’re going to make a perfect new member,” he said, his tone shifting from playful to serious.

Andreas blinked, confused. “New member? Of what?”

“The fraternity, of course,” Matt said, his grin widening. “You’re not leaving, Andreas. We’ve got plans for you. You see, every guy who comes into this house ends up joining. And we’re going to make sure you embrace what we’re all about—size, indulgence, and brotherhood.”

Before Andreas could protest, two other frat brothers grabbed his arms, leading him toward a back room. They weren’t forceful, but the weight of his full stomach and the alcohol had made him sluggish.

“Wait, what is this? This isn’t what I signed up for!” Andreas tried to push back, but his body was too slow to react.

“Relax, Andreas,” Matt said, following behind. “You’ll learn to love it. We take care of our own. You’re already halfway there—look at how much you’ve eaten tonight. Imagine that, but every day. All the food you want, no more worrying about staying lean. Just imagine yourself as one of us.”

They led Andreas to a large room filled with oversized couches, huge plates of food, and beer taps lining the walls. Posters of past members—once muscular, now massive and grinning—adorned the walls. It was clear that this wasn’t just any frat. It was a fraternity dedicated to growth—the kind that came from indulgence.

Andreas’ heart raced. He wanted to fight back, to break free, but part of him was curious. The lifestyle they promised, the sense of belonging—they were tempting. He had always lived by strict rules, keeping his body in peak condition. But here, there were no rules. Only freedom to eat, drink, and live without restraint.

Over the next few days, Andreas found himself trapped in the house, unable to leave. The brothers made sure he was always surrounded by food, encouraging him to embrace their ways. At first, he resisted, trying to maintain some control. But each day, the temptation grew stronger.

Weeks passed, and Andreas’ body began to change. His once-defined muscles softened as he packed on pounds, his abs giving way to a growing belly. His clothes no longer fit, and the sight of his reflection shocked him at first. But the frat brothers were always there, reassuring him, telling him how great he looked, how he was finally becoming one of them.

And eventually, Andreas stopped fighting. He accepted his new life, indulging in the endless food and drink, letting go of his former identity as a fitness trainer. The frat had broken him down, but in its place, they had built someone new—someone bigger, softer, and more content than he ever thought possible.

By the time Andreas reached his full size, he was unrecognizable from the sleek, muscular trainer he had once been. But the brothers welcomed him with open arms, making him feel like he belonged for the first time in his life.

And in the end, Andreas didn’t just join the fraternity. He embraced it, becoming the newest—and largest—member of the Fat House Brotherhood.

Let’s see how this goes…