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With one pair officially voted out of the game, the rest of the house has realized that this is a competition: people will be going home has the weeks venture on. Walter and Blake sit at the kitchen counter, in nothing but their boxers, eating cinnamon pancakes and discussing the game. "It just sucks," Blake says. "Everyone seemed stoked to be here and now that people are starting to drop, the mood of the house has changed."

"Personally, I wasn't sad to see Chris or Dan leave the house," Walter says. "One, they weren't on our team and two it just means we're two steps closer to winning the million dollars."

"Still," Blake takes another bite of his food. Scott walks in a moment later, eyes a little droopy and seeming to be a little disoriented. He feels his way to the counter and takes a seat next to Blake.

"What's up???" Scott asks, his voice sounding off. "I was just... woah, man."

"Are you high, Scott?" Walter asks.

"Maybe. I may or may not have snuck weed into here."

"C'mon, bud, I'll walk you back to our room," Blake says. He puts an arm around his friend and helps him walk out of the kitchen. Scott accidentally bumps into the couch where Alex watches Joel and Victor play some kind of war game on the Xbox.

"What's wrong with him?" Victor asks. His finger points at the yellow fox leaning onto Blake's shoulders.

"He smoked weed," Blake says, "he'll be fine." They go into their room.

"Yikes," Joel says, "if that's how weed is, I'm officially weed-intolerant." He chuckles at his own joke.

"I'm officially you-intolerant," Victor says, cracking up. Alex just sits there staying silent. His paws holding what's left of his bacon sandwich. He had no idea how he lost weight, considering that all he does is eat food. A paw places itself on his shoulder and he looks up to see the golden brown eyes of Sandy.

"Hiya handsome," Sandy says.

"Hi," Alex says, blushing. Sandy walks around the couch, sitting next to Alex. "So... how are you?"

"I'm fine," he yawns, "a little tired. A lot of food can do that to someone."

"Don't I know it," Alex says, patting his blimp of a belly. He ends up yawning himself. He leans back into the couch and covers himself with a blanket. Sandy lies down, snuggling up to the bigger, fatter wolf. The sounds of Victor and Joel playing video games pull them to sleep.

"Dude, I told you to shoot over the truck not under it!" Joel says.

"Sorry, I've got terrible hearing aids," Victor says.

"You don't own any hearing aids."

"I know, I was just being a smart ass." The two laugh at at.

***

"Based on your height and weight, I can guess that your BMI is..." Edward presses a paw into Boomer's shirtless belly, numbers running through his head fast. "...72 even."

"Wow. Really?" Boomer asks. Edward nods. "I've never met a math genius before. I know Joe is smart but... just wow."

"Yeah. Even I agree with that," Joe says. "I might be good at math, but I'm not that good. Wanna try me next?"

"Sure," Edward says. "Stand up and take your shirt off." Joe stands up and does as he's told. Edward takes a look hard look at him. He's only slightly shorter than Boomer but he's also less than half his weight. "Hmmm.... I think yours is..... around 30.1."

"Wow. Not even two of me can fit into Boomer," Joe says, mesmerized. As he gets his clothes back on, James, Pierre, and Monroe come into the bedroom to join them.

"What's going on here?" James asks.

"Edward's guessing everyone's body mass index," Boomer says. "Apparently mine is 72 and Joe's is about 30."

"Interesting," Monroe says. "Can you calculate body fat percentage?"

"Hmmm.... I'll give it a try," Edward says. He has Monroe take his shirt off, and then stands up and walks around him. He's very good when it comes to measurements in his head and thinks that Monroe is somewhere over 57 inches at the waist and over 70 inches at the peak of his belly. "Well, I can be certain but the best I can give is that... you have... 34% body fat. In case you didn't know, that's obese."

"So? I live for obesity," Monroe says. He gets his shirt back on and then James volunteers. Edward looks at James' waist, assuming that it's around 61 inches and that's a pretty big amount. His belly's definitely a lot bigger than Monroe's so that goes into how much James is.

"I think..." Edward says, "that you could be 38%."

"Awesome!" James says. He sits back down, leaving his clothes off. Meanwhile, Albert, Johnny and Roger sit outside in the pool with Anthony and Tom half-naked in the lawn chairs. Johnny and Roger stand in the pool but Alber sits in the rim, just having his legs in the water.

"You know what I'm excited for?" Johnny asks. "The hookups to just start already. I mean, we all knew Chris and Dan were a thing, but I wonder who else will be paired up."

"Well, I'm already taken," Anthony says, holding Tom's paw. "However, I'm not against thrresomes."

"I'm already married," Roger says, "and Boomer and Joe are paired up. Come to think of it, I think Alex and Sandy might have something started."

"My brother and Sandy?" Johnny asks, a little surprised. "I always knew he had a thing for big guys and wolves, but Sandy? I thought he was already taken."

"Nope," Albert speaks up. "Sandy is a free agent. He may have had sex with a loooooooooot of other people, but he doesn't have a serious relationship. But, from the look in his eyes whenever he sees Alex, he seems to forget the fact that he's a prostitute."

"What about Pierre and Edward?" Tom asks, not wanting to be a wallflower in the conversation.

"The brainiacs?" Roger asks. "They're completely straight, I can tell. Although they have quickly bonded with James and Monroe. Plus, they're way too smart. For pete's sake Edward was calculating everyone's BMI with his mind. He did mine earlier... but I forgot."

"Hold on, we're forgetting two people," Albert says. The others look at him a bit confused. "Blake and Scott. You think they'll end up with anyone?"

"Hmmm... You think they'll end up with each other?" Tom asks. He turns to lie on his side, still facing the group.

"No," Johnny says. "They pretty much act like skater dudes and party pros. Plus, I'm pretty sure they're stoners so, even if they do have feelings for someone, I'm positive that they'll be distracted by that stuff."

"Well, I've had enough pool time for today," Roger says. He gets out of the pool and dries himself off. He doesn't bother getting his clothes back on as he walks back into the house. Tom yawns a bit.

"You getting tired?" Anthony asks.

"Yeah," Tom says. "It's probably from sitting in a chair doing nothing for an hour but talking. I could really use a nap."

"Me too," Albert says. He lies back on the grass and closes his eyes while Tom rests his head on Anthony's chest to get some sleep.

***

24 hours later in the pool, Alex swims butt naked by himself. The other 17 players are inside still trying to wake up. Seeing no one else around, the overweight wolf slowly rubs his own 700 pound gut. It only just reaches his knees a little.

Alex has enjoyed being fat most of his life: the softness, the warmth, the extreme cuddliness, the arousing feeling of tight clothes, he just loves it. Back when he was 200 pounds over eight years ago, he realized he wanted to be a gainer and has purposely packed on the pound in any way he could from sneaking downstairs after bedtime for an extra snack to getting a second breakfast at school. By the time he graduated college with a bachelor's degree, he was over 600 pounds.

Feeling his heft now, it still felt incredible. When he first saw this show, his first reaction was "there's no way there's a show that I'm in love with". After a few episodes, he enjoyed the show a lot and even wanted to be a part of it. Even though he may have lost two pounds last week instead of gain, there's still eleven weeks left in this, he'll be fine.

Alex thinks of when the contestants last year started stuffing food under their gut to save for later. He's guilty of doing that himself. At his current weight, he can for his phone and iPad under his belly and neither will fall. He knows this because he does it at work all the time.

Alex has an office job. Simply put: sit on the computer all day doing stuff online (it was stuffed he enjoyed doing). All the time at work, he'd unbutton the bottom five buttons of his shirt and mindlessly play his belly while he worked. He especially loved it during lunch break where he'd buy an entire pizza just for himself and eats it all in no time flat. He swears that he was so stuffed after lunch once that even his shirt felt so heavy that he left it off the rest of the day. Nobody judged him by his size though. Everyone knew Alex is a kind man with a big belly but an even bigger heart.

Alex smiles at a couple new thoughts that kick into his mind. He's knows he isn't the only fat guy who has been asked to be poked or rubbed or jiggled, but what he liked the most is that people would ask for hugs from him. Probably because people see him and his size and think that he's a pretty cuddly man, which he is. People have always gotten comments on how soft Alex is and he loved each and every one of them. He, of course, has gotten a few negative comments but he simply ignores those.

While deep in thought, the back door opens and closes. "Hi there," Sandy says as he walks over. Alex snaps act into reality and looks over.

"Hi," Alex says. He blushes as he's still butt naked in the pool.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all." Sandy strips down to his boxers and asks Alex to turn away. He takes his boxers off and gets into the pool.

"You can turn back around, now," Sandy says, not to sound rude but to see Alex's beautiful eyes again. "The rest of us were wondering what you were doing out here all by yourself."

"Well, I may be big, but I do enjoy the occasional trip to the pool," Alex says. "Besides, it gives me an excuse to lie around with my shirt off."

"Good point. So... what else do you like doing?" Sandy wanted to keep the conversation going. He didn't know why, but he really wanted to know Alex a little more.

"Let's see..." Alex thinks for a moment. "It's obvious I love eating (no doubt about that), but believe it or not, I actually enjoy clothes shopping."

"Oh?" Sandy didn't expect that.

"Yeah. I get to try on different stuff, see what's small for me and what isn't. To be honest, tight clothes on a fat person turns me on."

"Interesting."

"Yep. For example, I have a white sleeveless shirt that comes up to here," Alex points halfway up his belly. "I usually just wear it around the house but sometimes I'll wear it outside just to get a reaction from people."

"Wow. What happens usually?" Sandy asks.

"Actually, I get asked for hugs all the time! People must see my size and think 'I wonder how soft he feels' so they come up and ask."

"What do you say?"

"Of course I say yes. Do I look like someone who would turn down hugs or a cuddle session?" Alex asks, pointing at his chubby body.

"No, you don't." Sandy slowly steps forward until their bellies are pushed against each other. He wraps his arms around Alex and by instinct, Alex does the same back. "In fact, sometimes I need to cuddle every once in awhile too."

"I know. I love to cuddle, but I hate that lonely feeling when I don't get any cuddles." Alex pins his ears down.

"Maybe we can take care of that for each other," Sandy says, hugging Alex a little tight.

"I wouldn't mind that." Alex and Sandy look at each other, their chests heavy and their hearts racing. They slowly lean forward, their noses barely touching and their hot breaths warming each other muzzles. Alex's paw snakes up Sandy's back to his neck and pulls him forward until their muzzle touch and a kiss begins. They both relax muscles they didn't know they were tensing up. Sandy kisses Alex back with the same burning passion. Murrs get driven out of their muzzles as the kisses deepens.

When the kiss ends, the two look at each other, both unsure of what to do or say to each other. Instead, they kiss again, letting their lips touching speak for them. Alex's mind goes blank as he sits there shoving his tongue in another wolf's maw. Sandy's grip on Alex tightens a little when he feels him turning this into a French kiss.

Inside in the kitchen, Boomer sits at the counter while Joe looks out the window looking at the make out session right before him. "Awwwww Alex and Sandy are kissing," Joe says, his tail wagging a little bit.

"No way!" Boomer says. He gets up and looks out the window and sees the two wolves kissing. "That's so cute!! I was wondering when they were gonna make out already."

"What're you guys looking at?" They turn around and see Pierre and Albert.

"Alex and Sandy are kissing," Joe says again.

"What?!" Albert asks, a smile coming across his face. He goes up to the window and sees his gaining partner and the biggest wolf in the house with their lips pressed against each other. "Awwwww!!! That is so beautiful." Pierre looks out and sees them.

"Wow," Pierre says, "it seems like we have ourselves the first hookup of Gainer's Paradise Two."

"There's one problem though," Joe says. The other turn to him with questioning looks. "The elimination is in a couple days. If they get split up, who knows how it's going to be. Besides, people might go after them now that another couple is brewing. Remember Tom and Anthony last year? They were targets for weeks until they were split apart."

"He makes a good point," Boomer says. "The problem though is that Toner said the elimination process alternates each week from voting to weigh in elimination. If Alex and Sandy don't gain enough weight this week, they could be toast."

"I'm sure they'll be fine," Albert says. "I just saw Sandy eat an entire box of twinkies and some Oreos before he went out there."

"Well, hopefully they'll end up safe this week." In the living room, Walter and Roger sit by themselves cuddled up to each other. Walter has his ears perked up, hearing every syllable being said in the kitchen. Apparently, Alex and Sandy now have a romance going on now. Cute, Walter thinks, but if they have any idea who they're dealing with in this game, they'll stay out of my way.

As if he can hear his thoughts, Roger looks up at his husband and smiles. Walter caresses his cheek and smiles back. "What're you thinking about, honey?" Roger asks.

"Oh just wondering what the elimination will bring us since one pair will have to home," Walter says as if he wasn't thinking a little darker thoughts a few seconds ago.

***

Everyone sits in the living room, nerves racing like never before. Toner appears on the TV like he does every week. "Hello everyone!" He says.

"Hi Toner!" The house replies.

"So, it seems like everyone has had a good second week. Edward, you got to show off your math abilities."

"I'm pretty good," Edward says. "I've been good with numbers in my head for a long time." Toner fake yawns and moves on to the next person.

"I've got a question: what wolf has an oversized belly, likes to be naked in the pool and enjoys French kissing?" Alex sinks back in the couch and blushes. "Anything to say... Alex?"

"Umm... I thought, Toner, that from last year, hookups happen very fast. Or are you just jealous you never had one?" Alex barks back. The rest of the house laughs at that, to which Toner blushes and stammers before he talk again.

"Moving on!" Toner ends the laughter. "Scott, at the beginning of the week, we saw you had brought drugs into the house. Care to explain?"

"I only brought the one thing of weed," Scott says. "I'm out. Besides, I only use it for when I'm stressed out and that rarely happens."

"It's true," Blake says. "Scott is someone who hardly ever gets stressed let alone a headache."

"Whatever," Toner rolls his eyes. "It's time for this week's weigh in. This week, the team who gained more weight gets immunity, but the pair who gained the least amount of weight on the losing team will be sent home. Victor, you're up first." Victor gets up and goes into the hallway and steps on the scale.

"Nice," he says. It's 519; a gain of four pounds. He stays off and as he passes Joel, he flicks him in the nose.

"So immature," Joel mutters. He gets on the scale and reads it. 530; a gain of only one pound.

+10 pounds: Johnny, Sandy, Albert

+9 pounds: Walter

+8 pounds: James, Blake, Scott, Roger

+4 pounds: Joe, Monroe, Pierre

+2 pounds: Boomer, Edward

+1 pound: Anthony, Tom

-1 pound: Alex

"That was the slowest weigh in... ever!" Toner whines. "But, at least we have a winner, the team who wins is..." Alex's chest grows heavy has lost another pound this week. Sandy and Albert feel confident since they gained ten pounds each. Boomer leans over and kisses Joe on the cheek. "... the grey team. Again." The members of the grey team cheer as the green team groans.

"Oh man! We just voted out one of our teammates and we ate all day, and we lose again?!" Johnny asks.

"Afraid so," Toner says, "this week, I'm a little intrigued by the weight gained because... there's a tie for last place." The eight members of the green team only get more anxious and fearful. "The pairs marked for elimination are... Boomer & Joe and Pierre & Edward. Alex, Johnny, James, Monroe, you are all safe." Boomer holds Joe's paw. Pierre just looks at Edward with a nervous look.

"I'm scared," Joe whispers into Boomer's ear.

"Don't be," he says back.

"So, to break the tie, we're gonna look at last week's scores," Toner says. "Which means, the pair heading home is... Pierre & Edward." They pin their ears down and Boomer & Joe relax. They're safe, for now.

"Well, this stinks," Pierre says. Him and Edward get up and go to the front door. They wave goodbye as they open the door and shut it behind them, leaving 16 players left in the game.

***

Pierre and Edward walk down the porch steps and up to Toner, who shakes paws with both of them. "It's good to meet you boys," Toner says.

"You too," Edward says. All three of them take a seat.

"So, you boys entered the house 15 days ago with hopes of winning the million dollars," Toner says, "obviously you two lost and will not be returning but I do have to ask: what were you gonna do with the money once you won?"

"Well, we were discussing going back to college for our honor's degree in mechanical engineering," Pierre says. "But now we can't do that so, who knows where life's going to take us next."

"Don't get us wrong, we're dedicated gainers," Edward says, "but we were hoping to use that money for our education so we could get better jobs and better pay."

"You two have seen last season and now that you've experienced it firsthand, is it harder than it appears?" Toner asks.

"It really is," Edward says, "you have to literally keep eating and gaining weight just to be sure you'll be safe another week."

"However, we do look a little bigger than we did before we entered the house so that's a personal victory, right?" Pierre asks.

"Right." Toner rolls his eyes. "Well, it's been fun seeing you two play this game but you two are heading home, but as a consolation, you do get these." He hands them both $100 gift cards to Bob Evan's.

"Awesome. Thank you," Edward says, tucking the cards away in his pocket. Him and Pierre get up from the seats and walk away.

"Four gainers down, only sixteen remain," Toner says, "which pair will go down next week? And can the green team ever turn this thing around? Find out next week on... Gainer's Paradise!"