I was a very chubby child (husky-size jeans, picked last in gym level chubby). I hit puberty pretty early in 5th grade and by sixth grade, I was one of the most rail thin kids at the school. I stayed skinny through high school and into college, spending my nights looking at pictures of big fat boys online with envy.
Junior year, I decided enough was enough and I wasn’t getting any younger. I wanted to try gaining, and it was time. I ordered a few cases of VHC (lucking out that I loved the taste) and got to work. Zero working out, doubling, then trying to triple my calorie intake each day, a few Boosts before bed.
The weight came on slow at first, but surely I was starting to show the first signs of letting the college boy gains finally hit me.
After a month or two of committing myself to being a pig, I was getting discouraged. Maybe I just had a body that didn’t gain weight, I thought. Soon enough, right before I threw in the towel…my pants started to feel tight, my shirts started to hang differently…
My hips began rounding out, my little first-15 belly started jutting out further and further, my chest started to feel doughier. I started playing with my newly acquired fat as I laid in bed, effortlessly and immediately turning myself on. I had never been so horny in my life.
The weight kept coming. My extended family made comments (always critical of my thinness, I was “finally filling out” and “looking like a man”). My body was changing rapidly before my eyes, and it only drove me to eat. And eat. And eat.
Within a few months, I needed to size up my clothes. I went from my 28s and Smalls to 30/32s and Mediums and packed my old clothes up in the closet, rendered useless by my own pigginess.
My friends began making comments. My best friend, a chubby guy himself, told me he was glad he wasn’t “the only one” anymore.
My belly started folding over my waistband when I sat, my buttons were straining, and my appetite was only growing and growing for more. I had flipped the switch on and I had no intention on shutting it off.
A few more months. It was undeniable: I was getting fat. Skinny twinks and muscle boys stopped paying attention to me altogether, gainer and encourager boys of my dreams were hitting me up. I graduated to larges to cover up my widening new belly and moobs and, embarrassed, had to ask for a third uniform at work in less than a year.
It was official: I was on the fast track to obesity.
A few more months pass. I’d been gaining for just over a year, but I still needed more. I was a gluttonous pig and would do whatever it took. I chatted with encouragers on grommr who would push me past my limits, taunting me over what I’d done to myself as I shoveled more and more food into my rounding face.
I was officially a fat boy.
118lbs-192lbs in less than two years.
I had no one to blame but myself and my insatiable greed.
Posting a Part 2 soon for my weight loss and muscle journey, but there’s still this fat boy inside me…just waiting for the right man to bring him back onto this muscular frame 😉
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