Gay dude gettin fatter and luvin it (early 40s millennial; SW: 160; CW: 260; GW: 325… or more?); also into hyper muscle stuff. Posting horny thoughts and stuff i like... comments and messages just make me fatter, so u kno wut to do. Nsfw/18+
I remember this phase… bmi so close to obesity but some room left to be like “so wut, i look like most guys now”… and now my bmi is over 37 lol. Keep it up, bro!
Heading to Europe soon and i started thinkin about how i feel so much fatter over there. The seats are smaller, the clothes are smaller, the food portions are smaller... makes me feel like i gained 50 lbs on the flight over lol. Can't wait to feel like a bigger fatass than i already am!
You look up at me. Your fingertips graze my skin. There's nothing but love in your dark, happy eyes. "I'm so fucking lucky," you say.
"You're lucky? Seriously?" I've never been more certain than in this moment (now that our guests have left and all the wedding craziness is finally behind us) that my new husband is the most wonderful, handsome man in the world. I don't deserve you, and yet you make me feel like I do.
"Fuck yeah," you say. "You know what my family told me today? Literally every single person said, 'He's a keeper. You lucked out. Don't fuck it up, Lu.' Stuff like that."
I smile. "My family said the same thing. They still can't believe that I landed such a hottie."
"For a short guy," you mumble, pulling your hands away.
I know the height difference bothers you, especially considering our... well, our bedroom dynamics. Your personality, your power, is so much bigger than your 5'6" size.
But it sucks that your let that one thing distract you from everything else. Your face. Your rock-hard body. Your... size where it matters.
"Shut up," I joke. "You are so much hotter than me. I can't tell you what I'd give to have a body like yours."
It's a weird thing to say, and I regret it instantly. This is our first night as a married couple. Why am I ruining the moment by comparing body types?
You think for a minute. You glance down at my scrawny waist. "What's stopping you?"
"Huh?"
"Babe, your husband's a personal trainer. If you wanna bulk up, all you have to do is ask."
I like the suggestion. Firming up a little will make me feel less self-conscious. But... I don't know. Are you just saying this because you want me to be less of a stick-thin scarecrow? I mean, I'm seven inches taller than you but we're the exact same weight. You're solid muscle and I'm nothing.
Maybe you want me to change.
And maybe I want to change, too.
"Okay," I say. "I'd like that."
You laugh. My instant agreement surprises you. "Um, sure. But don't think that I'll be easy on you just because you're so cute. If you want me to train you, then I'm gonna train you." You get on your toes and kiss me.
"Do you worst."
***
We stroll together through the resort courtyard. The lanterns light up your handsome face.
It feels so nice to be back here. I can't believe it's been a whole year since our wedding. The place hasn't changed at all. You haven't changed, obviously.
Me, however...
Your warm hand glides down my bare back. Then it goes where it always does, into my sweatpants, cupping my growing ass.
The courtyard is empty, so I'm not embarrassed. But even if we were surrounded by people, I wouldn't feel embarrassed. You do this all the fucking time. You love feeling me jiggle.
"Happy anniversary, Lu," I whisper.
You squeeze my cheek. "Happy anniversary."
We walk like this for a while, your fingers molding my cheek and occasionally drifting... deeper. You're teasing me, getting me ready for everything you want to do to me when we get back to the hotel room.
We make it to the lobby. I'm about to head inside (you got me more than ready), but you grab my arm. I guess you wanna stay out here a little while longer.
"What's up?" I ask.
Your expression turns serious. "Remember when we were here last time?"
"Yeah?" How could I forget? We barely left the bed. Which is why I'm aching to get back upstairs. I want you. Now.
"Remember when we were on the balcony? And you said you wanted me to train you?"
Wow. That feels like so long ago.
We made all these plans. Workout routines. Meal plans. You kept reminding me that you weren't gonna go easy on me just because we were married.
Well, that didn't work out. Obviously. Every time I asked for a break, you gave in. I stuck to your meal plan, but because it always left me hungry, I started snacking between meals, something I'd never done before.
And now, a year later, I've gained just over 50 pounds, none of it muscle. I can lift a little more on the bench press, but that's about it. I've given up on trying to get your body, and I've settled into the curvier, softer shape that I'm growing into.
"Yeah. Best laid plans, right?"
You avoid my eyes. "Are you happy?"
"What?"
"Being back here, I keep thinking... I feel like I failed you. You wanted my help and I sort of..."
I grab your hands and pull them to my wide hips. "Lu. Do you like my body?"
You bite your lip. You don't need to answer, because you show me your answer every day. Sometimes multiple times a day.
"I'm happy," I whisper. "You're made for muscles, and I'm not. That's just how it is."
After all our time together, of you showing me your love, I've lost all my self-doubt. I could get as big as a house and you'd still love me.
Sure, we get looks sometimes. The muscle-bound short king and his tall, pear-shaped husband. But I don't care because you don't care.
Relief washes over your face. You pinch my sides. "Okay. Let's go upstairs."
***
I flop onto the bench. I need to sit again. It was a nice stroll, but this courtyard feels so much bigger now. I can't handle this much walking.
You join me. "Good thinking," you say as your hand rubs my thigh. "Gotta save your energy for when we get back to the room."
It's our fourth anniversary, and our first time back to the resort since I passed 350. The place is under new management now, so our room is a little nicer. This courtyard, though, it looks exactly the same.
"Four years," you say. "Can you believe it?" Your hand moves from my thigh to my belly. You're barely touching it, just enough to make me tremble.
"I don't think the concierge recognized me," I joke.
"Us," you correct, poking your slightly softer middle. You're still thick and muscly, but some of my bad habits are sticking to you. Now that you're actively growing me, it was bound to happen. And with your shortness, the extra 30 pounds are pretty obvious.
You still work at the gym, but you got promoted to manager. More desk time and spreadsheets. Less pressure to stay fit.
I know you like it. You play with your own beginner-belly almost as much as you play with my wobbling apron.
But not right now. Right now, your hands are all over me.
"Wanna go upstairs?" I whisper.
"We could," you say with a loving moob-squeeze. "But I think we should hit the restaurant before it closes. I wanna fill you up first."
You say that, but I know you're gonna join in.
Then you help me to my feet and lead me back inside. I'm hungry and happy and more in love than ever.
The End
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Cant believe i have a 54in belly now... i feel like such a fat pig lol. It was only 50in last time i checked... no wonder my clothes are feeling tighter these days. Now i cant stop thinking about hitting 60in...
Summary: Marco is a cocky jock used to coasting through life on his good looks. His stepbrother Jared has always been fat, and teasing him about it is Marco’s favourite pastime. But when Jared starts slimming down, Marco’s latest scheme (sabotaging Jared’s diet) comes back to bite him in a big way.
This story owes a huge debt to “Neighbors” by Anonymous. I couldn’t match that story’s rapid-fire pace, but I do think I did justice to the narrator’s snarky tone.
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I’m one of those guys who can eat whatever he wants. It’s true—my whole life I’ve had this amazing metabolism. I ate like a pig all through high school, and I had the best body in that place. Probably because I played so many sports.
My stepbrother, Jared, wishes he could eat like me and look as good as I do. Dude is so lazy, and so damn fat. The only exercise he gets is lifting a fork and getting up for seconds. I don’t know where he gets it—my stepdad keeps in pretty good shape; he’s a pretty good looking dude, all around. My mom definitely could have done worse.
It happend dude… my big fat butt got stuck in a chair at lunch today and lifted it wen i got up lol saw this hot guy try not to laugh so now im a lil 😈
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