Jordan won 6 million dollars on his 21st birthday. The young stud had no idea the turn his life would take when he and his friends booked a couple nights in Las Vegas to celebrate turning 21. It happened late one evening when most of the group was already passed out drunk, but Jordan and his friend Nicky decided to grab another round and hit the casino.
They were nearing blackout drunk when Jordan stumbled into a seat in front of a slot machine, entered a bill, and pulled the lever. A sobering barrage of lights, and music followed, then a crowd formed, and everyone was shouting at him. He didnāt believe what everyone was saying. He was a millionaire? No way. After about ten minutes an old man appeared with a giant cardboard check that read $6,000,000. Jordan was in utter disbelief.
The next few months of Jordanās life was a whirlwind filled with paperwork, exorbitant taxes, lawyers, and some hefty purchases. Jordan did as most would in that position, quit his job, paid off loans, helped out his mom, bought a new house, and most of all: partied. Jordan went to all the hottest clubs in LA almost nightly. He bought bottle service, boys, drugs, fancy dinners, everything a young gay man who grew up middle class could dream of. Life was good.
Although, there were some down sides to his newfound lifestyle. Jordan discovered that friends new and old were becoming sycophantic, leading him to question everyoneās motives. In addition to this paranoia, Jordan couldnāt find the energy to keep up with his gym routine. He was always hungover or tired or hungry. Plus, why bother working out when all he had to do was flash some money to get a boy in bed? This, coupled with all the partying, wining and dining, meant that Jordanās physique began to soften. Like most men in LA, Jordan used to be a total gym rat, attending almost daily. He had defined pecs, massive arms, and had almost achieved a six pack before winning the jackpot.
Jordan was aware he had gained some weight, but he wasnāt too concerned. This changed one evening when he was scrolling through Grindr for a quick blow job. He was chatting up a cute twink and trading dick pics, getting hard and stroking a bit. The twink asked for a full body shot so Jordan stumbled to the mirror and took a photo while stroking himself. He sucked in his gut and made sure the angle made his dick look massive. āOh sorry, not my type,ā the twink responded. Jordan was immediately irritated. How dare he turn down a hot millionaire? After an initial fit of rage, Jordan asked what his type was. The twink said: āI like fit guys, not into chubs really.ā
Jordanās stomach dropped as he was flooded with insecurity. Ā He stood up and began examining himself in the mirror. It was true, he had a beer belly puffing out several inches from his midsection and flanked by love handles. His gut was big enough to grab a handful of flab and give it a hearty shake. How did this happen? He turned around to see that his underwear no longer fully concealed his ass, leaving a meaty crack exposed. He pulled down the boxer briefs and squeezed one cheek, watching as cellulite dimples spread down to his thighs. āWhatever,ā he said to aloud to himself, āIām rich.ā Jordan proceeded to wack off to a porno, ordering a gourmet pizza after he shot his load.
A couple months later Jordan was alone in his loft, stoned, horny and bored. A commercial on the TV reminded him of one of his old fuck buddies, a model named Brent. He found Brentās number in his phone and scheduled a dick appointment. Brent mentioned that heād heard about the jackpot, congratulating Jordan and saying that heād love to reconnect. Jordan knew he was only interested in the money and hoped Brent wouldnāt get clingy. When the young model arrived, Jordan answered the door in sweatpants and a hoodie. Brent was dressed very stylishly and toting an expensive bottle of wine.
āI like theā¦ all sweats look,ā Brent said bitchily. āDid you just get done working out?ā
āUh yeah,ā Jordan said, even though he couldnāt remember the last time he went to gym or even showered.
They popped the bottle of wine and chatted on the couch. Jordan grew bored almost instantly. All people ever wanted to talk was the jacpot. Heād get the same questions ad nauseum and his responses began to feel rehearsed. They killed the bottle of wine pretty fast with Jordan drinking most of it. He lumbered to the wine fridge and brought out another one. An hour passed and the men were getting drunk and touchy-feely. Jordan was tipsy and leaning hornily towards Brent, not realizing his belly had spilled out of his sweatshirt. After a few moments of sexual tension, he finally planted a wet one on the young man.
Brent giggled and said, āI totally wanna fuck but I think I may be a tad too drunk. I didnāt eat today, would you have like crackers or something?ā
āYou want food?ā Jordanās eyes lit up.
āJust a nibble, nothing big.ā
āNo no let me buy you something nice.ā
Jordan pulled out his phone and ordered an exorbitant spread on ubereats that arrived sooner than expected. Brent was flabbergasted by the amount of food that arrived, figuring theyād end up throwing half of it away. Jordan dug right in, chomping down on buffalo wings, pasta, and cake for desert while Brent nibbled at a salad. In the meantime, another bottle of red wine had been cracked and nearly emptied. Jordan was a machine that would not stop. Once the food was nearly gone, Jordan laid back on the couch with his hands behind his head, gut bloated and exposed.
āCome sit on daddyās lapā he said to Brent.
Brent followed orders and was surprised to feel just how beefy Jordan had become since he got rich. Brent was used to hardened muscles and cologne, but the new Jordan was all cushion and wing sauce. Jordanās cock sprung to life under brentās ass. Brent peeled off the manās sweats and lubed his ass up with spit. They fucked for only a few minutes before Jordan blew his load and immediately fell asleep. Dismayed, Brent was left straddling the fattened millionaire, still hard and ready to come. Disgusted by what a selfish hog Jordan had become, Brent let himself out.
A year passed and these sort of encounters became the norm for Jordan. Increasingly, his fuck buddies stopped responding. More and more Jordan began to feel alone and isolated from the rest of the world. Partying became a hollow and boring pursuit. More and more he spent his days at home, smoking weed, watching movies and eating. The gym was a distant memory as his waistline expanded to proportions heād never seen before.
Jordan was fully aware heād grown fat. He struggled to tie his shoes and squeeze into small spaces. His gut formed an ample overhang that hung out of most of his lounge shirts, wavering with each lumbering step to kitchen. His cock was now eclipsed buy a plump fat pad. Even his fingers and toes were becoming puffy. Two years ago stretch marks signified the muscle growth of broadened beefy shoulders, but now they crisscrossed his inner thighs as a clear sign of unhinged gluttony. The biggest surprise was that he barely fit on the toilet anymore, his ass cheeks hung off each side. He found that bidets were a lifesaver. Ā
Late one evening he launched his internet browser and turned on his projector to watch some porn. Gmail came up by default and he noticed an alert for a news article about him. There on PerezHilton.com he saw his gargantuan form on the beach, sucking down daiquaries and lifting his gut to scratch underneath. The headline read āBig Winner even BIGGER.ā He scrolled down to read the comments.
āYouād think he could afford a gym membershipā
āIf i won that much money id get fat too shootā
āDamn who gets stretchmarks on their thighsā
Jordan turned off the projector, sparked a joint, and ordered McDonaldās.
A year later Jordan found himself at the doctor for a routine check up. Nothing he was told surprised him. He was obese. Up two hundred pounds since he was 21. At risk for diabetes, etc. The doctor scolded him, grabbed his overhang and said āthis has got to go, you can afford a trainer.ā The doctor pointed out the stretch marks on his arms, āif you donāt watch it youāll need surgery to get rid of those.ā He even told him to take a shower because his folds smelled. Jordan felt completely humiliated when he piled into the uber and to make things worse he noticed some young girls snapping his photo.
When he got home the images were all over the internet with headlines about how his weight was completely spiralling. His agent called freaking out, telling him he had to leverage this. They were getting calls from Biggest Loser and other reality shows. This was his moment, he was told, he needed to make the most of it. People love a redemption narrative.
Jordan hung up the phone and ordered 3 large pizzas.
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