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Spent the entire day like this at the water park yesterday. Relaxed gut, not sucking in and internally laughing at the guys I could see actively sucking in their own pudge. Only thing missing was some of you hanging out with me or bringing me pizza and beer as an apology for staring at this sexy gut. 😏
Some people tried to give me nasty looks, but you know what I did…I squared up and stared right back, and gave them a look of defiance. Not one person said anything and they all looked away shyly.
Be confident in your fat. Wear it with pride. Don’t let anyone tell you different.
Trying on these old clothes was a StrUGgle
It's my birthday!! And I broke a new highest weight!
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(Edit: Fixed the playback speed, sorry ‘bout dat.)
Papa Bear Gets Stuffffed
Inspired by my str8 crush...
Max back in the glory days of NC's Restaurant. Inexpensive, excellent food in infamous amounts that really stuck to one’s ribs. Imagine three young children that could barely focus on anything but video games, much less being totally bored in a restaurant while their early-30’s daddy was still packing around his empathy weight from his wife’s most recent pregnancy, and even though it was now tighter than hell, he still wore the shirt his mother-in-law had given him “PLEASE FEED THE PAPA BEAR”. Max was always first to finish at any meal, always looking around for more with that “you gonna eat that?” question in his blue eyes. Of course, he’d already inhaled half of the nachos appetizer, his half-pound burger platter, and washed it all down his gullet with hedonistic bucketfuls of Mountain Dew. The young Papa Bear leaned back in his seat to give his Thanksgiving-tested-and-proven stomach all the space it needed to swell as he glanced around and took stock of the neglected platters of food sitting in front of each of his fidgeting children.
His eldest son Jake reached over and pushed a bass-toned belch out of his father’s firm round belly. “Aren’t you going to eat your burger?” Papa Bear inquired of the bored little boy. “Well, we might have to pack it up and take it home,” he joked.
“No, daddy. Why don’t you eat it?”
Barely missing a beat, the father’s empty plate was exchanged for a nearly full one, and despite the fact that Papa Bear already had more than an average person’s meal inside his gut, he happily continued eating with impressive efficiency. Looking through admiring eyes from across the table at her growing daddy, Papa Bear’s one and only daughter smiled with glee as she watched him gorge himself. Belly even bigger and t-shirt smooth and stretched tight, Papa Bear lazily rolled back in his seat again for another rest and a big muffled burp. The ledge on top of his fat round bulge had become more pronounced, and his middle sported much more rounded sides after polishing off Jake's meal, and Max was starting to feel the effects of his typical gluttony. “Ooffff.. I think I might be getting… full!”
It was hard to mistake Max's advanced size from any direction, and other daddy types, boyfriends, and food-pushing female types began to take notice of his adept gluttony.
“More, Daddy?” offered Megan from across the table with a sweet little smile. Jake thumped Papa Bear’s swollen belly, sounding it out like a very large ripe watermelon. “Hee hee yeah, Megan. Feed the Papa Bear!” Max tried to suck in his stomach to no avail as a young couple across the way stared while Jake smacked his expanding gut. "Pop’s belly is getting big!!”
Unfazed by his midsection’s outbound progress, Max stuffed in Megan's more-than-generous pile of chicken fingers and onion rings as his ample belly got bigger and bigger. “Uh-oh… I’m getting so … full!” Papa Bear batted his eyelashes and groaned as he felt the skin on his stomach stretch taut and begin to itch. Max now appeared to have swallowed a beach ball and the resultant heft jutted out distantly under his plump pecs. More eyes were on Max's Buddha-like presence with reactions ranging from amusement to worry. A younger daddy type with a full round gut and a container of leftovers in one hand nodded at Max as he wobbled his way out after he’d given up finishing his one kid’s meal on top of his and part of his wife’s.
Max's middle child Cyrus got up from his chair, gathered up his plate, and walked around the back of his father’s seat to take the side opposite Jake. The mischievous little boy slapped Papa Bear’s belly where it bulged out farthest. “Ooof!!” Max emitted after being surprised; releasing a string of belches as Cyrus kept getting in some well-placed slaps on his father’s enormously full belly. Cyrus proudly looked at Jake, “I’m making room so the rest of my hamburger will fit in daddy’s belly!”
Jake smiled at his younger brother, “…but will it fit?! Daddy is already so big, though.”
Cyrus was committed though, “We have to fatten Daddy up like Grandma does on Sundays!” And not too long after deciding to force-feed his Papa Bear one last dinner plateful, he succeeded. Somehow, Cyrus had pushed the remainder of his near-adult-sized burger into his painfully full supersized father and then dared pour the rest of a large glass of Mountain Dew down his gullet to clear his palate. Max sat there with a dazed look in his sleepy blue eyes as he arched his back as much as possible to stretch his impressively round and most swollen gut. Jake and Cyrus watched their overfull Papa Bear’s facial expressions as they rubbed his solid round sphere, and the boys were somewhat frustrated that they couldn’t push in on their father’s overloaded stomach — it was simply an immovable object.
Their regular waiter came over, surveyed the size of Max's colossal swollen belly, and started picking up the dishes. “Well, we’re all members of the clean plate club, aren’t we?” he said, staring at over-overfed daddy’s spherical gut after having watched his unchecked gluttony from a distance, “did we save any room for dessert?” he queried marveling at the sheer size and perfectly rotund ball of fattened flesh. “Or are you maybe just a burger past the bursting point?”
“There’s always room for pie!” Megan exclaimed, remembering her daddy’s favorite saying after stuffing himself immobile at utterly indulgent holiday meals.
“There might not always be,” cautioned Mary, who sat directly across from her beloved husband thinking back on the timeline of his hundred pound weight gain. Mary couldn’t remember the last time Max's stomach was so immense, and she was dumbfounded by how round he was on the sides. He literally looked blown up like a big balloon. “Daddy’s belly looks like it’s gonna POP!”
The waiter chuckled under his breath as he watched Max squirm a bit with such a weighty decision. “Well, you know you want a nice big piece of homemade apple pie topped with a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream… I mean, you totally earned it — clean plates club and all…”
After the waiter left, Max let out another man-sized belch, quickly covering his mouth once he realized how loud it must have been from the looks he received from the nearby tables. “I’m stuffffff-ffff-ffffed,” Max managed to get out, “Daddy ate too much — way too much. Again. You guys are gonna have to roll me to the car.” The kids giggled as they watched Papa Bear rub his mountainous belly in circles.
Cyrus took to slapping his Papa Bear’s stomach again. “Fat Dad!”
Megan came over and put her arms around as much of her Daddy’s belly as she could and gave the top of it a sweet little kiss. Giving her Papa Bear a break from Cyrus' nonstop slapping, she rested her little chin on top of his belly ledge and hugged him as tightly as she could before going back to her seat.
The waiter appeared with the threatened dessert and Max tried to wave him off before being assured that it was complimentary. “Enjoy!” The waiter smiled and poked Max's solid stomach right under his spread rib cage. “It’s the perfect topping for tonight’s big ol’ bellyful.”
Mary looked back and forth at the size of the piece of pie with the giant scoop of ice cream and her husband’s immense sphere full of dinners. “Do you really think that is going to fit in your belly? I can tell from over here that you’re on overload now!”
“I know,” Max admitted, swallowing hard to keep all of the food and Mountain Dew down, and scratching his belly ball up the middle. “But it looks so damn yummy!” Max was doomed to attempt the warm pie and melting ice cream treat. “Well, okay,” Mary said, “don’t POP!”
Max tried to lean forward a bit to get at his dessert, but his gut had swollen too much after the third child had stuffed in his unwanted meal. He lifted up the dessert plate, realized that it wasn’t just a big portion that it was also pretty heavy, and started spooning it into his mouth — salivating all the time.
Bound and determined to finish the whole thing, Max grunted and groaned as his stomach maxed out under his painfully pushed-out ribs. The waiter returned with the check and whistled at the size of Max's completely distended belly. Poking Max twice where he bulged the most, almost testing to see if he’d burst, the waiter smiled and said, “Woof… Papa Bear got himself one biiiiig full belly now!”
The waiter helped shift the table so that Max didn’t have to try to push his chair back too far to get up after his utterly overindulgent collection of meals. Taking probably a whole minute, Max thanked all of the squats he’d done in the gym and pressed himself forward and up off of his chair. He tugged at the hem of his Papa Bear t-shirt to smooth out the line and have the bottom of the shirt hang off the farthest circumference, and make sure that people couldn’t tell that his shorts were unbuttoned. When he turned to head toward the door, the heft of his protruding overstuffed belly caused him to temporarily lose his balance. Quickly recovering once he realized what had happened, Max began to wobble his way to the door after his family had lined up like ducks in front of him. With his thick muscled arms out and swinging gently by his sides, Max tried to suck in his enormous gut, but it was simply more than he could manage.
Max went up to pay the bill, and the host was most happy to see him up close and personal after watching him enjoy his lengthy dinner with his family. “And how was everything, sir?”
Max grunted trying to fish his wallet out of his back pocket and bumped the host podium with his big belly. Running his hand down the front of his round firm belly, Max admitted that he had eaten way too much. The host smiled as he read “PLEASE FEED THE PAPA BEAR” as the letters were distorted a bit by the stretching of Max's old favorite t-shirt. “Well, everyone enjoys a well-fed Papa Bear,” the host assured him and poked him a couple times in his swollen belly. Max giggled like the Pillsbury Doughboy as the host kept poking his belly. “You come back and see us soon, Papa Bear. We’ll keep that belly too full.”
Daddy wants some Ice Cream and a belly rub