Written by First Time
For the first time in two months John stepped on the change room scale. “Don’t freak out. You can lose it,” he told himself as he moved the weight across the bar.
It had been eight weeks since his last workout. And even then he was getting chubby. It had been four months since he’d quit working out regularly. Looking down at the gut hanging over his waistband he knew he was a long way from that 32" waist and washboard stomach. From a washboard stomach to… this, John grabbed a roll, “I am fat.” Four months of letting go. Four months of eating and drinking whatever he wanted, when he wanted. He smiled when he thought of the doughnut box sitting on the car outside. Half a dozen gone in the car ride to the gym, it wasn’t the first time. It showed. He patted the gut that pushed out the waistband of his shorts. “Let’s check the damage."
Moving the weight across the bar he added fifteen pounds to his summer weight of 175. The bar didn’t budge. 195, 197, 200, 205. Was that a little jiggle? 208. The bar started to swing. 209, 210. It settled on 211, "Holy fuck. I’ve never weighed more than 190. This is getting serious.”
211 pounds on his 5!10" frame. John checked the mirror behind him. He caught sight of the thick love handles that nestled above the bulging round melons of his ass. His shorts dung to his thick, still muscular thighs. They were at least two sizes too small.
Turning, he took his first good look in four months,. He could still see the jock of four months ago. Barely, His pecs were rounder now and his belly had blossomed into a big round gut that rolled over his shorts. He was sporting a double chin and his whole body had that overfed ex-jock look.
“Hey fatten!” John’s old workout partner Bill swatted his ass sending a ripple John could fee! right through to his gut, “It’s not hard to tell what you’ve been doing with your down time. That’s a lot of beers to build that belly. You’ll never lose that.”
Bill pinched a love handle.
John pushed his buddy away. “Gimme a break. I might’ve put on a few pounds but I’ll lose it.’
"A few!. Looks like two or three dozen to me. Look at those shorts. They’re painted on. And what’s that in them. You must like the new look.”
John covered his hard-on with his towel and reached for his Levi’s. Quickly, he pulled them on. They’d been new two months ago. 34’s, up from his regular 32’s. But now he could just barely wriggle his ass into them now. After tugging for a minute he left the top button undone. “Dude, you are a lard ass.” Bill smiled Look, you want a ride? John stuttered.
“Sure, and let’s grab a bite on the way. It must be an hour since you’ve eaten”
Getting in the car, Bill caught sight of the doughnut box.“ I think the fat man needs a new box. This one’s empty.”
John blushed. “It’s been there a while.”
“Looks pretty fresh to me. I’d say this morning. Don’t worry I was just teasing.” Bill grabbed a roll. “The gut looks good on you. And, so does that” Bill winked at John’s hard cock outlined against his thigh in his skintight Levi’s, “Hey, Let’s pull in here.” Calorie corner. Thai was John’s name for the strip with the burger stand, pizza and doughnut shops lined up one after another. You could put on a couple of pounds just breathing the air around here.
Over the last few months John had done a lot more that breathe the air. He was a regular. At first it was a burger and fries on his way home. Then it was a couple of burgers, the fries, maybe a milkshake. Then he added a half dozen doughnuts,, in case he needed a snack later. Three nights ago he’d added a third burger, to the regular orders and picked up a pizza to go. He’d finished it all and remembered lying dazed in his boxers, his belly jutting out six inches over his waistband. That’s when he decided to get back to the gym.
Bill came back with a huge bag. “Hold these.. I’ll be back in a minute/’
"Where ya going,” But Bill was gone,
John took a peek. He was starving, inside the bag were six double cheeseburgers. “Who’s he kidding? We can’t eat all these.”
But John had downed the first burger before Bill got back with two bags of doughnuts and two large pizzas. “I didn’t think you’d wait. I got some desert and appetizers.”
“This is a joke, right?, I can’t eat all of that.” John was half way through the second burger. He reached for a doughnut.
Bill poked John’s growing gut. “At the rate you’re going it may not survive the ride back to your place.”
“I had a tough workout,” John said defensively, swallowing the last of the fries.
“Who am ! kidding,” he thought. “I didn’t get out of the steam room and all ! could think of was getting some lunch after I was done,” All thoughts of dieting and a new regimen vanished as the smell of the food filled the car.
By the time they reached John’s apartment, there was one burger left. Bill had to beg John to save it for him. Getting out of the car, the second button of John’s Levi’s popped and the gap spread five inches to accommodate John’s bulging gut.
Going up the stairs behind John, Bill’s eyes trailed over the meaty ex-jock in front of him, John’s ass stretched his jeans to the bursting point. And his gut pulled at the front of his T-shirt revealing the deepening bowl of his belly button. As they crossed the threshold with the pizzas, doughnuts and remaining burger, Bill pulled at John’s waistband and the last buttons popped .
John kicked off his jeans in the hallway and wandered over to the fridge in his boxers, his ass and thighs pulling them skin tight. His T-shirt, too small for his pumped belly, revealed 4 inches of gut, “Better get some new clothes if I’m going to have many more days like this. !’!! get us a couple of beers,”
When he brought them into the living room, Bill was down to his Calvin’s. His toned body didn’t have an ounce of fat on it.
“You should try this,” John grabbed a roll on his gut.
“You should try this.” Bill reached for John’s cock and kissed him hard, John’s fat belly, pooched out by the burgers, pressed against Bill’s flat stomach. Each man felt the contrast of the other’s body. Bill slipped his hand under the tight material of John’s shorts.
“Hold on. Let me get you some pizza.”
One pie later it was doughnut time. John felt Bill’s hard, hot cock rock against his belly as he swallowed six, oozing jelly doughnuts. Rolling him over Bill buried the head in John’s wide ass and came in great stuttering spurts,
“Let’s get that other pie.” As John plowed through the last pizza, Bill sucked his cock and massaged John’s stuffed belly. Food., tongue, mouth, gut; it all flowed together as Bill’s tongue worked John’s cock. A shudder ripped through John’s belly and he shot fat gobs of cum.
“You have anything else to do this weekend?” John sat propped against the couch, his robe draped loosely around his ballooning belly. He was so stuffed he couldn’t get anything else on.
“Go out for more pizza and maybe a little ice cream?” Bill slipped his hand under the robe and John’s cock came to attention, “Sounds like a plan..”
