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Today I have reached another milestone; I am over 700lbs. 702 lbs to be exact. Have I always been this big? Do I like being this big? How is it like being this big? I am sure all those questions are going through your mind. Some of you may feel disgust for me and for my size and label me as a lardass, a fatass, a lazy idiot or whatever name you may wish to call me. Trust me, I have heard those and other worst ones before… but do I care? No! |
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That would mean you've gained over 30 pounds -- a pound a day! In the mirrors you discover it's only too true. The overhead and side mirrors show that your ass has really spread. Your cheeks look like two oversize moons -- an exaggerated bubble butt. Turning your attention to Cliff, you notice that he's enraptured by your new belly. He's standing at your side, tracing the pronounced bulge of your belly with his hand. |
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You had to admit it: you looked great. At 6 feet and 170 pounds, you were quite a hunk. The winter of hard work at the gym had paid off. Your waist had shrunk a couple of inches (finally!) to 30, while your chest was a cool, wide 44. Your stomach, if not a washboard, was at least rock-hard; and this was particularly gratifying. When you gained weight, it always seemed to settle in your gut, making it round and a little flabby. |
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Dave flipped through the piles of clothes, looking for something to catch his eye. He loved shopping in second hand stores and op-shops, always searching for a bargain. Dave was a solid 280 pounds, and he often found good clothes in larger sizes in these places, and much cheaper than in 'big and tall' stores. Since he had started gaining twelve months before, these shops had saved him a heap of money as he continually updated (and upsized) his wardrobe. |
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When I graduated from the university I was 335 pounds at 8% body fat. After five years in the NFL I was 360 and 9% body fat. The management was sorry to see me go, but the coaches and five other players were happy to have me investing for them. Jered, when he graduated was 270 pounds and 5% body fat. He played six years and was 280 and 7% body fat when he quit. It was harder for him to keep his weight down. At 28 he found it harder to keep up, and decided enough was enough.
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Author: Barazion |
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Date: 2012-10-21
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I first met Jered when we were both 18. The summer of 1998. That first football camp at a division 1A school was an eye opener. Jered was a jet black man. Standing 6’4” tall and some muscularity. I met him at the initial weigh in. He weighed 215 pounds. Jered’s body was like a relief map showing all the muscles and veins except for his head he looked to be hairless. His butt was like two globes stuck on his backside. He was a classic power back. I wanted to look at the equipment up front, but didn’t dare blow my cover. I’m Roy, at that time I stood 6’3” and weighed 257 pounds. I had muscles, but there was also some padding over them. I also was one of the hairiest men on the entire line. I also had a huge butt, and thighs like tree trunks. My shoulders were heavy and my neck like a pillar. I played offensive line. My job was to make holes for men like Jered to run through.
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Author: Barazion |
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Date: 2012-10-21
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Hondo stared into the mirror, the natural plumpness of his lips amplified by his dismayed pout. He ran a hand through his thick, chocolate brown hair, heaving a heavy sigh as his other hand moved down over the smooth curve of his belly. He was fat. It was undeniable. His pecs, while never very developed, had started to swell and sag under their own weight. His stomach, once flat although not particularly defined, bulged over the waistband of his briefs, at the moment the only clothes he wore and the only clothes the still fit moderately comfortably. A soft layer of fat had begun to have a generally softening effect on his entire frame, rounding his face, doubling his chin, and so forth. |
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I’d been playing for about an hour when I heard a knock on the door. I ambled as casually as I could to the door, opening it to find a trendily-dressed Noel outside it. I smiled, pleased to see him, but also slightly enjoying the still-not-quite-conscious expression on his freshly scrubbed face. He’d opted for the layered look, a black t-shirt over a white long-sleeved shirt, blue jeans and, of course, his faithful beret. His wardrobe seemed a bit snug, particularly around his chest and belly and waist (not that I was complaining), and I wondered if he’d be due for an upgrade in clothing size soon. |
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On our weekly game night I found my modest apartment overtaken by half-a-dozen gamers. Between parents, neighbors, room-mates or significant others, circumstances conspired to make my home our groups’ sole gaming location. Maybe it was the late hours and occasional bouts of not-so-quiet activity. But living alone and maintaining a cordial, if distant, relationship with my neighbors, I was free to have company at my leisure. |
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Jeremy’s suggestion made total sense. After all how hard could it be for Michael to go up to the guy and say hi, aren’t you this guy I used to go school with? In theory it seemed quite simple, now would Michael be able to do it? That was the real question! Would the next day be the day for that to happen? Sleep called and Michael had to go to sleep, he did need to get up early the next day and it was already 1 am. "Damn!” - Michael cursed, looking at the time - "I overslept again!”
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Author: MatLuvGut |
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Date: 2012-10-21
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Once again he saw him!! "Wow!” - he though - "what a great way to start my day!!” Michael was really euphoric!! Though he couldn’t do or say a thing. He was too shy to do anything at all but look, and look in a rush... He didn’t know what to say or do if the guy caught him staring at him. That surely would be an embaracing thing. One thing Michael knew for sure, that guy was HOT!
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Author: MatLuvGut |
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Date: 2012-10-21
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I struggled to sit upright, hampered by the sheer size of my middle and by big limbs that didn't seem to want to bend. Once propped up on fat elbows, it came evident how big I was. The bed was a large double one, and I was taking up a large part of it. |
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Wow, the hottest guy I had ever met had just asked me back to his place, and I couldn't believe what I was about to say. "Chris, as much as I want to," I began, "I never go home with someone on the first date. Especially if I really want to have a second date." I looked at him apprehensively, hoping he wouldn't react badly. He looked a bit down for a second, then he smiled and looked into my eyes. "Okay Dave, I respect that," he replied, "And believe me, I really want another date too." |
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But as I saw him more often, a few mornings each week, and occasionally on the bus on the way home, I started to take more interest. He was tall, over 6 feet, and I would say 270 pounds plus, though I'm not good at guessing. I thought he was maybe in his early 30's, with a buzz cut that showed the slight roll of flesh around the back of his head that I really dig, and a similarly short beard. His face was attractive, and he always looked very smart in dress pants and a tightly-tucked shirt that clung to the belly that poked out over his belt. I always thought I preferred really big guys, but this guy really appealed to me. |
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He picked me up at the bar on a dare from his friends. "Go over and proposition the fat f**er. With that much fat they’ll never know if you are in them. Who cares if it is male or female. I mean how can you tell at that weight? Why can’t the hippos stay out of sight, disgusting!” He never had fat sex before, but I don’t think he will go back anytime soon. |