So this is in relation to what inspired my story “how Jack got fat”:
Sorry im not great with punctuation. I had a neighbor named Jack he’s not my neighbor anymore. But while he was I went through a breakup. I had told him that if he wanted to get girls in this area he needed to hit the gym more and get rid of all this (then I had patted his middle). He was much softer than he was when I first met him. And he had argued that the dad bod was in. I had said that he should deal with it now cause he was only 23 plus it would take so little effort to get back in shape. He said he was simply sick of working out after being an athlete for so long. And yeah so I honestly was very turned on catching glimpses of his softness. I started paying more attention to his habits once I patted his middle. I told him that some girls actually like big guys. I kinda went into a weird mode of explaining that I liked guys typically for their smell and their voice over body. And at one point after getting weirdly close with him we ended up cuddling a lot. And I noticed he had started eating more. He clothes seemed a bit tighter. I knew he had already eaten when I came over or when he came over. But still I hadn’t and if I ordered food I would ask if he wanted something because it made it cheaper when deals were going on. He always said yes. He would Venmo for the food. If I made food or tried out recipes he always ate some or ate the stuff I didn’t like. He kept commenting on how he had gained weight. He would randomly tug up his shirt and rub his stomach. I would pretend to not be interested. But I honestly couldn’t look away. And we eventually ended up making out when we got high together. And I of course couldn’t help but grab his middle. I think he started eating more to try to get my attention. It worked. I even noticed that his ass was overflowing his boxers a bit more. He still kept his broad shoulders and strong back and nice chest albeit a bit softer. But it was just he was more substantial and softer. There was more to hold onto and more that rolled over his waistband. We ended up sleeping together on a regular basis. He would get weird about his belly but still wouldn’t stop eating like shit. It was hot to feel him grow but yeah I still felt guilty. I’m pretty sure he just got carried away or maybe it was just getting comfortable. It drove me crazy when he would over do it. He would go change into sweatpants or those shorts guys always have. I loved feeling his fat beneath my fingers. He got mad at one point because he said he stopped trying to workout cause he already knew he was going to get laid so why should he try. He said he got complacent. I had told him that he shouldn’t have done that because it wasn’t a serious relationship. So it didn’t end well. But it was fun to see his clothes getting tighter. I still feel guilty. But just I don’t know now it kinda drives me crazy when someone talks about their clothes getting tighter. I just think of their belly rolling over their waistbands. Or I think about that time at the beach where I came up behind him and grabbed at his waist and how soft and doughy he was. I would have loved to see him gain more and enjoy it fully but sadly that didn’t happen. But I’m not the one who made him gain weight. He did that on his own. I feel bad though cause I didn’t realize how much he liked me. But still though that dude put weight on fast. It was fun to play with.
Sorry im not great with punctuation. I had a neighbor named Jack he’s not my neighbor anymore. But while he was I went through a breakup. I had told him that if he wanted to get girls in this area he needed to hit the gym more and get rid of all this (then I had patted his middle). He was much softer than he was when I first met him. And he had argued that the dad bod was in. I had said that he should deal with it now cause he was only 23 plus it would take so little effort to get back in shape. He said he was simply sick of working out after being an athlete for so long. And yeah so I honestly was very turned on catching glimpses of his softness. I started paying more attention to his habits once I patted his middle. I told him that some girls actually like big guys. I kinda went into a weird mode of explaining that I liked guys typically for their smell and their voice over body. And at one point after getting weirdly close with him we ended up cuddling a lot. And I noticed he had started eating more. He clothes seemed a bit tighter. I knew he had already eaten when I came over or when he came over. But still I hadn’t and if I ordered food I would ask if he wanted something because it made it cheaper when deals were going on. He always said yes. He would Venmo for the food. If I made food or tried out recipes he always ate some or ate the stuff I didn’t like. He kept commenting on how he had gained weight. He would randomly tug up his shirt and rub his stomach. I would pretend to not be interested. But I honestly couldn’t look away. And we eventually ended up making out when we got high together. And I of course couldn’t help but grab his middle. I think he started eating more to try to get my attention. It worked. I even noticed that his ass was overflowing his boxers a bit more. He still kept his broad shoulders and strong back and nice chest albeit a bit softer. But it was just he was more substantial and softer. There was more to hold onto and more that rolled over his waistband. We ended up sleeping together on a regular basis. He would get weird about his belly but still wouldn’t stop eating like shit. It was hot to feel him grow but yeah I still felt guilty. I’m pretty sure he just got carried away or maybe it was just getting comfortable. It drove me crazy when he would over do it. He would go change into sweatpants or those shorts guys always have. I loved feeling his fat beneath my fingers. He got mad at one point because he said he stopped trying to workout cause he already knew he was going to get laid so why should he try. He said he got complacent. I had told him that he shouldn’t have done that because it wasn’t a serious relationship. So it didn’t end well. But it was fun to see his clothes getting tighter. I still feel guilty. But just I don’t know now it kinda drives me crazy when someone talks about their clothes getting tighter. I just think of their belly rolling over their waistbands. Or I think about that time at the beach where I came up behind him and grabbed at his waist and how soft and doughy he was. I would have loved to see him gain more and enjoy it fully but sadly that didn’t happen. But I’m not the one who made him gain weight. He did that on his own. I feel bad though cause I didn’t realize how much he liked me. But still though that dude put weight on fast. It was fun to play with.
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