my story

formative years

Lets just call me Mark.

I was a chubby kid growing up. I don't remember everything all that well. It was a while ago, but this is what I can piece together.

I was always embarrassed about being overweight. My parents always poked fun at me for it. It didn't help that all my weight seemed to go towards my butt, my thighs and legs.
My belly is always the last place to get it's share. I don't gain weight like a typical man. I know by now that if I ever grow a belly, my lower half must be out of control.

At one point, I had gotten so big that my thighs would rub together when I walked, and jiggle as I walked. It was a whole lot of mass shaking back and forth. My thighs made a noise as a I walked.
My pants wouldn't go up over my knees and I remember that I couldn't run as fast as the other kids.

It must have gotten to a critical point because my parents sent me to a basketball camp when I was 11.
I dropped the weight that summer and started 6th grade a changed person. I wasn't slim by any measure of the word, but I got down to a normal size. Over the next few years, I maintained my normal size, still a little big below the belt, but hey, at least I could fit in department store pants. That was a big deal to me.
When highschool came around, I begun to realize that I might not grow any much taller than I already am. I maxed out at 5'7. Kind of small for a guy. Not very athletic, kind of a skinny-fat arrangement. But that didn't stop me from getting a girlfriend.
She was petite, smoking hot. Small boobs, but hey, can't win 'em all. We got along swimmingly, I still remember her fondly.
She thought I was pretty attractive. It was a real confidence booster.

Until I went to Florida one summer and spent 3 months there. I was living with a family of larger people. They always kept cokes on hand and dinners were a big deal. Their kids went to summer school during the days, so I was all alone. I just sat around, watched TV. We didn't really engage in any sports or go out.
Towards the end, I noticed that my shorts were a lot tighter than they were when I first came over.

Fast forward to going back home. I was meeting my girlfriend in a public place. I saw her from a far she waved at me, I waved back. As she got closer to me, she had an expression of shock on her face. She literally screamed: ''OH MY GOD!!'' I didn't get what she was worked up about at the time. She reached out her hand forward and grabbed a hand full of belly. She moved her hands around my torso and felt up my love handles, my hips, my bulging mass, trying to escape my clothes.
''HOW DID YOU GET SO FAT?!'' she screamed. It was clear that she was not pleased.

Over the next few months, I didn't drop the weight. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure I got fatter. My girlfriend wasn't pleased. She was more of a fan of the Calvin Klein model look. It was a stark contrast between us. She was tight, perky, slim, lightweight. All the qualities of a model. I had an ass and thighs like a curvy woman who had let herself go. She kept telling me to drop the weight and she would poke fun at me.
She often called me ''fatty'' or ''fat ass'' when I we were naked. But she was a trooper. She didn't want to break up regardless. She loved me unconditionally.
That's true love you can't find outside of highschool. She was a great girl.
Over the next year, I got fatter and fatter with no end in sight. She didn't leave me for it but she made it absolutely clear that she was not a fan. I knew that she was trying to keep it bottled in but it would come out sometime.
She once came over early in the morning and caught me preparing a giant breakfast.
I had my back to her as she was sitting in the kitchen.
She said ''are you sure you wanna eat all of that?''
I said, ''sure, why not?''
She replied ''because your ass is huge Mark, you have to start watching what you eat!''
I was mortified, but I played it off like it was no big deal. Because I knew my ass was huge. It had always been but lately it was ballooning out of control.

And I was off to college. Start of a new leaf and a long distance relationship.

I know what you're thinking: You gained a bunch of weight in college, right?
A combination of a lack of a motor vehicle and being a broke college student, made it a rough year. Maybe it was for the best. I needed to get a hold on my weight anyway. I was starting to get huge. They say first year of college is always the hardest. I don't know about that.
My entire academic career was kind of a shit show of abject poverty and sleep deprivation.
But one thing was for certain, the pounds melted off.

I was back home for the summer break. Fit as a fiddle. Not in good shape, mind you. It's not like I'm a muscular guy. Just not fat.
My girlfriend seemed to appreciate the new me. After years of being a vaguely fat guy, walking around in bulky clothing to camouflage his fat, it was nice to be able to fit in regular people clothes again. But that wasn't meant to last.

I found out that every time I go home for summer, I get fat. It didn't take too long for me to regain the weight I lost over the year. The rate at which I gained it back was astonishing.
I don't know if it's just the summers or that my metabolism just wants me to be fat but in a matter of weeks, I was fatter than ever.
Neither I, nor my girlfriend could believe how fast I packed it on.
At one point, I think I had gained 25 pounds in just a little over 2 weeks. I wouldn't think that was humanly possible. If I'm being perfectly honest, it's most likely a combination but mostly it's because I ate like crap and didn't move off the couch the whole summer.
Not even to go to the store.

One afternoon, me and my girlfriend had the house all to ourselves. She grabbed me by the hand and took me into the bathroom. I thought we were going to take a sexy shower at first but her mood told me otherwise.
She forcibly took off my clothes. She took my shirt off and swiftly, almost angrily, snatched my pants off. She got me naked as the day I was born.
''Get on the scale!'' she ordered.
I was kind of dumb struck so I just stood there for a second.
To be honest, I didn't want to have to face the music. I knew I had gotten fat. Not chubby, not overweight. Fat.
''On the scale! Let's go!'' she barked.

I stepped on the digital scale. The scale booted up for a second, which felt like a life time. I knew I wasn't going to like what I saw but seeing it wasn't any easier.
The scale read 197.5.

You might be saying, ''oh, that's not that heavy''.

You don't understand. I'm barely 5'7 and might I remind you, I grow like a pear. And technically, 197.5 makes me obese. And the way I carry the weight, it's very obvious.

''!'' She said while trying to process what was happening.
''how are you getting so fat, so fast?!'' she asked.

I tried to make up some bullshit about how it was water weight and I could drop it in a heartbeat, but the reality was, I didn't know either.

She grabbed me by my love handles, which had grown quite large and turned me towards the mirror. She made me stand there, looking at myself, while she examined my body. I tried to suck in my gut and flex whatever muscle I had but she noticed right away.
''Stop sucking in your gut!'' she ordered.
I kind of froze. To tell you the truth, it was kind of mortifying to be standing there, examined.

She ran her hands down my back. Lifted my arm and pinched the sack of fat where my tricep was supposed to be. Then she moved her hands down, onto my belly and grabbed a handful of flabby, gelatinous meat. And it was indeed a handful.

Do you remember when I said, my belly is the last place to get it's share?
Imagine, if she was able to grab an entire handful of belly, what the state of my butt, thighs and hips were.
I was just standing there. Frozen as she was going over every inch of my body with what I can only imagine is rage mixed with confusion and a hint of disgust.

''God Mark! Your ass is huge!!'' she yelled.
She grabbed just one of my ass cheeks with both hands, just to give you a reference on how big my butt had gotten at that point. She slapped my butt and watched it jiggle, as did I.
She took both hands and put it on my hips and squeezed the fat around my hip bones.
''I can't even grab one of your cheeks with one hand!''
I looked at myself in the mirror. There were no two ways about it. I had gotten very, very fat.
I had grown a belly and my hips jutted out to the sides. My penis had almost shrunk to the size of a grape as it was being downed by all the fat around it. I had begun developing a fat roll on top of my love handles and there was a crease underneath my butt which I didn't remember being there before. It looked like my ass had gotten so heavy that it had started collapsing under it's own weight.
This was the first time I was noticing all of this. It's probably because when I know, sub-consciously that I am getting fat, I tend to avoid looking at the mirror and start wearing bulky clothes. Which compounds the problem but I just don't want to deal with it.

Do you remember that I said, I was technically obese?
You might be wondering, ''how would you know? do you have a BMI calculator memorized?''

No. That would be silly.
My girlfriend stormed out of the bathroom. As she did, she said ''wait right there!''
She came back with a book, a cell phone and a tape measure.
She grabbed me by my flabby chest and pushed me up against a wall.
I probably should have figured it out sooner what she was doing.
She told me to stand up straight and put the book over my head. She marked where the book was and measured it.
What happened after that, was just the beginning.
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EatMeUp 6 months
More, please! Great so far!
Built4com4t 7 months
Brilliant first 2 chapters
gaetano2733 7 months
More. Please, soon.