Chapter 7 - confidence

The excitement of stuffing himself so much stayed with Bruno for the next few days. He tried to recreate the feeling each night after he packed up work for the day, eating to the point that his cock would dribble with lust all on its own. It wasn't just the feeling of being full that did it for him; the tightness of his gut, the lack of breath, the feeling of being beached on the sofa; it was the knowledge of what he was doing to himself. He wasn't that health conscious, bumbling, English totty any more.

Bruno surveyed his appearance in the mirror each night. His ass seemed to take on a new width, with large, globes for butt cheeks that he could now feel moving when he walked. They led down to his enlarged, thick thighs and his surprisingly meaty calves, that had grown in response to the extra hundred pounds of weight they were now responsible for walking about everywhere. On top, he had a puffy, round stomach, with fat that spread around him like a rubber ring, through to the love handles and back fat. His formally flat chest was now inflated into two puffy moobs, with nipples that were looking like they were more pointed and beginning to sag. His arms were much the same, coated with a layer of blubber even in his forearms, progressing to flab by the time they were meeting up with his shoulders. But best of all for Bruno, his once slim, handsome face was now large and broad, with puffy cheeks that seemed to make his greedy eyes look smaller in comparison; his new double chin advertising to the world how greedy and gluttonous he was becoming. He smiled in the mirror; now this was a man who a fat girl would look good with.

'But you're not done yet,' his mind reminded him. 'That gut is nowhere near big enough....' He tried to fight back the idea. 'But how are you ever going to get a really fat girl without getting a really big gut?' his mind petitioned. It was no use, he might be able to fight off the urge to gain for twenty hours of the day, but those four hours where he felt weak and horny after work were all his mind needed to make him stuff and overfeed himself massively; chugging shakes and ice cream, pushing his stomach until he felt himself at capacity.

The winter had returned and Bruno was finally travelling about meeting clients face-to-face. He had been alone in his apartment for so long, he had almost forgotten the joy of proudly showing off his weight in public. Whilst in San Francisco, he had wined and dined a client, finally seeing them off in a cab for the night. He rubbed his stomach discontentedly, realising that he wouldn't sleep very well in the unfamiliar hotel bedroom without at least having a full stomach to settle with tonight.

It didn't take long to find somewhere with good food. Bruno could smell the good, greasy eateries from a long way away; settling down to a large meal deal and gazing out of the window. There was a club across the street for singles. Could he? He wondered. Even as a slim, pretty boy, he had never been to a bar alone before.

Twenty minutes later, he adjusted his pants at the door and strutted in. He looked around at the quiet venue feeling a little disappointed. He saw women look up as the door swung open and then look decidedly down in disappointment at his fat physique.

'You're too fat for them all!' his mind teased him. He grinned in appreciation and strode to the bar to order a beer, gazing around the place with his new pot belly pushing against the shirt he had been wearing all day. Scanning the bar, his eyes searched for the largest woman he could find until his eyes settled on a beautifully curvy brunette, with a good helping of lard on her small frame. He took a deep breath and strutted over to her, his overindulged gut leading the way. "Hey there," he tried. "Can I buy you a drink?"

The chubby brunette looked at him suspiciously, her eyes looking him up and down. "No, you're alright thanks," she replied. "You're not my type."

Bruno couldn't help but smile. "Oh, okay..." he stuttered. "May I ask what your type is?" he replied, politely.

The lady looked a little embarrassed. "I just prefer guys who are a little... well, not as... tall as you."

Bruno smirked at the lie. "It's alright," he smiled. "I'm too big for you... you can say it," he laughed, patting his overfed tummy.

The lady went a little red and looked at him with some pity. "I'm sorry..." she mumbled.

"Nah, it's fine..." Bruno smiled, surprised with how pleased he was to have been turned down. "The truth is, I never used to be this big. This time last year I was a 30 waist!" he exclaimed.

The lady looked suitably shocked and Bruno felt encouraged to go on.

"You want to know what happened to me?" he asked, to which the lady nodded her head with concern. "I broke my leg. I couldn't move very much for months and the weight piled on," he explained, rubbing his softer underbelly and finishing with an appreciative pat.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry," the lady gasped sympathetically, making Bruno's crotch stiffen.

"It's alright," Bruno smiled. "Truth is, I'm just a greedy guy," he smiled proudly. "Although it's so hard trying to get used to having such a giant ass," he laughed, reaching around to hold his glutes. "I knock things over with this thing now!"

The lady smiled politely but looked around the room, hoping someone else would come by.
"You could always try dieting," she replied, disinterestedly, with a lot less sympathy in her voice.

"Oh I could, but I think it's too late for that now. I'm a fat boy now," he smiled, patting his gut. "This thing is only going to get bigger!" he grinned.

The lady rummaged in her purse and grabbed her cell phone. "Excuse me, I have to make a phone call..." she lied, heading outside.

Bruno smiled, burped aloud from the gas of his beer and suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of hunger again. His first time chatting up a chubby girl and he had been turned down because he was too fat for her. That should have shocked him. It should have provoked a reaction that made him feel ashamed. He should be searching on his cell phone now for gym subscriptions. But instead, he was leaning in to the bar, trying to conceal his hard-on. That was the moment he knew that he was in really 'big' trouble.