Chapter 4 - the suit

Bruno didn't know many people in the city, but whenever he did see someone he hadn't seen in a while, he got an odd sense of satisfaction in watching their eyes wander down to his stomach. Even though he knew it was his ass and thighs that seemed to be holding most of the new chub, his bloated stomach always seemed to be the thing people noticed.

"You've er, put on a little weight since you moved in across the hallway," noted his neighbour when he caught him lugging in a load of groceries.

Bruno suddenly felt self-conscious of all of the junk food he was carrying in his bags as his neighbour's eyes drifted towards them. They had three kids living with them in that apartment and this guy was the living definition of 'dadbod'; who was he to judge?

"You're lucky, living on your own. My wife nags me any time I gain a few pounds. She's had me on this low carb diet for the last fortnight," he explained sadly, rubbing his belly.

Bruno thought about his own diet. It was definitely high in carbs; but it was also high in protein, fats and sugars. He pooled his groceries into one arm and slapped his gut with his free hand. "I'm just living the dream," he chuckled as if being sarcastic. "I've put on 65lbs in the last year," he boasted, lifting up his t-shirt for emphasis. His little round, bloated stomach popped out, decorated with a sparse covering of body hair which he no longer kept in check.

His neighbour gawked at his gut. "Jeez man, that's more than I've put on since I got married. My wife would hit the roof!"

Bruno grinned, "that's why I stay single," he lied, casually walking away.

Once back in his apartment, he suddenly felt hungrier than ever. It always felt so awesome telling people how much weight he had gained. At twenty five years old, he finally felt like a man.

However, the pride that came with a little weight gain suddenly turned to panic as Bruno realised that his best suit no longer fitted him. He had a wedding reception to attend in less than an hour and he had stupidly not bothered to check whether it still fitted. He swore aloud, seeing that even his shirts tugged awkwardly around his new thicker middle. There was no time to fix it now though, he would have to pick up a suit on the way there. He hopped in the car and bombed to the closest mall, only finding a cheap discount suit place. He searched through the racks, disliking the shape and style of most and collecting a mass of them to take into the changing rooms. His old 30" pants were a thing of the past. Now he was looking at 36s!

With so little time to spare, Bruno finally picked a style and returned the others to their racks. He held the suit of choice in his hands and lingered for a second. His sight was ensnared on the rack of pants. 36s would fit him, but there staring at him were the 40s. 'Go on, do it!' his mind shouted. 'We both know it's going to happen. You're too greedy not to swell up into those. Your ass is growing fatter every day!'

He swayed on the spot, highly aware of the ticking clock. "Screw it!" he whispered, grabbing a belt to go with the 40s and nursing a semi as he handed them over to the cashier.

Bruno's mind was on anything other than the happy couple that night. He felt incredible walking around in such a large suit. He knew the fit was wrong and the ultimate effect made him look, if anything, slimmer; but somehow he had accepted that he was a growing man; and growing men could eat whatever they wanted.

With the comfort of his large suit, Bruno tucked in to the wedding buffet without hesitation, gorging on anything that might make the suit fit him better. He was on his third serving, when the catering staff started carting it all away, leaving him bloated and yet disappointed. It was too much effort to dance, and so he sat at one of the tables, nursing a bottle of beer. Across the room he could see one of his work colleagues chatting with a slender, blonde girl who had obviously been one of the bridesmaids. Were they checking him out?

All too soon, the girl wandered over to his table, introducing herself flirtatiously. Ordinarily, Bruno wouldn't have taken an interest in such a small, underfed girl, but his large suit and overfed stomach were driving his sex drive over the edge.

"Tall, dark, handsome and British!" the girl muttered; a girl who he now knew was called Hannah, the chief bridesmaid. "I think you might be the man of my dreams!"

Bruno's mind showed him the image of himself one hundred pounds fatter. "Man of your dreams huh?" he whispered back flirtatiously. "Why don't you come home with me tonight and see how dreamy I really am?"