Overseas and Overfat/overfed - Largetwink

Chapter 1 - Part a - part 1 to 5

Grommr - Part One - Reminisce

“So, I don’t know how this happened. But I don’t really care at this point.” I looked down at my protruding stomach and slap it.

The man that I was talking to responded. “Tony damm Flores, you look like you ate your old muscular self.”

I replied. “I don’t care at all. My new dream job is all that matters now. I don’t care.”

Luke responds “DREAM JOB! You’re now a plumber. That’s 1,000% the FIRST time anyone put those two words in the same sentence dude.”

A phone rings with Luke answering “Hello, Gardiner Valley Fire Services. You’re talking to Fire Chief Luke Williams.”

I am Genuinely thinking about my choice to come back from the US.

The US. The land of the free and home of the gluttonous.

3 and a half months ago.
I landed at LaGuardia. I got off the plane and I was SO HUNGRY. They ran out of Beef meals and I had to have a vegetarian option. Which was good but not after a workout before the flight.

The exact second, I got off I went the closest restaurant.

A burger chain that I never ate but heard of.

I never really fast or unhealthy food had due to being ‘the firefighter family’. Just being in a small Canadian town where everyone knows my family it would have ended up as scandalous pieces of gossip for the servers among housewives.

The last time I went to a fast-food place they made me SOUP. How they changed the order of a pizza to alphabet soup baffled my teenage brain.

I ordered 2 salads and water.

So, I finish and catch a cab to my hotel. This was the first of many places I’d visit. I got to the hotel and it took 2 hours stuck in traffic, checked in and hit the hay instantly.

I woke up 4 hours later. It was 2 and I was hungry once again. It wasn’t as bad as before, so I looked at the hotel’s room service, but it stated that last order’s at 11pm.

So, I got clothes on and went to get some fast food. As I went down the lift.
I was searching for healthy restaurants and said out loud “F**k it. I am getting whatever is closest.”

It was a pizza place. In my act of hunger and mild anger made it family size… along with 2L soft drink and 2 pieces of chocolate cake.

I head back to my room with 2 boxes of cake and a 2L bottle atop a very large pizza in my large muscular hand.

I placed it on my bed and went nude once again and devoured half the pizza, both the pieces of the chocolate cake and around 750mL of the soft drink. Turned on the TV to indulge in those American TV shows.

My stomach was so bloated, angry, weird, stretched and big… for that time. I watched TV for an hour then fell asleep with the remote in one hand and a piece of pizza in the other.





Grommr - Part Two - Room Service

I woke up in with a horrible and empty-esque feeling in my stomach. Which I was confused about as to how or why it is. Then I look around me and then I remembered the previous night’s gluttony and that rotund bloated shape that previously never seen on my muscular six pack torso.

No fire bells, no 5:30 am workouts, no reason to race out of bed at an early time, no fire drills. It is one of the best feelings I have ever had. I grabbed my phone and saw the time 11:36am.

I look at the half-eaten pizza and mostly full 2L soft drink and said “I can have it. It’s lunchtime.” Then I think. Who am I speaking to? I grab the two and start eating and drinking until both are gone while watching TV.

The 6 pack that was briefly back to its original slender shape which now again been warped and bloated not as much this time but a visible amount. From the 1.5L of soft drink and half of a cold family sized pizza. I didn’t feel fully full yet, so I perused the room service menu. Then I ordered a few things.

[knock, knock] “Room Service”
I get up and put on pants and a hotel robe and open the door.
A large rotund man in a white chef’s uniform pushes the cart with the food in the room and I place all the food atop each other on the TV unit. The Chef remarks “That’s a pretty small meal you’ve got there by the way.” He chuckles as he exits the room, he pats his large stomach as he closes the door.

I immanently grabbed all the food and went back in the bed. Taking off the robe and the tops of the dishes to find Lasagne, Chips, half a chocolate cake, a burger and a 1L bottle of beer. I started with the cake and beer and then ate the lasagne with the chips as another layer then lastly having the burger last.

The exact same thing happened as the previous night with my stomach being rotund and bloated but this time it’s more. I finished that in 25 minutes. I realized that last night I took around an hour but, this time was different.

I went to the bathroom to take a piss grabbing my robe on the way in. I stood there taking a whiss then I finished. I took off my pants and closed my robe. As I was washing my hands, I looked in the mirror I realized what I was becoming. That chef. The rotund shape, white clothing, surrounded by food.

I liked the shape. I loved the anonymity. I ADORED THE FOOD.
I then realized that I am saying that I’d want to be that fat plumber stereotype. I am happy with that.

At least it’s better than selling a sexy fireman shoot where you are all the months except April. EVERY YEAR. Slowly getting more shirtless and more demeaning and exhausting.

I spent a while feeling my rotund bloated stomach for a good 20 to 30 minutes. I went to the shower and I had a normal shower but, this time I snuck a little J/O session.

This one was a little intense when it came to the orgasm. I don’t really know why but, I didn’t care as I needed to as I cleaned up to see some sites.
I got out of the shower relaxed towel around the waist and hands around the mostly unbloated stomach.

I got my clothes and placed my essentials in my travel bag and off we go to the sites. Statue of Liberty, Times Square, Central Park, Empire State Building, Brooklyn Bridge. All the cliches.

I got back to the hotel tired after jamming 3 days of attractions. I didn’t know why. As I have a whole week in NYC. But, coming back around 11:30pm after the crowds and traffic it probably quicker than usual.

I got near the hotel until I saw the same fast-food chain in the airport. evidently and I instead of ordering the salad. I ordered a pair Large Triple Burgers with cheese fries, mozzarella sticks and soft drinks and not forgetting dessert which is a pair of sundaes and personal pies.

I walked the small distance to the hotel and made my way to the room.
The exact second, I walked in I saw the chef. He waved. I waved and gave a wink.

I had never winked at any guy ever. Until now. New York.





Grommr - Part Three - Chicago, Portland, San Fran, LA.

The pair of Large Triple Burgers with cheese fries, mozzarella sticks, soft drinks, sundaes and personal pies. Were all finished in a flash. But this time I had a distraction by the time I was finished.
I had an insane boner. This happened the first time, but I was too tired to do anything. Now I am less tired so… It was so spectacular of an orgasm. It was better than the one earlier today.

I place both of my hands on my rotund and stiff gut with jizz all over the bottom. Rubbing the stomach until I realised how weird this is.

Me, Tony Flores moaning and masturbating to eating an excessive amount of food. I realised that this is weird but, at the same time I did like it and it didn’t really hurt as I don’t really care about keeping these now redundant 6-pack.

I am honestly tired at this point.

I woke up in a horrible and empty-esque feeling like last night except I know why it is and the first thing I did was grab with both hands my barely bloated stomach. Still nude with semen on the bottom of my small, bloated tummy.

I got up but, it was harder than any other time as it was the first time that I really moved while bloated. I went in the bathroom to take a number 1 when I realised that there’s a scale. As I finished, I placed the scale on the ground and left it.

I went back to grab my clothes for the day to do a different type of tourism. Getting in the shower I realised that the stomach is slowly getting smaller. I am kind of sad about it. But I need to be clean and be cum-free.
I got out of the shower and looked at myself in the full body mirror. I look the same except my 6-pack abs have lost a small amount of definition and, I am happy about my body.
Which would be the same at the time but now I am not sure if I’d be happy with a body that restricted my food options and took hours and hours away every single day.

I looked at the scale and weighed myself. Before leaving I was 75.7 kg (165 lbs.) which is pretty light for a muscular 1.9m man.
I placed both feet on the scale. The scale shows 76.5 kg. A 0.8 kg gain in 2 days is a lot.

I imminently rubbed my stomach.
Grabbing my essentials and going to the nearest restaurant.

I spent the rest of the week doing one of 5 things. Eating, Masturbating, Buying Bigger clothes, Sleeping and, looking in the full length mirror.
I stand on the tiled floors of the hotel floor looking at the scale. This has been the start to every morning for the last 6 days.

I placed both feet on the scale. The scale shows 82.1 kg (181 lbs) 6.4 kg weight gain. In just one week. I was amazed to see my abs were finally gone and replaced with a flabby and jiggly layer of fat. A somewhat thin layer but at least a layer.

I left the room when I saw the chef. He waved at me. Which made sense as I ordered a large breakfast and snack daily and sometimes lunch and/ or dinner.

Getting in the lift. Seeing the mirror. I realise that the other hotels might not be the best for a growing Tony. Returned my key-card and I got in my cab to call all the other hotels to ask for a mirror, scale and daily breakfast.

I got to my next destination. Chicago. The Windy City. It went the same as before.
First Day was sight-seeing. More for people who ask than interest.

Then it was back to Eating, Masturbating, Buying Bigger clothes, Sleeping and, looking in the full-length mirror

That routine would be the same as Portland.
I came in at 89kg and left 7 days later at 95kg

Then San Francisco.
where 12 days spent put me at 101kg

Then LA.
Where after 19 days ending up at 119.8kg.


The next stop was Vegas.




 
Grommr - Part Four - Vegas

Vegas Baby!

I got out of the car. My large newly now obese frame making it harder to do so.

I go to my hotel and get my room key and drop off my stuff at my hotel room for the next 16 nights to see a buffet.

I go back in the lift to see how many wings I can stuff into my ever-increasing body frame when I get a call from the hotel in New York. I obviously picked it up within an instant.

[Hello, Is this Tony Flores?] The person asks.

I replied [Speaking.]

The person responds [You stayed with us a month ago. For a 7-night stay.] I replied [I did. Why?]

The person responds [I remembered you. I know this might be forward but, the next time you’re in New York. Wanna go out?] The exact second that was said I remembered who it was. That sexy chef. [Of course, Nathaniel. We could hit the clubs Bro!] He replied [OK, Bro!]

I made my way to the restaurant. Ate an insane number of wings and beer and made my way back. To do the same thing time and time again for the next 5 days.

On Day 5 after landing in Vegas I stepped on the scale.

This is now just as important in my daily routine as brushing my ever-working teeth. Looking down at the scale barely reading beyond the large gut a 132.5 kg (292 lbs). I am now clearly an obese man. With an ever-increasing rounded ball-shaped gut.

I over the last 8 weeks I have placed my stomach through ever increasing amounts of food, masturbation and stomach jiggling. My six-pack of 2 months ago is shoaded around a large and massive 56.8kg mound of fat. AND I LOVE IT.

I also during the last 5 days have gained a friend.
He was the chef. His name is Chef Nathaniel Romeo. {Yes, It’s the same Chef Romeo From DadBod for the One}

After that call I may have been extra inspired with my weight gain. His gut still fascinates me and he doesn’t know about my extra gains or my obsession with being full but, I hope that he still recognises me.

[phone rings] I immedently rush to the bed with my jiggling fat and massive frame to the phone.

It is a number that I do not recognise. So I immedntly go to my formal voice.

“Hello, Tony Flores Speaking.” My friend and former colleague responds “Hey Tones, It’s Luke Williams. I just got a new phone.” He continues “How’s Vegas been?”

I reply “A-MAZ-ZING!” he replies “I hope that you have at least fucked a few.” I lie “Yeah! Like not just in Vegas Boy!” all of that is plain lies.

“OK GOTTA BOUNCE! BYE BRO!” “Bye Bro!”

I am now really questioning being here and my gluttony.

I am going to go find a date.

15 hours later (1 am the next day)

TEXT to Nathaniel [Nate, I am so annoyed. I tried to find a date for 15 f***ing hours and zilch.]

TEXT to Tony [Tony you’re slim, you can find someone. Me, I am an near morbidly obese gay chef who hated being skinny. I don’t have a big dating pool]

TEXT to Nathaniel [I am not slim anymore dude.]
With an Image of Tony’s large ball gut covering most of his lap in the cab.

TEXT to Tony [You are f***ing massive. What happened? It’s not bad for 2 months though.]

I am confused about Nathaniel’s message not bad?

TEXT to Nathaniel [I love American food also it is bad I knew I’d be bigger. It’s America but I am MASSIVE.]

TEXT to Tony [I actually like being big. I was muscular like you. But I hated my size. I was forced to be it and when I completed my degree I gained intentionally. Some was due to work, some due to laziness but, most due to hating being slim.]

TEXT to Nathaniel [Same dude. When I was a firefighter, I was restricted to foods and when I am on my own in America land of fatty foods fast weight gain and gluttony. I like the foods but, what I like more is me and my size.]

TEXT to Tony [I am going to work. It’s 4. I have to start with the breakfast orders.]
With an image of Nathaniel’s Stomach on his nude lap. His junk is covered by his massive stomach and chest.
Grommr - Part Five – Filling the Canyon and Houston

I make my way from Las Vegas on my way to the Grand Canyon in the hire SUV. It has been 10 days since my realisation of my acts.
I have actually lost .5 kg. I am now at 132 kg. This was unintended but, I did actual site-seeing. And I hated it.
[Phone ringing] It is Nate. (Chef Nathaniel Romeo) “Nate my Mate! Whattya up to?” I answer

Nate replies “I quitted and moved to a start-up.”
I replied “What restaurant type is it? Italian, Mexican, A Chain Restaurant?”
He replies “It is a tech company. I am moving to Los Angles.” He continues “The pay is great, there’s privacy, I get a team, I know the owner and some of the people in the company.” He laughs and continues “Actually most people”

I reply, “That’s great to know!” He replies “There’s great news for you too, you can set up the kitchen and plumbing. I told the renovation team via the CEO about you, and they love you. Everything! your skills, your size, your story, your past experience as a fire---.”
I stop Nate instantly “My size?” I continue “Why would that matter?”
Romeo continues “The tech company specialises in big people. It is an app that I have used for a few years now.”

I pull my car to the shoulder and look down. Patting my large stomach “Thanks for helping.”
Nate replies in a questioned manner “Thanks? It was all me though.” I reply, “I am talking to my stomach.”
Nate replies “You are at that stage. I got there a bit later than you!”
I look at the desolate place. And reply “What if I live with you?” Nate replies “What? Why?”
I reply “I won’t get much if not any work in Gardiner Valley. Along with that I also just don’t want people to treat me as a part of the ‘fireman family’. Also, I don’t want everyone to force me to lose the weight.”

Nate stopped then replied “I was about to ask you! This is happening.”
I reply “Ok so I’ll go back home after the trip, get my car and go to LA”
Nate replies “YEAH! That’s perfect as I don’t have a car at the moment!”
I went back on the road. Talking to my new roomie and wanting to join the app. I say “The Grand Canyon. It is so majestic and large and so am I”
Chef Nathanial Romeo replies “Yeah dude, I can’t see it, but I guess that you are a grand boy at a Grand Canyon.” I reply, “So did you tell your family about the move?”
Nate replies “They love the fact that I am running a restaurant. They don’t know that it’s for the app but still. Running a restaurant is pretty cool.”

I reply “I gained a kg.” Nate replies “Neat! You are above your largest! Great Job, it’s been 2 days!”
I reply “I took those tips that you gave me bro!”
I spent the trip from Las Vegas via the Grand Canyon and Houston to Washington DC.
I made my way through the American South-East. Eating all the fatty foods, driving and getting any fast fatty foods.

HOUSTON, TX.
[App post] {Hey All! I am in Houston. I am finally going to weigh myself. I have stuffed myself beyond content.}
[Phone notification Comment] ChefNate (Nate’s Username) {You all should see his size! MASSIVE @PlumberTNY}
Nate helped me set up an account. My username is @PlumberTNY.
TEXT to Tony [Hey Tony there’s an event in DC. It’s at a Buffet. You could meet some people like us and get thicker.]
TEXT to Nathaniel [Nate it’s 4 hours AFTER I leave to New York dude.]

Next morning
I stand at the hotel room looking at my large gut. I am genuinely unsure about the number that shows up on the scale. I hope that it is obviously more than the last time I placed my large frame on a scale.
I look at the number that shows up except it doesn’t have a number. It shows the characters ERR.OR I grab the slab of plastic and turn it around.
I read the limit and it says 400 lb (180 kg) limit.

I cannot gain 30-something kgs in 3 days.
I call the hotel reception. They drop off another scale. I look at the slab of plastic. And slap my gut. Which ripples a bit to the slap.
I place the scale on the ground and step on the scale.
It says [134.7 kg (297 lb)] a 2.7 kg weight gain for 3 days is insane but, with the amount of food and sedentary behaviour. It is an understatement.

I grab my phone. Taking a photo of my gut, scale and write all about what just happened.
Sending it to Nate. Then posting to the app. That’s what happened. I spent the rest of the trip posting, eating, masturbating, weighing myself and sleeping.
I ended up leaving 4 days later weighing 2.8 kg heavier.
Driving to DC.
5 days of driving, eating and staying at hotels with room service and a scale.
I gained 3.5 kg when I went to New York because who cares about DC. I want to see Nate again.