Once Fat, Always Fat

Chapter 1

He wakes up, his stomach still churning from yesterday. “I overate. Although—no, I didn’t overeat. I ate until I passed out.” You said out loud.

David had too much beer and some weed—he was attacked by a glutton, and was so on edge that he didn’t even feel the pain signals from your protesting stomach until it was too late.

He just lies there for a while, feeling the after-effects of the night's gluttony. Ball-shaped belly, very large. Swollen under the blanket. It’s heavy, it presses him into the bed, it’s even difficult to breathe. The sides are also swollen and aching.

Most of the food has already migrated to the lower abdomen. David feels how massive it is now, how crowded it is, much larger than usual. But even the upper abdomen, where the stomach is, is still tight and bulging under his small, fat moobs. His stomach aches slightly; it's definitely not empty yet. David wasn't always so fat. In fact, in his late teenage and student years she was quite athletic. But now, at twenty-six, after a year in quarantine and working from home, this stage of his life is definitely over. But the real encouragement was his determined girlfriend Keren.


Until he met her he lives alone, and quickly got bored with everything, and good intentions all too soon went to waste, healthy home-cooked food was replaced by food to calm his nerves—and there was much, much more of it. Daily runs were replaced by leisurely walks, so that his overstuffed belly could more easily digest the more-than-excessive meal.

He gave in to her greed, and her desire to feel satiated, to see him full, to isolate him from the world around. He reveled in the feeling of a tightly stuffed belly, which was bursting from what she had feeds him. She didn't care that it made him fat. he too. Nobody saw him anyway. And soon, too soon, his belly grew again to the bigger proportions of an overfed bun. And even more than that. Sometimes he wonders how this happened. At first he didn't even realize how fat he was.

Then he felt guilty and ashamed of the growing belly, and that he couldn’t lose weight. Later, guilt and shame for his growing belly transformed into a kind of worship of it, now, when they spat at him “how fat you are,” he was embarrassed and at the same time excited by it.

He ended up reeling from unbridled, purposeful gluttony, reveling in the way his fat belly swelled even larger and heavier—during periods of dark self-loathing, his greed and insatiability, accompanied by attempts to diet (unsuccessful) and disgust with Keren’s own dark passions. She adore fat guys, in the truth is that David also dreams about being fat.

Once in his childhood he really liked to eat, he looked forward to breakfast, lunch and dinner, because at the end of the meal he felt so comfortable that his round belly was full, and that’s right. He always ate everything that was on the plate, asked for more—and received it. His parents praised him, saying how carefully their boy eats and how healthy he looks. In many children's photographs he is captured with his plump arms crossed over his round belly. There were also pajama parties with the boy next door. He immediately remembered one episode: they were both in pajamas, in bed together, and like many children their age, they were exploring each other’s bodies. That boy admires his belly, big and fat, he stuck it out as much as he could and puffed up to make it even bigger, and they both giggled. Oh, he still remembers the feeling when a small palm strokes and feels his tender round belly.

The teasing started at school. Names like Fat hog. Pot-bellied Cow. He was not allowed into the general game, they say, you are too slow and clumsy. Because he's fat.

That's when he noticed how big his belly was, comparing it to other children, he tried to pull it in, but it didn’t work out very well, and then, when he either forgot to pull it in, or had to take a deep breath, it fell out in all its rounded glory. He managed to eat lunch alone so as not to be stared at, watching every bite with a critical eye. He still needed the comfort of a full belly, but he began to feel shame.

As a child, he was always a little fat. Yes, he grew like all children—but his belly also grew in width, such a modest fat little barrel that crossed the threshold of the room in front of him and got in the way when he had to tie his shoelaces. And his double chin grew at the same time, and he grew a moobs that were pure fat. And this was no longer considered touching, even the parents became worried. They began to limit his portions at the table. He was no longer given any more supplements, and sometimes even dessert was banned.

And the comments! He need to watch our weight for now.
“You've had enough, haven't you?”
“You shouldn't eat more than you need. We want you to be healthy.” “What, do you need new clothes again? Let's try these to hide your belly a little...”

He missed the feeling of "fullness" that he grew up with. He needed it. As part of the concepts of “protection” and “comfort”.