Chapter 18 - 18

I thought my body understood fully the meaning of "plateau."

Plateau, meaning not increasing or decreasing, just keep on keepin' on the way it is.

After staying 350 for the entirety of Junior year, never fluctuating above or below ten pounds either way, something clicked inside me starting my final year of college and my metabolism decided it could slip even further down the slope of mediocrity.

Don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed the unexpected fluff, but I was also enjoying just being as big as I was reliably. I could stuff myself or not whenever I wanted to, get an amazing orgasm from the 4-5 women I kept around me.

Or else the slew of skinny men who just got off while watching me eat, fantasizing that they were me-

And the unexpected amount of out-of-towners who spent so much of their own money to fly down to Carolina just to be squashed and sat on.

Remarkable.

I could have kept on at that bulbous weight of the mid-300's for the rest of my life.

But this ass of mine had other plans.

It almost definitely coincided with me turning 21- My birthday landed me getting my first legal drink right as Junior year was ending. I never drank much as I wasn't a social drinker. But my final summer before school I found myself enjoying a 12-pack or two after dinner. While the "Freshman 15" is almost all from the sudden increase of empty calories from alcohol, I never technically received it.

My freshman 15 came solely from my addiction to stuffing my face and jerking myself off simultaneously.

And with my ridiculous BMI hovering around 60 (double the qualification to be "obese") I discovered it took at least 6 or 7 beers to get a buzz going, although I preferred cider.

You can see where this is going, you're not dumb- entering my Senior year, I passed 380 all before taking my first class of the semester.

Thirty pounds at that size didn't do too much. My belly hang didn't really increase, more so it was pushed out from my lower belly roll increasing in size. Of course my ass inflated a bit more


Or


Inflated is the wrong word.

Filled, I'd say, because inflation implies swelling out and up, being tight and buoyant-

Not the case with my ass. Heavy cellulite-ridden slabs. It was a workout to reach back and hold up my cheeks and drop them, a popular request.

At 380,I didn't even bother telling my women, my men, my fans, etc. that I had gained too much. I figured, if I hit 400, I'd let them know, they'd love that.

Yeah, I let 'em know when that happened. They were excited, much cum spilled.

They were even more excited when I hit 450.

They were ecstatic, gasping, and generous to see me how I am now.

Didn't expect to be graduating college at 482 pounds.

There is no "sitting up" anymore, it's roll over, hope for the best or don't get up at all.

There's a lot of don't get up at all.

I started peeing sitting down a LONG time ago.

Broken the seat covers of two toilets out at restaurants and around school, so mostly I just try and wait and use my own back at my apartment which I've only had to replace once.

My phone has been blowing up proportionally to my ass; I am being constantly solicited for sex because of my size and unique shape.

Last week a 33 year old woman packed up a three course meal, drove it over to my place, proceeded to feed me while she masturbated (I ate the whole thing, of course) and you can guess, I'm rock hard the whole time-

God I was about to cum finishing dessert.

So by the end I was begging for her to do anything to me, as you know it's very difficult to jack myself off without any tools anymore.

This woman smiles and wagged her finger at me, SHE ACTUALLY wagged her finger which was weird but hey, generation gap or whatever, and she said that she would jack me off only if I could pass one physical fitness test.

Physical fitness test.

I mean, hell yeah, that's hot, but I stopped caring after she made me try four times to do a push up. No way in hell that was happening.

Sit-ups, plank (hah), nothing. She saved the jumping jacks for last.

The sight of me kind of hopping and doing this exercise, heaving and shaking uncontrollably caused her to cum instantly, leaving her in a similar state spread on my bed.

I collapsed for a different reason next to her, and thank god, she rolled me onto my side, spanked me and jacked me off, whispering in my ear just how fat I was all the while.

So that's a plus.

Apart from that, uh, nothing much has changed.

I don't know what I'm going to do when I graduate, I don't really DO much.

I've made money and spent most of my time . . . being fat?

I guess that'll do.

Okay.

Um.

Oh right, yeah, I got a visit from Katie at the beginning of the year, when I first hit 400, she had to come see me for that and her school started later than USC so it worked out,

Katie has WAY too much energy for a girl as fat as she is. She spent nearly two hours feeding me cheesecake and riding my dick, which is NOT an easy task to pull off.

We lost track of how many times she came.

She said that even though my body was the way it was and she was crazy for it,

What got her off the most was just looking at my face.

Seeing how sweaty and plump my cheeks and chin are,

How helplessly fat I've made myself from the (Jesus) low 100's high-school boy she knew

To the greedy pile of blubber she was f-cking ing in that moment.

And I think they prefer me being just that to them. An unreal, obese sex toy.

And I think maybe I prefer being that too.