Fraternity of Fatties

Chapter 1: Prologue

I was a bit reticent as I headed off to University a few years ago as I'd packed on many a pound my senior year in high school jumping from 180 to 240 and was curious how a fatty like me would be received by coed girls and any fraternity I might want to rush on campus.

I'd always been a big boy, particularly in elementary school when I was hands down the fattest kid in class from kindergarten through sixth grade, and experienced constant teasing and taunting, "Fatty Fatty Two by Four" and "Two Ton Tommy" being some of the more common epithets lobbed my way. To top it all off I was lousy at sports and annually failed to meet even the minimum standards in the President's Physical Fitness Test -- zero pull-ups, maybe a handful of sit-ups, last in the sprint event, last in the shuttle run, you name it I sucked at it. By seventh grade, I was 5'2', weighed 150 pounds, and my mom still bought my clothes in the Husky Boys department, but by eighth grade I added six inches in height plus another two by ninth grade, while holding my weight steady. Suddenly I'd trimmed down to a maybe slightly pudgy build and started playing sports, becoming a pretty good intramural basketball player complete with a deadly three-point shot, and passing the cut to join my high school soccer team.

I gained a bit in tenth and eleventh grade from junk food, sodas, and candy during the soccer off-season, but was always able to drop twenty pounds in season from my coach's strenuous training regime. I was 180 coming into the senior year and fully expecting another twenty pound loss during the fall soccer season, but then I met her … Tammy, a delicious 300-pound transfer student who's dad had just moved to town for a new job. It was lust at first sight for me as Tammy was voluptuous in all the right places -- huge hips, thighs, and ass, plus a respectable belly and boobs. I was assigned to be her new student ambassador and we hit it off instantly, going on our first date the weekend after Labor Day, catching a movie where we consumed two giant popcorns, a couple of king sized candy bars, and full calorie Cokes, between us. I was totally impressed by her capacity to eat and she felt the same about me. We'd barely gotten inside my compact car (and it took some effort for her to fit) before we started making out like crazy and feeling up each other's belly rolls. I'd never dated a fat girl before and it was exhilarating to say the least, and I knew she was the one for me when she removed her adventurous tongue from my mouth and said, "Tommy, I'm still hungry … really hungry and I bet you are too … take me to KrispyKreme!"

Needless to say, I didn't lose my expected twenty pounds by the start of soccer season and my coach was pissed as I'd been expected to start at right fullback. Instead, I rode the bench and packed on more pounds with Tammy's encouragement. By our senior prom in April I'd packed on forty pounds and by the time I left for University added another twenty more, weighing a once unthinkable 240 pounds. My greatest wish was that Tammy and I could have attended the same school where we could continue our binges but, like her weight (325 by then), her GPA and SAT scores put mine to shame. So while she went to Yale, I went to a much less selective small private university in the Deep South, meaning at best we'd see each other at Christmas break, Spring break, and over summer vacation. And while I wasn't as smart as Tammy, I was realistic enough to consider the possibility that a sexy woman like her would meet someone else at Yale, so I should be looking for a plan B at my new school, and my extra weight wasn't going to help a Northerner like me land a cute Southern girl.
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3bean 3 months
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