Swim Buddies

Chapter 1 - Journal Entry Number 1 - My First Day

Journal Entry - 3/01/2026 - My First Swim Day
For a while, I've been looking in the mirror and...well...not quite liking what I see. I have always been on the larger side, but I really have let myself go, lately. I started college at 235 pounds, but throughout college and beyond, I managed to somehow gain over 100 pounds. I now lie at a staggering 350 pounds. I don't know if it was the freedom of college or the pressure of the world causing more food to get shoved down my throat as my only escape, but I really became a hog. I would look and the mirror and think, "wow, you truly are giant", which was not a thought I've had prior. I always would think, "sure, you are big, but not THAT big. Right?" Well, I've now reached the point where I could not hide from it any longer. I needed to get some exercise. But here's the problem: I absolutely LOATHE exercise.

Jogging? I'll pass. Lifting weights? No thank you. Playing sports? Nah, I'll pass. See my dilemma? I just have a negative view of a lot of exercise. Can you blame me? I'm a blimp. When blimps like myself exercise, we get super sweaty, out of breath, massive joint pain, and all of that in a very little amount of time. I simply cannot tell how anyone could find exercise like that cathartic or satisfying. You just feel awful after you're done, you know what I mean? Well, I talked about this feeling with a friend of mine and he mentioned, "have you tried swimming?" Well, that is an interesting choice. You're in water, so you won't be all sweaty, it makes everything feel lighter while you do it, and it is very easy to block the rest of the world out while doing it because the water fills your ears. I figured, "eh, what the hell, I'll give it a go." I figure I will buy a one month membership to the "Y" and if I don't like it, I simply won't renew. I also figure that I'll start small. Once a week for a half an hour? That works for me. So, today was my first day swimming at the "Y". And how was it? Well, I have a lot of feelings...

I arrived and checked in, that part was the easy part. What was kind of annoying is that the pool and the locker room were all downstairs. This means that once I am done exercising, I somehow have to haul my fat ass back up the steps. But hey, I am here to lose weight, right? So, I head downstairs to the locker room, sort of thinking about what lies ahead of me. And a sense of dread fills me: I am fat. And I am not comfortable with that. I have to go swim without a shirt on. People would see me. What would they think? Or worse, what would they say? What are the off chances a rude person with no filter says something humiliating about my belly? My belly that sags down below my waist line? Well, that is the sacrifice you are willing to take when you choose a form of exercise that involves wearing nothing but swimming trunks, I suppose. So, I make my funeral procession to the locker room. And that's when it hits me: I have to get undressed in here. In front of people. Dear God, could this not make me any more anxious... but luckily, I walk into the locker room, and there was nobody in there. I guess 1:30 pm is a good time to go swimming at the "Y" because the youth groups are at school and the adults are mostly at work. So, I sheepishly prepared to get changed when I saw... a sign that read, "please shower, prior to entering the pool". Shit.

I grew up in the generation that did not have to shower after gym class. I was spared the humiliation of my peers seeing me undressed. What if someone walks in on me, naked, in the shower room? Well, who knows, maybe this is one of the shower rooms that has curtains and individual showers, like those fancy suburban "Y's". So, I sheepishly took off my shirt and exposed my saggy belly and hairy moobs. Then, I took off my almost too tight sweat pants, revealing some quite round thighs as my underwear rode between them, showing a clear outline of my package. Then, as one swift movement, I stepped out of my underwear and into my swimming trunks. I was not going to risk someone walking in just in time to see my dick. Not shy ol' me. Then, I slowly walked over to the shower area to see what was in store for me. I walked through a corridor and turned right and just around the corner I saw my least-desired outcome.

The room had a brown tile floor and was a little box. Lining the wall was shower heads (about four to a wall), with spots to put your bar of soap in between them. I would say that each shower head was no more than 6 feet apart from each other. Sure, during COVID that would have been great. But in this room, where I am likely to be exposed? No thank you. I walk in, up to a shower head along the far-side wall. I figured, this at least keeps me turned around so I didn't have to make any awkward eye contact with potential other showerers, but also prevents my bi-curious eyes from wandering. Last thing I needed was to get the shit beat out of my in the "Y" showers because I couldn't help but see if the curtains match the drapes.

So, what did I do, you wonder? Well, I decided that the trunks stay on. I did not want to get caught without anything on. It was just too vulnerable of a thought to me. So, I got to scrubbing. First, I shampooed and conditioned my hair and beard. Then, I moved onto my body wash, starting down with my fat feet, making sure to get in between my stubby toes. Moving up, I made sure to scrub my calves. Then, I skipped over the swimsuit area and made my way up to my massive gut. First, I lathered it up, generally, making sure to get all of my fat folds on my stomach. Then, I made my way into my belly button, using one finger I made sure to swish around my washcloth all around inside of it. Finally, I lifted up my belly to make sure I get underneath it, as it is dark and dank under there. Lately, I've needed to take extra care to be clean underneath. I worked my way up to my moobs, and scrubbed my noticeably hard nipples. Then my shoulders, and in my hairy pits. Finally, I pulled my shorts open and stuck the wash cloth down them. I scrubbed my fat, jiggly thighs and made sure to get my penis: starting at the base and working my way up to the head. This gave me a weird feeling. I'm in a public place and I'm touching my cock. I started to feel it stiffen. I quickly supressed that feeling by quick rinsing and turning off the shower. I dried off with my towel and made my way to the pool.

I opened the door to the pool area and was washed over by the scent of chlorine and by the sounds of splashing. As i mentioned, things were pretty empty. But there was one lifeguard sitting next to the pool and one man swimming laps in the first lane. I put my towel down, off to the side, and jumped into lane 6: as far away from the other swimmer as possible. My belly jiggled from the underwater physics of the warm, pool water. I didn't hesitate and got started: I started with a modified breast stroke. I probably looked like a sack of potatoes trying to do this one, but I read somewhere that it burns a lot of calories. I thought to myself, "huh, this isn't so bad". In a minute's time, I managed one lap. I took my time, because my goal was a half an hour. When I reached the other side, I turned around and did the same. On the second lap, I started to already feel fatigue set in. I am so fat that two laps make me tired. What a joke. I made it to the end and thought, "maybe the back stroke will help". This was true: it was less tiring. I reared my arms back and kicked my feet. My belly stuck out of the water as I did the back stroke, jiggling back and fourth from the momentum. Once I reached the other side, I did the breast stroke, once more, for my next lap. While doing the back stroke, I felt like I had eyes on me...

When I reached the other side, I flipped over to my back to do the back stroke again, and there he was, the other man that was swimming. He was no longer in the water, but beside the pool. As he dried himself off, he watched me swim with an intrigued gaze. As soon as he noticed that I saw him, he pretended to shake water off of his hair to hide it and walk towards the door to exit the pool area. He probably was thinking, "what a fatso. His laps are so slow". At least that's what I was imagining he was thinking. After a few laps of being the only one in the pool, I decided to call it a day. I was so out of breath. This really does work every area of the body, but with so much weight to move when I swim, I can see why it put a strain on my muscles and made me out of breath. I dried off and slowly made my way to the locker room. It was time to hit the showers. Unfortunately. And there were things sitting out on the benches... that other guy must still be here. I thought to myself, "maybe I should wait to shower till he's done". But I realized that would be stupid. I do have places to be, today. So, I braved it. After all, I didn't take my trunks off earlier, so why not do the same, now.

I walked into the showers, keeping my head low. I wasn't about to make awkward eye...or dick contact. I went straight to a shower head and faced the other way. I got to work, shyly scrubbing, starting from the bottom, once more. As I worked my way to my belly, I made sure to scrub it quite well. I didn't want my body hair to retain the chlorine smell. However, I felt some eyes on me. I felt a burning presence from the man who is in the showers. However, I did not turn around to make sure I was being watched. But the thought of being watched...that brought up an interesting feeling I didn't know that I had. I felt myself get a little erect, thinking about the fact that a person could be drilling their eyes into my body from afar, taking it all in. And with that thought, I quickly turned around, pretending to take care of my back and indeed, this person was watching me. We didn't make eye contact, but I could tell they were looking in my direction. And as they watched, I became more deliberate with my strokes of the wash cloth. Taking my time. Being a showgirl about it. If this guy was watching me for gratification, I felt turned on by that and kept bathing with that in mind. When it came time to wash my dick, I did the same thing as I did earlier: I pulled my shorts forward and washed inside, but this time I took...extra care. And after I did that, I felt the eyes leave me. I looked around and he was gone...

Did I imagine him staring at me? Well, I'm not quite sure. But I think I wanted to believe he was staring at me. Which, I KNOW. That is total juxtaposition to what I was saying earlier. But something sort of...animalistic awakened inside of me. Quickly, while alone, I whipped out my throbbing cock. I stroked up and down, thinking about this man watching me scrub myself. For the first time in forever, I was feeling sexually rejuvenated. I sped up and sped up. I took one moobful into my other hand and circled my nipples. Finally, I let out a muted whimper as I came. Damn. It felt so good. Then, I came home and I could not stop thinking about this man's steely gaze. I think I might be an exhibitionist... Maybe I'll see him next week at the pool...