The Ex Swimmer

Chapter 1

Matt was dreaming about swimming. His toned, muscular body cutting through the water. His technique was perfect as he stretched forwards, powerful legs propelling him down the pool. Reaching the end and executing a perfect tumble turn, timed to perfection, pushing off and immediately finding his rhythm. Breathing hard, his athletic body converting all of the oxygen he sucked in into power. Perfectly efficient with flawless technique.

It wasn’t surprising that Matt was dreaming of swimming. He spent most of his youth practicing the sport. Endless training sessions, followed by galas and competitions. Early mornings, late nights, the constant acrid smell of chlorine in his nostrils. But that is all swimming was now, a memory, a dream.

The problem was that Matt found fitness boring. He was naturally lazy, much preferring to lounge around that workout hard. One of his favourite words was ‘comfy’. He enjoyed being comfortable, being cozy. Early morning workouts and tough training sessions were not comfy.

So he had quit, over a year ago now. The swimming was banished to his dreams only, the memories resurfacing as he slumbered through the night. No chance of an early morning, he remained perfectly comfy in bed for as long as he wanted.

Matt slowly awoke from his dream and stretched dozily, enjoying a few more moments in his warm bed, before slowly swinging his legs to the floor and padding to the bathroom. Bleary eyed, he looked at himself in the mirror. It was undeniable, Matt was beautiful. Even in this half awake state. His face was perfectly proportioned, starting with thick luscious hair, parted in the centre into a pair of wavy brunette curtains. Then, sitting under a prominent forehead which perfectly suited his face shape were his large, ocean blue eyes They described all of his emotions in vivid detail, shining with kindness or flashing with mischief. He had thick pretty lips, which were often drawn into a cheeky smile. Just to top it all off he had perfect skin, the smooth sort which always seems to have a slight tan.

Some things had changed since he stopped swimming though. Whilst still beautiful, nobody could describe Matt as a twink any more. Despite wearing baggy tshirts, it was impossible to hide that his sharp jawline and defined cheekbones had melted away in the past months as a layer of fat had crept on and covered his body. Matt smiled at his reflection in the mirror and tousled his hair, resting his other hand on his plump gut. What a transformation from the old version of himself he had visited in his dream only moments before.

Gone was the toned, athletic physique. No more was he a model of fitness, able to convert huge lungfuls of oxygen into pure power. Instead, he was carrying a plump rounded belly. A thick layer of lard pushed far out in-front of his body. He looked down at it, causing a double chin to form and jut out. Looking back to the mirror, he noticed how stretched his skin seemed and how his large perky moobs jutted out like pyramids of fat. Not made of pectoral muscle like they were before. He noticed the red lines running horizontally across his body, formed when he sat down and all of the chub was pushed into rolls. He was also noticing a new development, chubby rolls of fat forming between his armpit and chest, he was truly, undeniably plump now.

Smiling, he rested his hands on his rounded middle. This was the life he wanted. Yes, he had always found fitness boring, but there was more to it than just that. He had always been obsessed with growing fat. Something deep inside him, which had always been there, adored the idea of being gluttonous, greedy and smothered in a layer of blubber. And now he was achieving his dream.

Becoming erect at the enjoyment of his own tubby body, he decided to do a weigh in. Bending down, causing his wobbly arse to jiggle, he pulled out the bathroom scales. Stepping on, the numbers danced before settling on 179lbs. This caused a gasp of excitement in his throat. He had done it, he was finally, officially overweight. At 5’11, he very well knew that 179lbs was the threshold for a BMI of 25.

He ran a hand between his thick thighs, where softness had replaced the powerful muscle which once existed. The sensation caused his hairs to stand on end as it tickled and aroused him. He grasped his now ample backside and enjoyed the feeling. It was…. lardy. He was no a lard arse. This had all come from sitting lazily on his fat ass all day greedily consuming junk food.

His cock was now rock hard and pulsating as he explored and enjoyed his ample body. He began to furiously rub his firm cock, thinking how it was the only part of him that was still firm. The sound of his fat slapping and the feeling of his belly, tits and arse jiggling sent him to climax and he exploded with pleasure. He smiled as he caught his breath, thinking of the greedy gluttonous day he had ahead. He truly was a pampered piggy prince, and he intended to indulge and gorge on fatty foods all day long.