The cashier awkwardly rang up the food while trying not to look at Hugo’s exposed lard, hairy and hanging heavy with stretch marks. He relished every moment.Īfter a long meander down the snack food aisle and a quick detour through produce just for show, Hugo went to the register. People regarded him with shock and disgust, sometimes pity. A young fat white slob whose clothes didn’t even fit him, gorging himself on dairy and junk food outside of his parents’ watchful eyes. This was usually when people started to stare. Butter, whole milk, heavy cream, whipped cream, sour cream, they all made it into his cart. He tended to stick with boxed wine because it was cheap and went down easy. He moved on to ice cream, multiple tubs, and then alcohol. His criteria when shopping: does it look good and is it fattening. Pizza, chicken wings, pasta, you name it. He grabbed a cart and started in the frozen food section. The swoosh of the automatic doors felt like the embrace of an old friend as his eyes lit up at the aisles of food waiting to fatten him up. He was at the grocery store nearly every day, racking up charges parents’ credit card. This was the only exercise he got without any classes. Wobbling to the market on foot Hugo relished the stares his exposed overhang garnered. A denim jacket that could no longer button accentuated his protuberant gut. Some gray sweatpants showed off his half chubbed dick and caked up ass. A solid two, maybe three, inches of belly fat hung free beneath the hem. It was the perfect shirt to wear to the grocery store. His pig brain took one night and he ordered it online whilst fapping. He was determined to add a fifth and sixth by the time spring break was over and his roommate returned to the dorm.Īfter rinsing off in the shower he pulled on a size small T-shirt. He burped and rubbed his stomach, fingering the four stretch marks around his belly. He lurched out of bed, his stomach sloshing with an unholy combination of cafeteria food, Boost VHC, and ice cream. He started jerking absentmindedly but then remembered he had to save his loads for when he was stuffing. He was already hard again, his erection comfortably sandwiched between his expansive thighs and ballooning gut. Can't remember the last time I even tried so I didn't know what to tell him.Hugo awoke from his nap plastered in jizz, chocolate syrup, and ice cream. Got asked by a friend if I'm capable of doing a single push-up. Also tried on my summer shorts and discovered that I don't have a single pair that fits. Noticed that my stomach hangs out the bottom of some of my shirts now. On my arms, legs, love handles, and stomach. Suddenly started noticing faint stretch marks in tons of places. He knew me back when I was 170 lbs so he definitely had noticed what was happening. Back at school, a chubby guy in my glass started talking to me about how much we have in common, which I was very entertained by. I soon after added a pint of heavy cream to my daily milk routine. Got told seriously by my parents that I needed to lose weight. I had this particular pair of jeans that I had to zip over and over again throughout the day because the buttons were strained so much that the zipper wouldn't stay up. Regularly wore some of the tightest clothes I've ever worn just because I still hadn't bought new clothes. And by a worker at McDonalds of all places. Got called a "big guy" for the first time. Almost like they were too nervous to say anything. Nobody said anything, but I caught them staring quite a bit. I got to go swimming with some old high school friends. I went to a family gathering and had my weight commented on for the first time. I started drinking a gallon of milk a day. Some shirts were starting to get tighter but I hadn't retired anything yet. I passed my first "stopping point" and suddenly began thinking about how much time I had left in the school year to keep gaining. My best friend was staring at me and randomly asked if I had been working out. It was a pretty cheap routine, but I gained the weight FAST. I began drinking a half gallon of whole milk every day. I thought I'd revisit some of my favorite moments along the way 110 lbs heavier than I was at the beginning of college.
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