"Yeah I'm up for that" I muffle out - my mouth full of the last doughnut in the packet.
"See you in the lobby in about five then, Fatso!" Sam shouts, stealing a final glance of my relatively full gut as she slams the door shut.
I immediately shut off the TV and get up off the couch. Well, I say 'immediately', it took about 20 seconds to get off the couch actually. My new weight seems to prevent me from doing tasks that I would have previously found very easy to accomplish.
I finally get to my feet and walk down the corridor to my bedroom. My steps are heavy, and rather than simply walk, I now have a slight waddle to my stroll.
Standing in front of the full length mirror in my room, I pull down my briefs and examine my body properly for the first time in a number of weeks. My 4am binges and absolute lack of exercise has taken its toll; my face is now looking much fuller than it has ever done before - my slight jaw line has been replaced by the first hints of a double chin forming. My chest, although never particularly toned anyway, has gained a pair of man boobs which are not very large, but are hanging very gently above my softening belly. Speaking of my belly, this is the area I am perhaps most fascinated with. Unlike some of the other big guys at school and around Seattle, my gut is not big, round and hard. It is soft, warm and squishy, with the odd roll as I stand - and many more when I sit. It makes me feel more like a proper 'man'. My arms and legs have also fell victim to my late night gorges, with my arms generally looking a little larger, and my thighs now touching quite considerably.
I am proud of my new look, but am still not content - much more food will be needed yet!
Right, down to business. I open the third draw of my dresser and begin to rummage for some swimming trunks. Eventually I find three pairs; a small and two mediums. Small was my usual size before the extra weight, but there wasn't a chance I'd fit into them now! I throw them under my bed, and hear them land on what sounds like (and probably is) multiple candy bar wrappers. The two mediums both look very similar, except one has an elastic waist, whilst the other does not. Naturally, I choose the elastic waist "You're gonna need all the help you can get, aren't you buddy?" I rhetorically ask my gut as I give it a shake with both hands, sending ripples through my chubby torso.
Pulling up the shorts, they pass easily up my calves and fairly easily passed my thighs too. The challenge however, came to my ass and waist. I ended up forcing the trunks up passed my ass in order to get them to fit, leaving me red in the face from my exertions. My belly is hanging over the waistband of the trunks somewhat.
Now, do I need to wear a shirt or something? It's a hot day and the pool is only two blocks away.
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