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Preview for next story - Midterms to Wide Bellies
🕑 Added 2017-06-09 21:52:21 +0000 UTC249 pounds, the gym scale read. He didn’t believe it - he couldn’t. He’d been 180 at the end of June. Nobody puts on nearly 70 pounds in barely 5 months, but as he looked down at the round belly that jutted from his middle he couldn’t deny the evidence right before his eyes.
Chad hadn’t made it back to the gym after midterms as he’d promised. At first it was just one assignment he had to do, then it was another, and before he knew it was already a month past midterms and he still hadn’t gone. He’d known he had to - he’d been forced to wear baggy sweat pants for the past little while as he’d outgrown all his other clothes - but there just never seemed to be the time. And if he was honest with himself, he was afraid he’d run into his old gym buddies.
But today had been the day. He carefully snuck into the gym, making sure to go at a time that he just knew his former gym friends would never go, and got in a full workout. And it had been abysmal. He could barely do a full set of anything, and all at weight numbers way less than he remembered. His cool-off jog was more like a death march, and he’d sweated so much his t-shirt was practically transparent and clinging to every new roll and fold.
Nearly crawling back to the change room, he’d spotted the scale and thought he needed to put a number to what had happened to him. Now that he’d seen it he wished he hadn’t.
“Hey, are you maybe done using that?” The question came from behind Chad, and he’d realized he’d been standing there staring at the number way too long.
He stepped down and turned to see a familiar face - it was the fat guy from back at the beginning of the school year. Only he wasn’t so far anymore. In fact, he looked good. He still had some pudge around the middle, but the rest of him had bulked up, and Chad could even see some definition on his arms and chest. “Sorry,” Chad mumbled as he walked away.
“Thanks,” the former fat guy said, but before Chad could walk away he tapped his shoulder and handed him a jockstrap. “Also, I think you dropped this a while ago. You can have it back now, although I doubt you’d fit in it,” he said with a laugh before stepping on to the scale. Chad just stood there, open mouthed at how awfully he’d just been burnt. He didn’t even look at the new scale reading as the formerly fat dude got his number - he could already tell it’d be a lower number than his.
He tossed his old jock to the side and made his way back to his locker. Along the way he noticed three guys just entering the locker room, and was appalled as he recognized them as his former gym buddies. They hadn’t talked or seen each other in months, and he hoped they would simply not recognize him. But sure enough, one of the guys eyes grew wide as recognition dawned.
“Oh shit, Chad? Is that you?!” One said, raising a hand to his mouth in astonishment. There was nowhere for him to go, and worse, he was practically hanging out of clothing way too tight to be caught out in public. Chad was like a deer in headlights, and he just stood there as open-mouthed as the group staring at him.
Finally one stepped closer to inspect Chad, and then broke the silence. “Fuck, man, it is! Woah, dude, what happened man?”
“Um, well, I had to study for midterms, and they were really hard-” he stammered, but then a second came forward to slap him on the exposed part of his belly.
“No shit, probably the only hardness you’ve seen in a awhile, eh?” He added, a sneer painting his features.
“C’mon Tod, I was practically failing a month ago, now I’m up to a solid B,” Chad countered, but then realized his mistake.
“Solid? I don’t think you understand what solid is, fatty,” the third said, pinching Chad’s love-handle roughly. He couldn’t believe it - a few scant months ago these were his friends, and now they were bullying him!
Worse still, Chad could tell his blue balls were acting up, and all the pinching and touching were sending crossed signals to his cock. He was already at half mast, and as the former friends continue to poke and prod his newly fattened form an obvious outline was forming in Chad’s tight gym shorts.
As with everything else about Chad’s appearance, this did not go unnoticed. “I stand corrected, Tubbs - looks like you do know something about hard,” Tod said, before reaching down to roughly grab Chad’s hardon through his shorts. Chad grunted and pushed him away, while the others giggled.
“Whatever, I gotta get to class,” Chad said, head down and making his way past them to his locker. He was shoved on the shoulder by one of them, but he didn’t see who did it. He just wanted to leave.
As the group went to start their workout one called over his shoulder, “Catch you later, Tubbs, or more likely not!” They all laughed, and Chad fought back tears. He didn’t understand it - any of it. Worst of all, his cock refused to go down, leaving him with little choice than to pound one out in a bathroom stall next to the locker room. Even then, he was still at half mast for the rest of the day.
