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A Gut Feeling, Part 1
🕑 Added 2021-04-27 00:18:14 +0000 UTCWhen he was in college a few years year ago, Christopher “Kit” Stevens worked out as much as he could. He spent long hours in the gym lifting huge weights, focusing his efforts on the development of his chest and arms (like any vain young man), and then returned home to stuff his face with as much protein as he could suck down. The other lifters at the gym took notice of his intensity and could tell his routine was making a difference, especially since he constantly strutted around the gym flexing. When he was in peak shape, Kit weighed in around 240 pounds on his 6’3” frame and had a body that made many men either jealous with envy and hungry with lust. His wavy blond hair, blue eyes, and killer smile also helped him to attract a lot of attention.
But that was then – now, at the age of 24, two years of dead-end jobs and dead-end relationships had stifled Kit’s willpower to stay in shape. Instead of working out each night, he would head to a bar to drown his sorrows and then head to a diner for a lengthy gorging session. He was still pretty strong thanks to his years in the gym, but his once glorious physique had changed from “hot” to “not.” Instead of 240 well-sculped pounds, he was now a bloated 300.
Kit sat at his breakfast table one morning sucking down his usual breakfast: a large omelet, bacon, peanut butter toast, and waffles smothered in syrup and whipped cream. He was also shirtless, with his flabby torso squeezed up against the table and his moobs jiggling every time he picked up more food and stuffed it into his mouth.
He was scrolling through job listings on his phone since he had been fired from his previous gig at an electronics store, when he spotted an ad about an open audition for a new workout show on a local cable channel. The producers were apparently looking for a regular Joe as a host – someone who could appeal to a wide section of the population, and not necessarily a chiseled hunk desperate for more Instagram followers.
After reading through the qualifications, Kit decided to give it a try – he didn’t have the same body he used to, but he still had an ego that needed to be stroked, and “successful TV host” would certainly help accomplish that task. Besides, Kit needed a new job anyways, and his background in fitness, height, and good looks (he still had bright eyes and sexy hair) would probably help him stand out from the competition. So he got dressed in the nicest workout clothes that still fit – a black track suit that helped to hide some of his flab – and headed down to the studio where the audition was being held. He parked his car, signed in at the front desk, and was escorted into a large room with about 40 other potential hosts.
Kit immediately began scouting out the competition, and overall thought he had a pretty good shot at getting the job. Most of the other men were either too fit to be considered a “regular Joe,” or were so overweight there was no way they could lead an exercise session.
There was one man, however, who could be trouble: Dex Stone. Dex had been a very famous bodybuilder up until a few years ago. He had been the talk of the industry when he was winning all the major bodybuilding championships around the country with his very taut and toned physique.
Dex also was a very personable fellow, and many people were charmed by his easygoing and folksy demeanor – so much so that he started getting a lot of offers to star in television commercials for national gyms, workout clothes, and supplements.
His downfall came on the set of his last commercial, one that he did for a new protein bar that promised all the benefits of a regular bar but with a much better taste. And this snack actually delivered – it was not only high in protein, but also tasted like a smooth, rich, creamy chocolate bar. Without realizing it, Dex got hooked on the taste of chocolate while filming the commercial and suddenly couldn't get enough of it. He started drinking chocolate milk with every meal, eating a dozen chocolate donuts as a snack, and cramming Snickers down his gullet instead of chicken breasts.
Within six months, he had piled on about 50 pounds of flab due to this chocolate addiction, and suddenly found that he could no longer get work in commercials or compete in contests. He tried to diet to lose his newfound spare tire, but unlike previous times when he had bulked up, the excess fat just wouldn't go away. At the young age of 26, he suddenly found himself retired from bodybuilding and trying to figure out a new career to sustain the lavish lifestyle to which he had become accustomed.
Kit took a good look at the ex-bodybuilder, who was still very handsome even with the weight gain. Dex was about 5'10 or 5'11 with (ironically) chocolate brown eyes and hair, and he possessed a nice tan that looked like it came from the sun and not a tanning booth. He was probably around the same weight as Kit, somewhere in the 300-320 range, and also appeared to have a solid set of muscles underneath due to his years of heavy lifting. He still had a broad chest, solid arms, and a beefy rump and thighs sticking out from his gray athletic shorts that screamed “I did not skip leg day.” The best word that Kit could think of to describe the man was ‘thick.’
“I have a gut feeling it will come down to Dex or me,” thought Kit. “Maybe I’ll make my way closer to see if I can find out anything I might do to sabotage his chances.”
The former lifter sauntered closer to his mark, and initially, there were no obvious opportunities. Dex was standing near the corner of the room and not really interacting with anyone else. His hand were folded across his gut, and every 30 seconds or so he would tug on the bottom of his navy blue t-shirt to make sure it was covering his belly.
But then, Kit caught a lucky break as Dex received a phone call. He pulled the phone out of his pocket, turned to face away from others, and started talking in hushed tones. Kit sidled up as close as he could to listen in without appearing as though he was eavesdropping, and although he couldn't make out everything, he heard Dex say several things:
"I'm sorry your alimony check bounced....money has been a tight lately...I'm here now trying to get a job...please stop yelling, I'm doing the best I can...."
Dex listened to the caller without speaking for a few more minutes, and then ended the conversation with a very sad sounding "goodbye." He put the phone back in his pocket and immediately made a beeline for the snack table where he started chowing down on donuts as fast as he could.
“The call had to have been from Dex's ex-wife, Candy,” thought Kit. She was a Hollywood starlet who had quickly married Dex after he won his first big bodybuilding contest, and then she left just as quickly when he gained weight and couldn't compete anymore. Rumor had it she was just a golddigger who had married him for his money, even though he had really loved her and did everything possible to make the relationship work.
Kit watched Dex scarf the donuts, and in the process he smeared frosting all over his face and hands; it was obvious he was stress-eating as a reaction to the phone call and had lost a good deal of his self-control and willpower. Kit could definitely sympathize with Dex’s weight gain, as he had gone through the same thing the past few years, but his desire to win the gig was more powerful than his desire to play fair.
"I bet if I stress Dex out even more, he'll do something even more embarrassing," thought Kit. "And I have the perfect idea."
He took out his cell phone and accessed the Internet, finding some photos he would need for his plan and bookmarked them so they would be ready to go. Then he made his way over to the snack table and walked up next to Dex, who was still eating donuts as quickly as he could.
"Hey there, big guy, you look familiar. Do I know you?" asked Kit.
Dex stopped eating and turned toward Kit. He gave the tall handsome stranger the once-over while he finished chewing and then replied, "I'm sorry, but I don't seem to remember you."
"You just look so familiar. Are you famous or something?"
Dex shook his head. "Nope. Not me. Just a regular guy looking for work."
Kit then pretended to recognize him by widening his eyes. "I know you. You're Dex Stone!" he exclaimed loudly so those around him could hear. "You were like the top bodybuilder in the country."
The fat man's face immediately turned red, and he spoke in a quiet tone hoping that Kit would reciprocate. "Sorry, buddy, you must have me confused with someone else."
"Oh, I get it,” replied Kit with a sly smile. “You don't want everyone to know you're a superstar. But what happened to your body, dude? You used to look like Superman, and now, well, not so much. Look at this big ol' belly," he added, while putting his hand on Dex's gut and giving it a shake.
He would have backed up, but the snack table was behind Dex, so he continued to try to convince Kit that he wasn't a former bodybuilder. "I'm sorry, but I'm just a fat guy who likes to lift weights. I was never a bodybuilder."
Kit pulled his phone from his pocket and pretended to quickly search the web. He turned the screen toward Dex and showed him a headshot from when he won his last contest. "Look, dude, that's you after the Mr. Hunk contest a few years back. It's so cool to meet a famous person!"
Dex dropped his head, knowing he couldn't deny his identity any further. "OK, yes, it's me," he said. "But please keep your voice down. I don't want the other guys to know."
Kit then pulled up another photo – this time it was a full body shot when Dex was in the best shape of his life. He had just finished a workout and his muscles were practically bulging out of his tank top. "Well, look at you in your prime, dude. Goddamn, what a body you used to have. Look at how big your muscles were. They're still sort of big now, but they have all this fluffiness covering 'em up."
"Yeah," agreed Dex, not knowing how to handle the situation. He was horrified to have someone pointing out his weight gain, but at the same time it was exciting to him. He never understood why getting fat was such a turn on, but he couldn't deny that he liked being bigger. "I've put on a few pounds since then."
"A few! Looks more like a hundred or so." Kit lowered his hand, picked up the bottom of Dex's t-shirt, and pulled it up to reveal his bloated torso. "That tank is full, full, full. Look at it shake and wiggle. I mean, you won Best Abs at least three or four years in a row at the Mr. Hunk contest, right? Can you imagine what the judges would say if they saw your enormous gut? They would probably award you Best Flabs – ha! And look at those saggy moobs! They're bigger than a Playboy centerfold."
Dex grabbed his shirt hem from Kit and pulled it back down. He could feel his body heat rising, and his cock was definitely getting hard. "I don't know who you are, but please just go away. My weight gain is nobody's business but mine."
Kit took a half step back to give Dex a little more personal space. "Sorry, man. I was just wondering how one goes from superstar muscleman to chunky ex-athlete so quickly. You must have really wanted to put on the pounds to gain so much. You must have wanted to get big and soft and flabby, right? Is that it? You liked the idea of becoming a fat boy, so you stuffed your perfect body until it became this big, bloated mess."
As Dex listened, he realized his body was tingling all over. His excitement level was high, but he couldn't stop it because deep down he knew Kit was right. As much as he wanted to believe he was disgusted by his body, it also turned him on a lot to get fat.
"I gotta make this guy stop," Dex thought, as he could feel his dick sprouting in his tight shorts. "I'm getting too excited. But he’s making me so hungry and horny. God, I wish I had a double bacon cheeseburger right now…with onion rings and French fries smothered in Thousand Island dressing…and a thick chocolate milkshake.”
As Dex started to daydream about food and his erection grew, Kit couldn’t help but notice. Even with Dex’s belly sticking out in front of him, the tenting of his shorts from his monster cock could not be concealed.
