Unconvincing Gains
#2 of Six Short Weight Gain Stories (series)
Originally published: October 3, 2018
Bruce is a name you'd normally hear when you think of strong, muscular men. Well, Bruce Rovano was one of those people. Emphasis on WAS. He used to love his strong build, making every day he wasn't around friends or work a gym day. He was a bit of a meat head, focusing on brawn over brains. Though ironically, that's what sort of lead to his body's downfall.
His transition from meat-head to lard ball started innocently enough. He tried going for a bulking season, consuming tons of calories, more than his average intake. But he wasn't exactly aware that it meant he had to work out more as well. Then it became advertisements for fast food, which originally he hated, though maybe just one meal wouldn't hurt. Besides, it's a two-for-one deal. And then his friends caught on, unfortunately before he did. They teased him at first, leading him to blushingly deny their accusations that he'd grown overweight. It was just water weight! Not like they were helping, since they decided to fuel his change for their own amusement.
It only hit Bruce that he was becoming fat when he woke up one morning. Dragging, or rather rolling, himself out of bed, he waddled over to his dresser, and that's when his eyes caught sight of what he was now. His abs were now replaced with a large, sagging gut. His arms were at least a third of the size of his chest, and his legs were double that, with his blubber but sticking out awkwardly behind him. He couldn't believe his new size, his chubby cheeks parting with shock. Yet, for some reason, he kinda liked it. It wasn't ideal, but maybe he could work it out. Besides, he couldn't really be out of shape, this was just part of the routine. He flexed his arm, watching how the flab bunched together between his bicep and forearm. Heh, he still got it. But now was not the time to think about weight, now was time for breakfast. And a dozen egg omlet with a tall glass of whole milk was sounding quite nice.