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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: Danny At The Y
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Date: Sun, 30 May 2004 23:10:03 -0400
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September
 
Things are kind of boring so I thought maybe I'd kill some time by starting a 
dairy. So I'm sitting here trying to figure out what I should write about. 
"Here" is my room on the second floor of the downtown YMCA. It's not really 
great but it's better than what I had! Things at home were getting so bad with Mom 
that I just couldn't take it anymore. I thought that as you grew out of your 
teens that you were supposed to get along better with your parent(s). Well it 
never worked that way with Mom and me. The older I got, the worse we got 
along. Maybe I could have put up with it during the school year when we didn't see 
each other except for an hour or so in the evening, but during the summer we 
got on each other's cases so bad that it was like constant screaming at each 
other. I was all set to drop out of college after my junior year and move out of 
town - but she didn't want me to do that. So we cut a deal - I stayed in 
school but could move out of the apartment. So here I am, just starting my senior 
year in college, and living in the YMCA. Mom's paying for my living expenses, 
which aren't much, but I have to have a part time job to earn spending money 
for things like movies and clothes. 
 
In the mornings and evenings I work at the cafeteria here at the Y. The pay's 
strictly minimum wage, but I don't have to travel like more than about a 
flight of stairs to get to the job. And I get to eat for free which helps on the 
budget a little. There's only three of us that work in the cafeteria: YoYo, me, 
and another kid named Joe. YoYo is kinda the boss and cook. He's a big black 
guy and he's kinda weird. Like I think he does drugs or drinks or something 
cause when he comes in in the morning he's usually not in great shape - mumbling 
and bumping into things. But once he wakes up he's OK to work with. Mostly I 
just help serve and clean up the dishes afterwards - not too hard a job. I'll 
work from about 5am till 8am, then break for classes, and then work from 4pm 
again till 7pm in the evening. After 7pm I've got free time for whatever I want 
to do. 
 
The Y is really a kinda weird place to live. Like it has a library and TV 
room, and a game room, pool, gym, workout rooms and all that stuff which is kinda 
neat. But there are really a bunch of strange people living here. I'm on the 
second floor. There's like five floors in the building and to get above the 
first floor, you have to take the elevator. Everybody who lives here has a key 
for the elevator, and the key only works for the floor that you live on. I 
guess that's their way of keeping the different groups of people separated. From 
seeing some of the weirdos that live here - that doesn't bother me AT ALL. I 
guess that I'm in the "group" of young guys. At least all the guys on this floor 
seem to be like no older than 25 or so. There are about 30 occupied rooms on 
this floor and most of the guys seem pretty normal, although a couple are 
kinda stupid, and I saw a couple of the other guys holding hands in the hallway 
the other day - yuck! 
 
The guy I work with in the cafeteria, Joe, isn't bad. Even though he's a 
couple of years older than I am, he's still going to community college part time. 
I don't think that he's really serious about it. It's just something for him 
to do. Sometimes after we finish work, if I don't have any studying or anything 
else to do, we'll go up to his room and watch TV. He's got a small black and 
white TV set. Like I don't know when the Y was built, but it musta been a long 
time ago because except for the first floor, there's no air conditioning. On 
the residence floors, all you can do is open the window in your room and most 
of the rooms face out onto a big air shaft so there's not a lot of cool air 
coming in that way. I guess I could leave the door to my room open to help the 
breeze but I'm not sure about a couple of the guys on this floor and I feel 
safer with the door closed. It's September and the temperature is still pretty 
warm and the rooms and hallways are usually about 90 degrees or so. So a lot of 
the guys just walk around in their underwear. Joe and I must look funny, just 
lying around in his room in our underwear, drinking coke and watching TV. 
 
Joe's got a pretty good build on him. I think he spends a couple of hours a 
day working out. Course I spend all of my time sleeping, or at school, or 
working in the cafeteria so I don't have time for that. Sometimes in the evenings 
we'll get a pickup game of basketball going, but that's about my involvement in 
sports. It's not that I'm in bad shape or anything - just that I'm not as 
well developed as Joe is. Actually, some of the other guys around here are really 
into body building. Like it's the only thing in their lives. And their bodies 
really look good. 
 
October
 
The rooms here aren't really that great - but they're cheap. My room just has 
a single bed, two chairs, a desk and a dresser. There's also a small closet. 
And two windows that open onto the air shaft. Tonight I was up late trying to 
finish some Physics lab writeups for tomorrow and it was kinda warm so I had 
the door to my room open part way to try to get a little breeze. Musta been 
about midnight when I heard somebody say "Up late tonight, Dan?" I turned around 
and Joe was standing in the doorway. He asked me if I wanted to take a break 
and go for a swim to relax. I reminded him that the pool closes at 9pm and he 
said "No problemo. I gotta key that will open almost any lock in the place 
except for the main office. Lifted YoYo's keys when he wasn't looking, ran outside 
and got copies made of his master key. Now I got the run of the place." I had 
to admit that anything (almost) was better than Physics so we went down to 
the pool, being careful so that no one saw us unlocking the doors. When we got 
there, Joe just took off his clothes and jumped right in. I just stood by the 
side of the pool and he swam back to me and asked me what was wrong. I said 
something like "Uh, well, I'm not sure I want to go swimming naked. I usually 
wear a swimsuit, and I forgot that I don't have one." Joe looked at me and said 
"Well, if you don't like to be around naked guys, you're sure living in the 
wrong place. But I think I can help you out." He got out of the pool and went 
into the locker room and I heard him opening some locker doors and after a couple 
of minutes he came back and tossed something at me, saying "This oughta fix 
you up. Figured somebody would leave their locker open." What he'd tossed to me 
was a black speedo swimsuit - looked like the ones the guys on the swim teams 
wear. I wasn't really wild about putting somebody else's suit on but I didn't 
want to turn Joe down so I turned my back to him, took off my clothes, and 
pulled the speedo on. Geez it was small. Like it wasn't much more that a little 
pouch with strings on it but at least it covered me up. It made me look like 
I'd gained a little weight though cause my stomach stuck out over it a little 
in a small rounded swelling. Musta been because the thing was so small. Anyway, 
Joe and I swam around for an hour or so and just talked a little. Then we 
came back upstairs and said goodnight to each other. Joe's not a bad guy. 
 
Last night the guys on the floor were having an "underwear party." That's 
where they wear only their shorts, and run around squirting water and smearing 
shaving cream on each other. It's too weird for me so Joe and I decided to go 
out for a pizza. We hiked a couple of blocks up to the college campus. So Joe 
and I went into this little pizza place and ordered a pitcher of beer and two 
large pizzas. And we just sat there talking and drinking a little beer and 
eating the pizza. Just when the pizza and beer were almost gone, and I was feeling 
pretty "stuffed", the waitress brought two more pizzas and another pitcher of 
beer. Seems like it was a "twofer" night and the second round was free. I 
didn't really want anymore but Joe ate a little so I had some too. About halfway 
thru the first pizza I was feeling really full and I told Joe that I couldn't 
eat anymore. He said: "Hold on. This may help." And before I knew what he was 
doing, he reached down and unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped my fly. Like I'd 
never had another guy touch me like that and if Joe hadn't been sitting on the 
outside of the booth, I would have gotten up and left. But he said: "No 
offense, but when I get full it helps if I take the pressure of my stomach." I gotta 
admit, that with loosening the tight jeans that I did feel better. So we kept 
on and finished the other two pizzas and the beer. Actually, I think that I 
did most of the "finishing." Joe ate a little but mostly he talked and I did the 
eating. When we got up to go back to the Y, I felt so full that I didn't even 
try to zip up my jeans. I was wearing a big baggy shirt that came part way 
down to my knees do I was all covered up any everything. Joe had to help me to 
my room, I kept stumbling and almost fell down a couple of times. But he got me 
back to my room and helped me down on my bed and I went right to sleep. Or 
passed out is more like it. I woke up in the middle of the night and was so 
dizzy and like the room was spinning around, that I thought I was going to barf. I 
tried sliding over to the edge of the bed and putting one foot on the floor 
to see if that would stop the room spinning but that didn't help so I took off 
my clothes and just lay on the cold floor and after awhile I felt good enough 
to get back in bed. I just lay there for the rest of the night, feeling my 
full belly grumble as it digested about 3 pizzas and over a pitcher of beer. I 
musta looked awful in the morning because YoYo told me that I looked worse than 
he felt! At least I could get my jeans zipped up even though they were a 
little tighter than they had been. The pizza was OK but never again that much beer! 
 
I had to go shopping for some clothes this afternoon, my jeans had shrunk 
from the Y's laundry or something cause they were starting to feel really tight. 
Like it was a struggle to button them and then they were so tight I was 
uncomfortable so I decided to get a couple of new pairs. The pairs I had were 30" 
waist and 32" inseam. I'd always gotten Levis 501's cause I liked the tight fit. 
Yeah, I know it's stylish to have baggy pants, but I always liked mine 
skintight. Anyway, I tried on a couple of pairs of 30x32's and they were just as 
tight as the ones I had been wearing. So then I tried a 32" waist and that was a 
little better but it still didn't feel right. One of the sales clerks came 
over and we talked for a little and then he went over to another pile and pulled 
out a pair for me. I tried them on and they felt pretty good so I got a couple 
of pairs. As I was paying for them I noticed that he had given me a 34" waist 
and they weren't 501's but a style called the 550. I asked him what the 
difference was and he told me that the 550 is cut for a "fuller figure" with more 
room in the waist, seat and upper thighs. Well, whatever the difference it was, 
they sure felt better. I didn't realize that my waist size had increased that 
much though. 
 
November
 
I've gotten over being embarrassed about going around in my underwear in 
front of the other guys on the floor. Part of the problem was that when I first 
got a room here, whenever I saw another guy naked, I'd get an erection. But now 
it just seems like a pretty normal sight and that doesn't happen to me 
anymore. So when a bunch of us guys went for a late night swim last night, courtesy 
of Joe's master keys, I didn't wear a bathing suit this time (but I did wear my 
underwear outside of the pool area). I was sitting on the side of the pool 
resting for a minute, and I looked down and noticed that my belly really has 
gotten a little bigger from all the eating I've been doing. Now it's not like 
I've gotten fat or anything, but I have developed kind of a soft rounded swelling 
where it used to be pretty flat. My navel seems to be bigger too. Like it 
used to be just like this little dimple, and now it's a bigger indentation in my 
belly. I don't know whether my navel actually got deeper, or whether my tummy 
just expanded out around it. And my breasts seem to be a little bigger now. 
Like, they still look like a guy's breasts, not like a girl's or anything, but 
they're a little softer and fuller. I put my hands on my belly and I could feel 
the soft layer of fat move as I stroked it. SHIT! I started to get an 
erection. I didn't want the guys to see that so I quit RIGHT AWAY! Another thing I've 
noticed is that my skin has lost whatever tan I had from the summertime and 
is just kinda pink/white now. I know that the Y has a room with some tanning 
equipment and I was wondering whether I should start using it. When we were 
drying off after swimming, I asked Joe what he knew about the tanning room and he 
told me that he didn't think I should use it. He said he thought I looked OK 
the way I am and if I worked too hard on a tan, that "..... I'd just die of 
skin cancer when I got old." So I guess it's soft and pink for me.......... 
 
Joe was sure right about this being the wrong place to live if the sight of 
naked guys bothers you. Seems like a lot of the guys just wear as little as 
possible on the second floor - and sometimes as little as possible is nothing. 
Now I'm not into staring at other guys but it's sure interesting to see how the 
different bodies look. Some of the guys have tattoos, and a lot of the guys 
have various parts of their bodies pierced. Earrings are pretty common. But some 
of the guys have rings and stuff in parts of their bodies that I never knew 
you could pierce. One guy even has these rings in his nipples and a little gold 
chain between them - YUCK! 
 
About once a week, Joe and I will go out for a "pig out" night. We'll find 
some place that serves a lot of food really cheap and just go and eat and eat 
till we can't eat any more. It's lots of fun to just sit there with Joe and eat 
and talk about things. Usually we'll go to a pizza place although Chinese is 
OK too. Actually, I do more of the eating than Joe does. It's almost like he 
likes to watch me eat. Usually I'll end up unbuttoning and partially unzipping 
my jeans by the end of the evening. Joe was kidding me that if we keep up with 
these "pig out" nights that I'll have to get some larger clothes. I didn't 
tell him that I had to buy a couple of new pairs of jeans this week as my old 
ones were getting too tight on me - even the 34" waist didn't fit right and I had 
to go all the way up to a 38" waist this time. I think I could have squeezed 
into a 36" waist but they were pretty tight and I figured that I didn't want 
to have to keep buying new ones every couple of months so I got ones with a 38" 
waist - a little loose right now but at least they're really comfortable. 
It's funny, but by the end of the evening when I'm sitting there with my jeans 
unzipped and my belly bulging out a little, it feels really good to be so 
stuffed. Sometimes I'll just put my hands under my shirt and massage my belly a 
little. And after I do that sometimes I can even eat a little more. 
 
December
 
There's another guy on the second floor, Mike, that I've gotten to know a 
little better. Mike is a funny kind of looking guy. He's got a very slim build 
and he doesn't have much in the way of muscles - or body hair either. And he has 
this long, light brown hair that hangs down below his shoulders. He's like 
all the time brushing it back with his hands. What makes him really stand out is 
the underwear that he wears. He likes these little bikini briefs in really 
bright colors and the guys kid him about it. It's like "Hey Mike, so today's 
orange day?" But Mike just smiles and doesn't say anything. What he's got that's 
really neat is this laptop computer that's connected to a cellular phone so 
that he has a portable Internet access setup. The only problem is that he can 
only use it at night, otherwise he has to pay something like almost a dollar a 
minute for connect time to the phone company. So the other night he asked me if 
I wanted to check out some neat new web sites that he had found and I said OK 
so he brought his setup over to my room and we sat on the bed and turned it 
on and started checking out web sites. After awhile, I noticed that Mike had 
kind of moved around behind me on the bed and gotten really close to me so that 
his chest was pressed up against my back. And his head was just looking over 
my left shoulder and he had his arms under mine and around my sides, reaching 
in front of me to help me work the computer. I guess that was OK except that it 
seemed a little close to me. His hair was falling over my left shoulder and I 
could smell a slight fragrance from the shampoo he uses - like oranges or 
lemons or something. The Y was doing their usual screwed up thing with the 
heating so it was pretty warm and soon our bodies were both covered with a shiny 
layer of sweat. Pretty soon I could feel Mike begin to move against me - like up 
and down a little - and I realized that he was rubbing himself against my back 
on purpose. He started to breathe a little heavier too. I figured this was 
getting a little too weird so I moved around like I was having trouble keeping 
my balance on the bed and reached back with my left hand and got his crotch and 
gave it a couple of pretty good strokes. He made a kind of "ooohhhhh" sound 
and I think he musta come in his bikini shorts cause when I got up and turned 
around to look at him there was this wet spot on the front of the yellow 
fabric. "I'm sorry" I said, "I almost fell off the bed. Guess my leg fell asleep or 
something. Did I bump you?" "No" he said, "but it's kinda late so I better 
head back to my room. See you tomorrow, Dan." And he packed up his setup and 
headed down the corridor. Geez. Like it was fun to use his computer, but not if I 
have to put up with some guy doing that to me. The scary thing was that having 
his sweaty body pressed up against mine didn't feel all that bad and I was 
starting to get an erection of my own - but I don't want to do that kind of 
stuff with a guy! 
 
We were playing a game of basketball last week and I was on the "skins" team. 
The other guys were kidding me about the weight that I had put on. I don't 
think I've gained all that much but I think I'll make sure that I'm on the 
"shirts" from now on. It does feel kinda funny when I play cause I never used to 
feel my body "jiggle" as I ran around the court and went in for a shot. Now I 
can feel my belly jiggling and my breasts bouncing a little when I take a jump 
shot. It doesn't feel bad, in fact I like the way it feels, but I've noticed 
some of the other guys staring at me so I think I'll keep covered up with a 
baggy t-shirt. 
 
Actually, it's not only when I play basketball that I notice the added 
weight. I was jogging up the stairs to the second floor today and it was like "flub, 
flub, flub" as my belly got shaking in tune with the jogging. I stopped at 
the top of the stairs and watched as it took several seconds to stop quivering. 
I reached down and gathered a roll of it in my hands and shook it up and down. 
OOPSSS - instant erection, gotta stop that in public. When I'm alone in my 
room, sometimes I'll spend an hour or so playing with the newly soft parts of my 
body. You can guess what ends up happening. 
 
Last night as we were watching TV in his room, Joe and I got to talking about 
our favorite kinds of food, and the kinds that gross us out. Joe said that: 
"There's something in the cafeteria that's so gross that even you'd never be 
able to eat it, Dan." I said something like: "Fuck you, I can eat anything 
that's good enough for the cafeteria." It ended up with a $10 bet that he could 
find a food there that I couldn't eat. So we went downstairs and he opened the 
refrigerator and took out a metal can. I looked in it and it was so gross, it 
was the container that YoYo uses to accumulate the grease from cooking. It had 
bacon drippings, and hamburger grease, and who knows what other kinds of shit 
in it. Joe handed it to me and said "eat!" At first I was gonna just pay him 
the $10 but then he'd spread it all over that I quit on a bet so I took a small 
spoonful and put it in my mouth. I almost gagged but managed to swallow it. 
The next spoonful was easier. After all it was almost like eating bacon-flavored 
ice cream. I know that's weird but that's what it tasted like to me. I kept 
at it and finished the whole container and Joe paid me the $10. He suggested 
that we could go out for some ice cream and I could treat with the $10 but I 
figured that I had been pretty lucky to get the whole container down, and I 
wasn't going to see what happened if I dumped some more stuff in my stomach on top 
of what it was already holding. 
 
It's a week later now and it's kinda funny, but I was in my room a couple of 
days ago, just reading before I went to bed, and I was kinda hungry, which 
isn't unusual for me - I'm hungry all the time. What was unusual was that I 
started thinking about the bet that I had with Joe a week ago and what it felt like 
to eat the drippings from the grill. And after awhile I got to kind of 
wanting to eat some more. So I went down to the cafeteria and found the can and had 
a few spoonfuls. Tasted even better than I remembered, so I finished the whole 
can. Since then, I've been going down almost every evening and eating what 
YoYo accumulated during the day. Usually there's a quart or so. This morning, 
YoYo commented that the grill drippings were disappearing and he wondered what 
was happening to them. I just smiled a little and didn't say anything - but my 
belly growled a little. 
 
January
 
The holidays were a fucking disaster. That's about the best that I can say 
about them. I tried to spend Christmas with my mother but she got on my case 
again. "That place sure must agree with you. Look at the weight you've put on!" 
was how she greeted me and it went downhill from there. So after a couple of 
days, I packed up and went back to the Y. There wasn't much of anyone there - 
just about everybody else had other places to go for the holidays. So I just 
kinda hung around and ate, and read, and ate, and watched TV. I've got to admit 
that with the change in my eating habits that I've put on a lot of weight. My 
belly is much larger now, and while I was never really muscular, I've gained a 
lot of weight in my breasts as well. They're large and soft now and sag down a 
little. Before he took off for Christmas, Joe gave me a small present. It's a 
gold chain with a cross on it to wear around my neck. He was kidding me that 
the cross is to "..... keep the vampires and queers away." I told him that I 
thought garlic might work better. Anyway, when I wear the chain now, it hangs 
down in the crevice between my breasts. I don't play basketball with the guys 
anymore because they kid me about the weight I've gained. It's not that I mind 
how I look, the weight gain doesn't bother me, I just don't like the kidding 
from them. Plus, it's a little tougher keeping up with them on the court. I'm 
not as nimble as I used to be, and I usually get pretty winded about half way 
thru the game. Maybe I should take up wrestling as a sport............ 
 
I realized while I was shaving this morning that I now have a double chin. Of 
course my face looks fuller all over, but now I have this additional roll of 
fat below my chin. There's no problem shaving it or anything, it's just that 
it looks kinda funny as it jiggles when I move. For some reason, with the added 
weight, my cheeks not only are fuller but they're a little redder - almost 
"rosy." Where have I heard about rosy cheeks before? Oh yeah. Maybe I can play 
Santa Claus next Christmas. I am NOT gonna grow a beard though. I'm drawing the 
line at that! 
 
When I'm on the second floor now, I don't even worry about wearing underwear 
- just walk around naked like most of the other guys. It's not like I want to 
show off or anything, it just seems like the natural thing to do. Of course 
it's not like I walk around with my dick hanging out or anything because my 
belly pretty much covers that up. With the weight I've been gaining and the way it 
seems to all go to my lower abdomen, my belly has gotten large enough that it 
sags down now. In fact, it's big enough that my crotch is pretty much covered 
up by a big white roll of fat. 
 
Speaking of "showing off." Someone who really can't do that is Mike. I was 
taking a shower today when he came in. It's not like I was staring at him or 
anything, but I was doing the regular "guy" thing in the showers. You know, 
whenever you're with a group of guys and they don't have any clothes on, you kind 
of take a quick look around to check out their "equipment." Well, Mike sure 
doesn't have much in the way of equipment. Now I can see why he wears those 
bikini briefs all the time instead of going naked like most of the other guys. I 
don't know how old Mike is - with his slim build and lack of body hair it's 
tough to tell - but I'd guess he's in his early twenties. But his dick is a tiny 
little thing - more like you'd see on a ten-year-old kid. I don't know why I 
never noticed it before but his nipples are bigger then I've seen on most other 
guys. Heck, they're bigger than I've ever seen on a guy. They must be about an 
inch across, and they're a dark brown color and look kinda puffy and stick 
about a half inch. It doesn't seem to bother Mike though. He seemed to spend a 
lot of time soaping and rubbing them in the shower. 
 
Joe came back from his holidays with a tan. That asshole had gone to Florida 
and left me hanging around here alone! He was surprised when I told him that I 
would have liked to go with him. He noticed my clothes and suggested that we 
should go shopping so we did. I got a bunch of these big polo shirts, in the 
largest size that I could find. It's like they're big enough for about 4 people 
and come all the way down to my knees. And I got some really big baggy jeans. 
Joe suggested that I get a couple of pairs of suspenders and that seemed like 
a good idea. The jeans that I had been wearing kept slipping down below my 
belly and I had to keep pulling them up so my belly wouldn't show below my 
shirt. When I was alone in my room, I'd like to pull on my tight jeans and see how 
difficult it was to button them up and how the large white sack of my belly 
poured out and down over the waistband, but in public I didn't like that to 
show. So I really like the new clothes. They cover me up so people can't kid me. 
Well, the guys on the second floor wouldn't kid me cause I'm good friends with 
most of them. But like when I'm working in the cafeteria or walking around 
outside, I'd notice people staring at my belly when it kind of bulges thru the 
gap between my shirt and the top of my jeans. The new clothes are really loose 
and baggy and comfortable and really hide the bulges and rolls of my body. That 
is, you can tell that I'm getting pretty big, you just can't see the exact 
shape. After we finished shopping, Joe took us to an ice cream shop and we got 
hot fudge sundaes to celebrate my new wardrobe. Well, actually I had four of 
them. I felt like a pig to keep eating and eating but Joe said to go ahead and 
enjoy myself. My second chin has developed a chin of it's own - guess that 
means I've got a triple chin. Joe was kidding me about how cute I looked with the 
hot fudge dribbling down my chins. I couldn't help it, once I felt my belly 
start to fill up with the ice cream and fudge sauce, I couldn't stop shoveling 
more and more ice cream into my mouth till I was totally filled. Then I could 
just lean back in the booth for a couple of minutes enjoying the stuffed 
sensation in my belly. 
 
February
 
It was kinda warm working in the kitchen this morning and I had my shirt 
sleeves rolled up to try to cool off a little. YoYo kidded me about my "wings." 
"Wings?" I said, "I'm no fucking bird." "Yeah? Look at your arms" he replied. I 
held my arms out in front of me and I saw what he meant. I'd put on some 
weight in my upper arms (is that the biceps?). When I held my arms out straight, a 
sack of fat hung down about 3" or so beneath each arm. And when I moved my 
arms they swung back and forth. I'd never really noticed them before. Then when I 
put my arms down at my sides, the bags of fat sagged down and kinda covered 
up my elbows on the outside a little. Interesting but so what. 
 
When I got back to my room after work, I took off my clothes and checked my 
body out in the mirror. Of course the mirror is only a small one and hung up 
over the dresser, but by moving around enough I could see my whole body. I guess 
everybody gains weight differently. For some reason most of my weight gain 
seems to be in my lower belly and my upper chest - and of course a little on my 
arms. There's a really fat guy on this floor but he's fat all over. When he 
walks his thighs even rub together and he has these sacks of fat on his legs. 
Now my legs and thighs have gotten bigger, but nothing like that. And I was 
surprised to see that my butt hadn't really gotten huge like the fat guy's had. 
Again, interesting but so what. 
 
I've taken a break from going to college. I didn't really like it and I found 
out that I could take a semester or two off without getting kicked out 
permanently. So I did. It's nice not to have that chunk of time out of my day 
anymore. I still have to get up just early in the morning, but now I can relax more 
during the middle of thee day. I find that I spend a lot of the time in the 
cafeteria. YoYo's teaching me how to become a short-order cook. He tells me that 
I've already got the figure for it. Joe's started calling me "Chubs" now. I 
know that he's just kidding so it doesn't bother me. 
 
As I was sitting at the desk in my room writing this diary, I realized that 
my belly has grown large enough that it rests on the top of my thighs when I'm 
sitting down. I don't know how to explain it but it feels good. I like it. I 
can spread my legs and let it sag down into the opening between them a little. 
After a couple of minutes of this I had a huge hard on. I kind of played with 
my belly a little, massaging it and moving it around, and then I came. Big 
jets of cum all over the desk. What a mess! I don't know why the sight and feel 
of my expanding body excite me so much. 
 
Mike's been bugging me a little lately. Most of the other guys on the floor 
won't have much to do with him and I think that he wants to be my friend. Well, 
I don't mind talking to him every so often, but it's like several times a 
week he wants to come over and spend time with me in my room. Like last night, he 
brought his computer over and we were playing around and found some really 
gross sites on the web - which was fun. But it's like Mike was snuggling up to 
me till he was almost sitting in my lap. And he kept "accidentally" touching me 
with his hands. Like he'd be typing at the keyboard for a minute, and then 
he'd just kinda let his hand slide down into my lap. Well actually, it didn't go 
into my lap so much as lay on the top of my belly. Finally I had to tell him 
that his touching me was making me feel kinda funny and I wished that he'd 
quit it. I think that he finally got the message cause he moved away from me and 
didn't bother me again that night. 
 
March
 
I've been trying to take showers at the Y when the other guys aren't around. 
It's not that I ashamed to have anyone see me or anything, it's just that I 
like the privacy. When I'm alone in the shower and I've got myself all covered 
with soap, it feels good to run my hands over my body, feeling it's new 
softness and growing size. Sometimes I'll take both hands and reach down and lift my 
belly up a little and roll it's layers of fat around between my hands and then 
drop it and watch it jiggle and sway back and forth. It feels so good to 
stand there with the warm water running over by body and dripping off it's bulges 
of fat that I usually end up jerking off - not something I'd like to do in 
front of a group of guys! 
 
Today was warm, relatively, for winter so Joe and I went out for a walk. We 
were passing a tattoo parlor and I commented to Joe that some of the guys on 
the floor had the dumbest tattoos. "Yeah" he said, "I'll bet you ain't got the 
balls to get a tattoo." Shit, here we go with the bets again, I thought. 
"They're too expensive, and I didn't bring any money" I said. "Hey" he said, I'll 
pay for it. So what's your excuse now, you chicken." I gotta admit that he 
hadn't left me much room to maneuver so I agreed - but just a small one. So we went 
inside and I was looking at the designs on the wall but Joe said that he 
wanted to pick a design that would surprise me. I started to argue with him but 
figured that I'd just lose again so I gave in. So Joe told the guy what to do 
and I just sat there for over an hour while he put some kind of design on the 
upper part of my right arm. I thought it was going to hurt a lot but he put 
something cold on my arm and all I felt was a weird tickling feeling. When he was 
done, I looked at my arm in a mirror and the whole upper part was covered with 
a huge tattoo of a HOT FUDGE SUNDAE! Talk about stupid. "You made me look 
like a fucking food advertisement" I told him. "There are worse things" he 
replied. Sometimes I don't understand Joe. And I'm the one stuck with the picture of 
calories on my arm. 
 
Well, I guess that Mike has found somebody to hang around with. There's this 
new guy on the second floor, Chuck, and Mike has been spending a lot of time 
with him. When I saw Mike yesterday, I could swear that he was wearing eye 
shadow, and when he brushed his hair back, I could see that he had a number of 
rings in his ear - like maybe 5 or 7 small gold rings. I saw Mike and Chuck in 
the TV room the other day and Chuck had his arm around Mike's shoulders. 
Whatever. 
 
Even with my tent-like clothes, I know that Joe's aware of the weight that 
I've put on. Not bad comments. Just ones like "You're looking better these days, 
Chubs." It's almost as if he likes to see me gaining weight. Well, if he 
didn't want me to gain weight, he's doing all the wrong things. Whenever we're 
together, It seems like he's doing something to encourage me to eat. Like the 
first thing in the morning when we go to the cafeteria to work, he'll toss me a 
couple of jelly doughnuts as a "wake up snack", and it keeps on like that all 
day. 
 
April
 
Jesus, the Y sure can't keep the temperature controlled very well. They've 
got the steam system screwed up and even with the windows open the temperature 
on the second floor is like 90 degrees. It was past 11 o'clock last night and I 
was lying in bed trying to sleep when I heard a knock on the door. I got up 
and went over to the door and it was Joe. "Hey Chubs" he said, "It's too 
fucking hot to sleep, let's go take a shower to cool off." I told him no thanks, 
that I didn't really want to. He looked at me for a minute, and I guess he knew 
what I was thinking because he said that "..... it's OK. Nobody will see you. 
We'll be the only ones there. The other guys were drinking beer in Jaymie's 
room and they're all asleep now." So I grabbed my towel and stuff and followed 
him down the hall. The showers on our floor are really just one big room, but 
it's broken up by partitions into 3 smaller rooms - with each room having 2 or 3 
shower heads in it. I saw which room Joe went into and I went into the one 
farthest away, took off my clothes and stepped into the water. Boy did that cool 
water feel good after being in that furnace of a room. After a couple of 
minutes, I heard Joe behind me. "Come on Chubs, what are you doing? Hiding from me 
or something?" He'd joined me in my shower room. I turned around and saw his 
eyes travel over my body. I don't think he'd realized how much weight I had 
gained until now. My belly is now a large white sack of fat that sticks out over 
12" in front of me and now hangs down in several rolls and layers almost half 
way to my knees. I haven't been able to see my feet without bending over for 
over a month now. My breasts are about the size of small melons now - large 
soft white mounds that sag down and rest on the top of my protruding belly. 
Remember the gold chain and cross that Joe gave me for Christmas? The cross is 
completely hidden under my swelling breasts now. As I stood in the shower room, 
with the water slowly washing off the soapsuds that covered me, everything 
kinda wobbled and slowly swung from side to side. But he surprised me by just 
saying "Hey Chubs, what's the matter? You look fine to me. But I can't soap part 
of my back. Can you reach it for me?" And he handed me his soap and washcloth. 
It was like nothing at all had happened! I took the soap and moved up to him, 
trying not to let my belly touch him as I soaped his back. "Oohhh, that feels 
good. Keep it up." He told me. I realized that I was getting a hard on and 
shortly had the mother of all erections. Suddenly he backed up sharply so that my 
belly ground into his butt. "Oops! Slippery spot on the floor there." he 
said, continuing to rub his ass into the sack of fat that my belly has become. I 
couldn't hold it any longer and came, splattering my cum down my legs and on 
the bottom of my belly. I don't know whether Joe knew what he'd made me do but 
he shortly turned around to me and said that "..... doesn't that feel a lot 
better? Let's dry off and go get something to eat!" I didn't know what to say by 
them so I agreed and we got dressed, headed out to an all-night pizza place 
and got a booth over in a corner. He ordered two large pizzas with double 
toppings and, when no one was watching, proceeded to slowly feed both of them to me, 
occasionally reaching under my shirt to slowly massage my belly as he fed me. 
We didn't talk a lot that night, just sat there next to each other. Finally 
we headed on back to our rooms and Joe said to me as he headed down the hallway 
to his room "Anytime you need help washing your back, just give me a call." I 
didn't sleep at all that night, just lay on my bed thinking about what had 
happened. My weight doesn't bother me, it's just a side effect of my eating. But 
does Joe actually want me to gain weight? I can't figure this out. 
 
May
 
Same old stuff at the Y. Get up at 5am to work in the cafeteria. Knock off 
for a couple of hours around noon when things get quiet. Then work again till 
about 7pm or so when we knock off for the day. Well, there's one thing that's 
different. Joe's being much more open about encouraging me to eat. It seems like 
he's always shoving some food my way in the cafeteria - hardly gives me time 
to do my job sometime. And our "pig outs" are now several times a week instead 
of just once. Last week we went out and "pigged out" almost every night. But 
it's me who's doing the pigging most of the time. Joe just sits there and 
talks to me and watches me eat. Sometimes if we're in a place where nobody can see 
us he'll actually feed me, continually filling my mouth with food. It's kinda 
weird but I like to eat so much that I go along with him. It's like almost a 
sexual thing now. After a night of stuffing myself when I'm sure that I can't 
swallow another mouthful, and Joe will slowly massage my belly till I can eat 
some more, I get this really strange feeling like I'm going to come in my 
pants - and usually I do. 
 
June
 
I've been having these really weird dreams about me and Joe. With us doing 
things I never would have thought of a year ago. After thinking about it for a 
couple of weeks, I figured the only way to put it out of my mind was to try it 
to see what happened. So late one Saturday night when things were really 
quiet, I went over to Joe's room and tapped on the door. When he opened it, I said 
"Hi. I'm gonna take a shower. Wanna join me?" Guess he didn't have much else 
to do cause it took him about a half second to smile and say "Sure, why not." 
We headed on down to the showers and did the usual lather up and wash off 
thing. After I'd done this a couple of times, Joe looked at me and said "Geez 
Chubs, you clean enough, or what?" I kinda stammered for a minute and then said 
"Uh, well, I was thinking about trying something if you wouldn't mind cause I've 
been thinking about it a lot but if you don't want to it's OK in fact maybe I 
just ought go back to my room now." Joe stepped closer and asked me what I 
meant. I blurted out "I want to suck your dick!" And then I was so embarrassed 
that I turned around and started to leave. Joe stopped me by saying "Chubs, it's 
OK with me. I want you to." So I turned and walked back to him as he stood 
there in the spray and steam from the shower. I slowly got down on my knees. 
Because of the size of my belly as it lay on the floor in front of me, I had to 
kind of kneel with my legs far apart to straddle it. When Joe walked toward me 
he had to spread his legs a little to straddle it too. Finally we were in 
position. His dick was at my eye level and about a foot in front of me as I 
reached forward and gently touched it. Joe groaned a little in pleasure as I wrapped 
my hands around it. It looked and felt so big. But I couldn't go any further. 
After a minute I blurted out "No! I can't do it!" And got to my feet and 
lumbered out of the shower room. Joe didn't say anything and I didn't turn to look 
at him or say anything as I left. I couldn't sleep at all that night - 
thinking about what I had done, and what I hadn't been able to do, and wondering 
what would happen the next time I saw Joe. The funny thing was that when I saw 
him the next morning, it was like last night had never happened. He treated me 
the usual way, tossing me a bagel full of cream cheese and saying "Here's the 
first of many." 
 
It's a couple of weeks later and Joe still hasn't said anything about that 
time in the shower. He was kidding me this morning that I've invented the "Chubs 
waddle." I can't help it. My belly is so big that it hangs down nearly to my 
knees now and protrudes about 18" in front of me. When I walk I kind of have 
to move my legs to the side and forward to clear it. And when I stand at the 
counter and serve the folks, I have to lean forward to be able to reach past it 
to serve the food. I gave up on the jeans and suspenders several weeks ago and 
got a couple of pairs of super large bib overalls. They're easier to get on 
in the morning and the straps over my shoulders keep them up better than the 
suspenders did. A huge flowing shirt completes my dress. Underwear is a hassle. 
Aside from not being able to find anything that's comfortable to wear, getting 
the shorts up over my feet is a problem with my huge stomach in the way, and 
then it keeps pushing the shorts down toward the floor as I walk. So just the 
bib overalls and shirt complete my dress in the morning. So what if I waddle a 
little. Joe doesn't know how good it feels to have my belly bouncing against 
and rubbing on my thighs as I walk. If he only knew....... 
 
Taking a piss is kind of a problem for me now. Other than getting my clothes 
off and on, there's the problem of just reaching my dick. With the layered 
rolls of fat that make up my belly sticking out in front of me, and my dick kind 
of hidden down beneath my belly and between my legs, it's tough just reaching 
it. Like if I lie on my back in bed, I can reach around my belly and push it 
out of the way and grab my dick - but that's obviously not a great position to 
piss from. The other guys on the second floor could just drop their pants, 
step up to the urinal, and let fly - the piss would just go into where it's 
supposed to. But the last time I tried that my belly got to the urinal about a foot 
before my dick did. And I'm standing there with my belly jammed in the urinal 
which wasn't too clean to begin with and full of cigarette butts - gross. So 
I've found what works best for me is just to go into a stall, drop my pants, 
back up till I hit the toilet bowl, sit down, and let 'er go. 
 
July
 
We were sitting in Joe's room watching TV the other night. Well, he was lying 
on the bed and I was sitting at the foot, with my legs spread out to the 
sides and my huge protruding sack of a belly lying on the floor between them. As I 
usually do when watching TV, my hands were continually moving over it's 
surface - playing with it, massaging it, and playing with the layers and rolls of 
fat that make it up. I didn't realize that Joe was watching me till I heard him 
say "You really like gaining weight, don't you?" I thought a minute. Did I 
really like to gain weight? No, that wasn't it. "It's more that I like to eat. 
And I like the way my body feels. Whether I gain or lose weight isn't all that 
important" I said. "Level with me" I continued, "You like to see me gain 
weight, don't you?" "Yeah" he said. "But it's getting late. Want to take a shower 
with me?" I figured why not, so we headed down to the showers. Joe in front and 
me doing the "Chubs waddle" after him. When we got in the shower he said "My 
turn to wash your back." "Whatever" I told him. So he came up behind me and 
started to soap up my back. It felt so good and relaxing - almost more like a 
massage. Then his hands worked their way down to my sides and the rolls of fat 
that hang over my waist at the sides. He soaped and massaged those for awhile. 
Then he moved in closer till his belly was against my back and moved his hands 
around to my front and up to my large fatty tits. Again, soaping, massaging 
and cupping them in his hands. "You've got better tits than I've seen on any 
girl" he said. I wasn't sure what to say so I just stood there. After he 
finished with my breasts, he moved his hands and the soap down to my belly. Playing 
with it, rolling it between his hands, and cupping his hands under it's rolls 
of fat and lifting them a little before dropping them and feeling them jiggle. 
By now I was getting really turned on and had this huge hard on - trapped 
below my hanging belly. A few more minutes of feeling his body pressed against me 
and with his hands moving over my hanging rolls of fat and I couldn't wait any 
longer. I came in huge spurts of hot cum. As I stood there with the cum 
dribbling down the bottom of my belly and the insides of my thighs, Joe said "Now 
it's my turn. But don't worry. This won't hurt." He moved me gently forward 
till my belly and breasts were pushed against the cold tile wall of the shower 
room. Then I felt him rubbing something greasy and cold on my butt and then 
something was shoved up my ass. He was shoving his dick into my ass! It came in 
farther and farther and when I thought he couldn't enter me anymore, he began to 
move slowly in and out. Oh my God. I had never felt anything like it. I felt 
fuller than any of the times that I had gorged myself. It seemed like he kept 
up the stroking for ever. I felt like I was going to burst but I didn't want 
him to stop. Finally he groaned and stopped the stroking and just leaned his 
body against mine and I knew that he'd come too. By then we were both so 
exhausted that we just cleaned ourselves off and went back to our rooms. I slept so 
well that night that I didn't hear the alarm go off in the morning and YoYo had 
to send Joe up to wake me up. "Hi big guy" he said when I waddled over to the 
door of my room, still half asleep. "Want to make a date for another shower 
tonight?" "Why wait till then" I said. "I have a feeling I'll be pretty dirty 
about 2pm this afternoon!" 
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