former varsity athlete shane who goes to college and doesn’t get completely fat, but gains enough to straddle the line between ‘normal’ and ‘overweight’. he can hide the changes with clothes, mostly, but when his shirt is off — and when he compares himself to photos from a year ago —the difference is undeniable. pillowy-thick fat padding his lower belly, widening his waist, creasing into rolls when he sits down. he can’t stop himself from poking and prodding it, alternately ashamed and aroused by the pudgy body built by late nights of stress eating, scarfing down enough excess calories that the occasional exercise of his beer-league hockey games couldn’t make a dent in working it off. no one’s really said anything to him about it—it’s really not that much of a gain, so they might not have noticed, or maybe they’re just being respectful— but sometimes shane finds himself wishing they would. sometimes he wants to hear out loud all the things he’s thinking in his head.
whenever the desire gets too strong, he downloads reddit.
a new burner account every time. photos taken in the dorm mirror while his roommate is away. he wears just his smallest pair of boxers, tight enough to emphasize the way his belly plumps over the waistband. a few pictures sitting down, where his rolls are more pronounced. a few pictures squeezing them, to show how soft they are. dizzy rush as he uploads them to r/AmIFatBrutallyHonest, always some variation of the deliberately ignorant caption. always been slender but gained a pound or two at school, worried im starting to look chubby?
the replies come in immediately, like they always do.
Yes, sorry but you are seriously chubby. You’ve got tits and way too much belly fat. Good news is you’ve got a nice build on your arms and shoulders, so lock in at the gym and cut the carbs and you’ll be golden.
Pound or two? bro i think you mean 10x that
Dude you’ve got a gut with fat rolls what do you think
Definitely fat, but you carry it well
Chubby. Lose about 20 pounds before a woman will touch you
Jesus look at that blubber
Shane reads them all with the same unflinching expression, his cock getting harder with every notification until he’s rubbing himself as he scrolls. Chubby. Obese. Too much belly fat. Shame curdles deep in his gut as he palms his stomach, feeling the soft ooze of it between his fingers as he groans around the throbbing of his cock. It feels so good to be told off for what he is. The humiliation like a cleanse.
He comes in his fist before he swipes over to his DMs.
It’s only been 10 minutes, and there’s already 18 message requests. It always astounds him how fast they come in, as if there’s vast swathes of horny men out there waiting to pounce on any new wankbait like sharks scenting blood, and well, probably there are. he opens a few messages distractedly, all variations on the same theme. Hi cutie. you do look chubby, but it actually suits you really well. i don’t think you should lose any. ever thought about gaining more? And Shane will play dumb when he messages back, and he’ll engage in enough simultaneous banter with the 18 sharks out in the deep to get his dick wet enough to get off again, and then he’ll fall asleep with his phone in his hand and wake with a lurching feeling of horror and shame, opening the app and deleting his account immediately, swearing he’s never doing that again.
When Shane wakes up in the morning, he’s fully intending to follow that same routine. But the app opens to a DM he’d left off the previous night, and for some reason he stops to reread it.
Hello. You are very cute, u/LoonBear81 had written.
Shane had sent back his standard bait reply. Really? you don’t think my belly is too chubby?
No. Is perfect. Like soft pelmeni, I could eat you up.
Shane hadn’t been sure what a ‘pelmeni’ was, but it sounded vaguely eastern european. Shane’s roommate was Russian or Ukrainian or something, and though he hardly saw the guy — he was always crashing with some other Russian girl he knew off campus— it had crossed Shane’s mind that maybe he could ask him the next time he saw him. And then he’d immediately felt stupid, because obviously he could just google it—except he wasn’t going to even do that, he was just going to turn off his phone and get a few hours of sleep and delete his fucking account as soon as the sun rose.
But now the sun is streaming brightly through the thin dorm curtains and Shane’s stomach is dropping to his feet, because another few messages had come after Shane had fallen asleep.
Is funny, my campus has same type of dresser and mirror in our rooms.
Shane presses his fist to his forehead and mouths fuck.
And of course—of fucking course—that’s the moment his roommate decides to come home.
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