Dave had never considered himself big. He may have noticed his clothes fitting tighter, his jeans unable to be held up by belts anymore forcing a switch to suspenders. He had to wear wifebeaters constantly under his clothes, the only thing that seeemed to stretch over his growing stomach while his wardrobe constantly rode up exposing him.
Still, he couldn't seem to see the weight that constantly packed on his body as a bad thing. He saw himself as a daddy, built, powerful and confident. He could feel it, his body filling with a kind of strength he never had before. He looked down, admiring his body.
His body had developed into a thick, round shape, the weight of his belly barely contained by the jeans he wore. His chest was broad and strong, his arms thick and chubby. His clothes fit every curve and every line of his form, his suspenders tight against the stomach pushing out his belly for all to see.
He took pride in his appearance, feeling content with the extra weight on his body. He felt it gave him a sense of power and authority, a king in his domain. He was a big daddy, and he loved it.
