Byleth’s Fat Camp- Caspar the Muscle Chub Fanatic
Another new installment in the series with Caspar as the focus! Here we learn that the camp has resources for campers interested in muscle as well as fat.
Longest so far cause I was having fun. Linhardt, Raphael, and Balthus also get brief introductions here too.
While promoting gaining fat is the principle that Garreg Mach was founded for, they Camp understood that many campers would also like to build and maintain muscle. Which is perfect for a man like Caspar.
Capsar is a rowdy man of average height with aqua blue hair and eyes. Until a few years ago, Caspar had been a pretty short and scrawny guy. Plus, his family was filled with accomplished athletes. As such he was obsessed with bulking up with muscle to compensate for his insecurities. He hadn’t put much thought in the idea of also bulking up with fat; even though he spent so much time around his childhood friend Linhardt who is a natural chubster.
But when he suffered a leg injury, he accidentally gained some belly fat. It was then he had an epiphany; getting fat rules.
“So that’s why I’m here!” Caspar joyfully explained to Byleth. “Plus, Linhardt tagged along!”
Linhardt yawns, “I was fine gaining on my own, but when Caspar told me he was coming here, I figured I should go with him.”
Byleth smiled at the dichotomous duo. “I’m sure you will both find the facilities here to your liking.” Byleth looks down at the two men’s papers. “So, you’re both aiming for 300 pounds?”
“Is that a bit unrealistic?” Caspar asks.
“More than enough other campers set that as their goal as well. Including those smaller than you.” Both men were among the heaviest amongst others of their height. Linhardt is a pure fatty who loves to lounge and graze on food, so he started the year 250 pounds with 80 of those made of fat that sagged from his belly and cushioned his ass and thighs. Caspar started at 220 pounds thanks to 60 pounds of muscle and fat combined.
Caspar laughs and loudly proclaims, “Good! I will beat them too it!”
As expected from a man who made such a bold claim, Caspar approached his time at camp like a competition. He spent nearly every hour of the day in the gym, working out and stuffing his face. While running on an elliptical, he’d eat a kebab. In between reps of lifting weights, he’d devour bags of jerky. He’d cool down by guzzling down a 32oz shake. Watching sweat trickle down hi body was an amazing sight to see; his firm round ball gut, his bulging biceps, his bouncy bulbous bubble but, and his thick thighs that were probably heavy and strong enough to smash two watermelons. And of course, he always picked out clothes that were just a little too tight or showed off his skin. His two most frequently chosen shirts included a t-shirt that rode up to his navel and a muscle shirt that offered a generous look at his side moobs.
Even meals were made into a sporting event by him. He would incite the other campers to challenges. “Let’s see which one of us can eat the most teppanyaki in ten minutes!” “I bet I can finish ten meat pies before you can!” He wasn’t always the most thoughtful about which other camper he’d attempt to incite; someone like Ignatz who preferred moving at his own pace or Dedue who preferred savoring the food. But just about everyone humored him at least once.
There were two individuals who were frequently willing competitors, both big bears that were giants compared to him. The first was Raphael; a nearly seven-foot-tall man in the Golden Deer cabin, was also working on both muscles and fat. Unlike Caspar, getting big seemed to naturally come to him his whole life. But the two had developed an exceptional bond and they frequently teamed up in the gym and feast enough to threaten the cupboards. The second man was actually a counselor junior to Byleth, the counselor Balthus who was in charge of the gym. Who, was a notorious wrestler that got into debt troubles. He got a job at the camp last year, and ended up growing with the rest of the campers. He would loudly root for Caspar and got reprimanded by his colleagues, except Byleth, for showing favoritism. Caspar’s feelings of inadequacy when sized up next to the two bears was clear to Byleth, but they were really proud of him and happy to be his friends.
Three months into the year, Caspar had gained another 40 pounds from his effort. He had outgrown the wardrobe he brought with him, but fortunately Byleth was able to find similar substitutes to his favorite tops.
One afternoon while Byleth was walking to his office to get something, he found Caspar taking a break on a bench alone. He had a container of leftover Veggie Pasta Salad. However, instead of tearing into the container like a starving man, he was quietly stirring the food around with his fork. He was in a pensive trance. Byleth called out to make sure he was alright, “Good afternoon, Caspar. Are you enjoying your food?”
Caspar lifts his head up and blinks out of his trance. “Hey Byleth! This stuff is still delicious even after being in the fridge.”
“That’s good… Has something been bothering you?”
An exhausted sigh escapes from Caspar. “Yeah…”
“May I sit down beside you and discuss the matter?”
“I’d appreciate it.”
Caspar shimmies to the end of the bench and Byleth gently sits next to him. Because of the nature of the camp, benches and seating were designed with massive bottoms in mind, but even still they were both of their bodies straddled the edge of the bench seat.
“Your gains have not only been consistent; they have been quite large.”
“Sure. But when I stand next to guys like Raphael or Dedue, I feel like I’ve gone nowhere.”
Byleth knows that pain all too well. “Everybody has their own unique way of growing. It’s more beneficial to look back on your past self.” Byleth chuckles, “I can only imagine how much hooting and hollering there’d be if the past Caspar could see you now.”
Caspar perks up and laughs a bit too. “Yeah. I feel so much bigger and stronger now.”
“Yes, just like that! I’m still far from where I want to be too. But when I focus on my success and look at my body like I would look at someone else’s, I feel like I won a tournament.”
Caspar gets excited, “How have your gains been this year!?”
Byleth blushes and answers, “15 pounds. I’ve never gained this much in three months before!”
Caspar smacks Byleth on the back and hollers, “HELL YEAH DUDE!”
This sends Byleth into a laughing fit. Both men cackle for a minute till their faces are red and tears fall from their eyes.
Byleth catches his breath and expresses his gratitude. “It’s thanks to support from people like you that I’ve come so far.”
Caspar settles down and bares a satisfied smile on his face. “If we work together, we can overcome any hurdle.” He lifts his fork and stabs pasta with it until it overflows. He shoves it in and moans with delight. “Now it tastes even better!”
“Funny how that happens. How about I feed the rest to you?”
“Please do!” Caspar hands the fork and container to Byleth, and the counselor begins delivering chunks of pasta to him. They empty the pound of food in under a minute.
Caspar smacks his lips, “Thanks bro.” He stands up and stretches his arms in the air, giving Byleth and any passer by a good glimpse of the bottom of his belly and top of his ass.
“What are you going to do next?” Byleth asks.
Caspar slaps the sides of his beach ball sized gut, sending ripples across the surface. He pinches the sides and shakes it up and down, “I’m starving! I’m gonna hit the buffet!”
