Bob’s Gaining Journey - Part 6 (Patreon)

I couldn’t gain more. Since the incident at the buffet, I swore to maintain my weight. I was on the verge of losing my mobility but still able to live my life while impressing every single person I encountered. It was a perfect balance. If only I could strengthen my muscles, carrying that boulder around would be a lot less demanding...

That’s why I took all my courage and got a gym membership. I know it’s gonna be immensely painful, but the thought of having all those eyes admiring my belly at all times gave me the motivation I needed to make the move. I went to a sports equipment store and bought a headband, thinking about the gallons of water I would be sweating (I’m sweating when I’m walking, imagine when I’ll train!), and bought the largest shorts and shirt they had. You should have seen the cashier, looking at me thinking “is that guy really going to start working out?”

Gym, the first day. I could barely fit between the rows of lockers. One guy was changing, but when he saw me advancing toward him in the corridor, he dropped everything on the floor and started running naked, as if I was the boulder in the Indiana Jones movie, about to crush him. That gave me a pretty solid idea of what my gym journey will look like.

I tried to put on the sleeveless shirt that I bought to train, but seeing that it couldn’t even cover an inch of my titanic belly sphere, I decided to put it aside and just train shirtless.

My trainer was Oscar. He was the biggest bodybuilder I had ever seen in my life. I was speechless while admiring his immense muscled body. To my surprise, he seemed to have been as awestruck as me, but for the sheer amount of fat I was carrying. We stood there a few seconds, in awe of each other’s size, my fat, and his muscles, like a ying-yang of mass.

“Ahem. So you’re Bob, is that right? Are you here to...hum… I mean…”

“Lose weight? No. I love eating too much to lose this belly.” He looked at me shocked. It was a revelation for him to talk to someone proud to be that fat. “I’m getting so heavy, I need to work on my strength to move around. Mostly in the legs.”

He was surprised but kinda relieved that I wasn’t there for cardio. He suggested the leg press: that’s what I needed the most to support my weight. But seeing the angle at which I had to sit shocked me.

“Here, sit on this”, he said.

“I… don’t think I can…?”

Puzzled, he suggested: “what if we...hum...roll you in?” He didn’t want to sound condescending, but I have to admit, at this stage of my gain, I was an inflexible round ball of fat. It was the only solution.

I stood up next to the machine and I let myself fall on my side, supported by his strong arms. He slowly lowered me while loudly grunting until I was on the ground.

He rolled me until I was locked inside the machine, and I screamed.

“Oh god”, he said, realizing that the angle of the machine made the gravity push my mountain of blubber down. My face was completely covered by it. I couldn’t breathe.

Once again, he used his inhuman strength to lift the ball of fat and keep it in the air while I was catching air. Once I regained my senses, I noticed how good it felt to have his meaty paws on my belly. He tried to find the perfect spot for a better grip, and it felt like a massage. We blushed at the same time.

“Ok, on my mark!1-2-3-lift!”

“AAAAARRrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhh”

I pushed like never before on those weights, but most importantly, on my belly, which was totally in the way.

We were both sweating like pigs and groaning like ogres. Every single person in the gym stopped to look at us two: the biggest men they ever saw, working together on my enormous belly. We were oozing testosterone. Even the biggest bodybuilders in the place were intimidated.

To be continued.