Interlude: Oscar, heavy rider (Patreon)

(This interlude takes place after “Bob’s Gaining journey”)

Oscar was barely able to balance his fat body on his bike. Despite the large size of his Harley, he looked like an elephant on a tricycle. You could hear the metal creaking under his weight.

Oscar had always been a large guy, but lately, he accumulated fat like a bear preparing for his hibernation. The reason was simple: he had been eating out with Bob each day for weeks while he was on vacation, in a quest to try every restaurant the city had to offer. It has been one year since Bob got immobile and the hospital shrunk him back to a manageable size. They celebrated that milestone with a bit of over-eating. They enjoy their time together as much as the impossibly big amount of food they got to eat every single time. Oscar loved seeing Bob’s belly blossom to his fully spherical form, but he also enjoy more than ever the feeling of being absolutely stuffed after a big meal. As a result, the bodybuilder’s waist BLEW UP in size. His break from the gym and his obscene eating routine turned him into a mountain of fat and muscle, dwarfing everyone and everything on his path. He was barely able to reach the handles of his bike, because of the gigantic round mound of fat filling the entire space in front of him. After only a few additional days of eating, he would have to drive only by using his belly, by twisting his torso, while the handles would be wedged on his blubbery middle.

The leather vest he wore was barely visible from the side, almost completely hidden by his enormous arms. He had this vest since he started his bodybuilding journey: hard to imagine that he was able to close the zipper all those years ago. Now, the logo on his back was so stretched out that you could barely see what it is supposed to be. It was also way too short: his 15 inches tall love handles were bulging out all around him, uncovered, like a muffin top. Surprisingly, his leather pants still fit him well, although stretched tightly around his meaty legs. He had many identical pair, custom-made for his bike rides. He had them made a while back when his muscular body reached his critical mass. They were very elastic, so they soon became his everyday attire, after having ripped every sportswear with his huge thighs and ass. He was surprised to see them still in one piece after gaining more than a hundred pounds in a short amount of time. The scent of leather and sweat was Oscar’s signature smell.

He was on his way to see his biker friends. Even though he looked like an invincible badass on his Harley motorcycle, he was nervous. He didn’t know how his friends would react to his change of shape. He always liked the bulk of the offseason, the feeling of being bloated, ballooned, and clumsy. But this time, he truly let himself go, like never before.

When he finally reached his friends, they were of course surprised by his extremely heavy and immense body, but after a few jokes about his belly, they never addressed it again. They laughed, drank, and played pool all night. Most of his friends were older, beer-bellied men, for which beauty and body shape was not a concern. They accepted him as he was in a matter of minutes. All of Oscar's worries were unfounded, fueled by his own insecurities, still unsure if the rest of the world would accept a permanently fatter version of himself.

The next day, Oscar got back to the gym and started his workout, melting his body fat like butter. Members of the gym were in awe by the determination and sheer strength he was displaying all day long. It proved why he was the owner of the gym: he was the undefeated king of his kingdom.

After a few weeks, he was back to his original muscular self. He was proud, but in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wondered how much fatter he could have grown if he kept the same eating habits. Seeing how Bob felt when he was at his absolute maximum last summer made him envious.

Maybe one day, he’ll let himself go. Get fat. Incredibly fat. Immobile, even. The dream.
He thought about his winter vacation in 6 months, wondering if Bob could help him make this dream come true.

To be continued in “Bob and Oscar’s Perfect Evening”, this month’s story on the Patreon