24 Hour Fatness

*24 hour fatness follows a fit young man as he visits his home town and finds that things in his city aren't quite what they used to be...*

Heading home for the holidays wasn’t something I was looking forward to initially. My family’s a drag, my old friends’ lives seem to revolve around the small town drama, and everyone there is just so… skinny. To be honest I’ve always preferred my men on the chunkier side, and by that I mean just about as big as I can get them. Nothing gets me going more than see a big fat gut hanging out of a snug shirt. And I knew my hometown just wouldn’t be able to give that to me.

At least that’s what I thought before I arrived.

My first hint that this was going to be a weird trip came about when my dad picked me up from the airport. Now, my father had never been the healthiest man in the world but nobody ever would’ve thought of him as fat. He’s always been handsome, but in more a rugged single dad kind of way. He was the eye candy of the town, most of the middle aged citizens would probably commit a felony just for one good night with him, but good old Pops never seemed interested. Growing up he was a great father, he always made sure that we had everything we needed and more. And just like with everyone else in town, he was bean pole. Key word: was.

I got his text telling me where he and his car were as soon I stepped into the airport closest to our little town. I gathered my luggage as quickly as I could, antsy to see my dad. It had been almost a year since I last saw him in person. College will do that to you, especially in the later years when you’ve gotta work and study full time. Dad and I had kept in touch, talking on the phone a few times a week, but that had panned out considerably over the last few months. Everyone gets busy this time of year I suppose.

I found his car, a small black Honda Accord, in the sunny parking lot via his directions. I could easily recognize the car as his by the small dent in the back from the time I drunkenly backed it into our mailbox. The doors were unlocked so I threw my luggage into the trunk and hopped into the front. I wish I could’ve gotten a picture of the look on my face when I got into the car- I had been sure that was my dad’s car that I just threw my stuff into, but that wasn’t my dad.. Or was it? The man in the driver’s seat couldn’t be my dad, this man was fat. And I mean, like, really fat. Maybe if he had been wearing a shirt I wouldn’t have jumped out of the car so quickly and apologized, telling that fat man that I thought he had been someone else. I was embarrassedly unpacking my luggage by the time he could get his window rolled down, laughing and telling me to get in the car, telling me that it was actually him. I saw the man’s pudgy, dough covered face in the side mirror. Same full head of silver hair, same piercing grey eyes as everyone else in the family, same scruffy neck. Yep, this was my dad.

I finally got in the car, nerves calming down. I took a good look at the obese man sitting next to me. His face looked as handsome as it always had, but now with fat cheeks, several chins, and a thick neck. Moving down I looked at his massive frame. His once flat chest had grown into two soft, slightly hairy grapefruits with fat nipples resting on top of a belly so big it jammed into the steering wheel. His black cotton shorts looked like they were about to burst over two hugely fat thighs. His arms were at least triple the size of the sticks they used to be and his legs were crammed apart by the huge mound of fat that was starting to fight his oversized appendages. His smile was as big as could be. He looked younger somehow, like the fat in his face pushed out the light wrinkles he used to have.

“Jesus son, you almost made me drop my Coke screaming like that.” He told me. “I can’t believe you didn’t recognize me at first! I’ve been putting in a lot of extra hours at this new gym that popped up, some 24-hour place or other that moved to town. I guess it’s good that you can see a difference, though. I’ve really been working hard there.” I couldn’t believe my own dad thought he looked more fit than he used to. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that he’s put on at least 200lbs of fat since I last saw him, but he was telling me that he looked good! Honestly, I was secretly hoping that the new gym had had an effect on some of the other twigs in town, but I wasn’t letting myself get hopeful.

Dad drove us home with difficulty, it wasn’t easy for him to move around in the small space of the car. Him and I talked about other things, but it was still weird. I couldn’t stop watching his shorts to see if the seams would bust (when he got out of the car I noticed that his bare ass cheeks were pushing out of a large rip in the back). We stopped by McDonalds on our way home per his request, I only said yes to see how much he’d actually eat. Looking back, I should probably be surprised that he only got three Big Mac meals. Looking back, I shouldn’t have been surprised that he finished all three by the time we got to the house.

Our house was exactly the way I remembered it, not counting the mess of food wrappers, boxes, and bags that littered every possible surface. The place smelled like fried chicken. It wasn’t the worse thing, though. In all honesty I was just glad to be home. As I carried my stuff to my old room, I looked at some of our old photos on the wall. The skinny man who once lived in this house was just a memory. Maybe I’d see him again, I thought to myself.

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The next day I went grocery shopping so that we’d have some decent food for us, or at least me, to eat. I’m sorry but I didn’t think I could live off frozen pizzas, Nutella, and potato chips like my dad did. Not many people were out shopping but the few men I did see for the most part had seemed to have packed on a significant amount of fat. I noticed a black haired guy around my age eating from an almost empty box of donuts from the bakery. His black tank top clung to the top half of his gut, the half that it still covered. Deep red stretch marks ran down his side fat and onto his chubby ass peeking out of his dark grey sweat pants. He gave me a disgusted look, like he couldn’t believe I was out in public. I swiftly ran my cart away, hoping that I was doing an okay job at hiding my huge hard on.

Later, the guy who checked my groceries out, Tommy, had been a few grades older than me in high school. I almost didn’t recognize him, but he had the same copper undercut that he had back when he swam for varsity. It was obvious that Tommy had given up on clothes that fit a long time ago. Considering he was one of the fatter men I’d seen since coming back to town I wasn’t surprised. He let his uncovered belly rest on the counter, often sloppily hitting my groceries against it sending his fat body quivering. It took a huge effort not to cum right then and there, I actually managed to wait to touch myself until I got back in my car.

Having just relieved myself for a bit, I decided to check out the rest of the town and see if everyone was blowing up like balloons around here.

Movie Theater: Fat guys

Bowling Alley: Fat guys

Mall: Many fat guys mainly concentrated around the food court

I know I seem ignorant for going along with all of this, but I had just woken up in the middle of my wet dream. What would you have done? Asked questions or jerked off?

Anyway, a large amount of the fat men who wore clothes that fit had that 24-hour gym’s logo on their stretchy attire. I knew then that I had to check the place out.

I looked up a map and was on my way, trying to ignore the consistent boner that had become my new companion. Soon I arrived at the gym, if that’s even the right word. This place had the biggest lot in town and several over. The building, while not too tall, spread out for what seemed like forever if you got too close. Their neon red logo shined their name out for anyone remotely close to see. I was surprised to see that their large parking lot was considerably full, I didn’t think any of the fatasses I’ve seen throughout the day actually worked out. Something weird was going on, that was certain.

I walked in holding dad’s work ID in my hand. He told me that he, and pretty much everyone else in the town, got their memberships free through whatever company they were working for. As a son of a worker, fat dad said I should be able to get a free membership too.

The gym’s setup was a little unusual, but I blamed that on the size of the immense place. I entered a lobby of sorts, completed with a front desk and small, empty waiting room. There were several flat screens around the room playing a workout video with some buff guy jump roping. I barely noticed him, my attention was on the hunky desk man. To put this bluntly, there was a large electronic counter with 5 digits of space reading ‘00717’. I had instantly assumed that was the large man’s weight. He was absolutely huge, definitely the biggest man I had ever seen at that point in my life. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and I couldn’t tell if he was wearing anything on his bottom half. His fat spread in front of him like a sea of blubber, everything melded into each other like rolling waves. His belly hung in between his thighs, it almost looked like he was wearing some sort of fat suit. But no, he was just that big. His moobs folded over on themselves, something that almost made me lose my bearings right then and there, and melded into his back fat. His gargantuan ass took up his bench sized rolling chair and spread out far and wide, full of cellulite.

And there was some middle aged ripped guy sitting next to him, feeding the man I wanted to marry peach cobbler out of a tin.

I took a deep breath and approached the front desk, muttering something about a membership. I threw the paperwork fat dad sent me with at them, I needed to pull myself together. There was a piece of paper taped down on the counter that read “MAYOR DAN SMITH WILL GAIN ONE POUND FOR EVERY PERSON THAT JOINS THIS MONTH, GUERENTEED!” Underneath the writing there was a picture of our mayor, Dan Smith, shaking hands with the ripped guy in this same lobby. It was then that I made the connection. The stunningly beautiful mayor of our town, the mayor who had initiated fitness programs for kids and participated in regular 5K’s had quadrupled his weight since I had been gone. The man couldn’t have been over 35, and his life had been ruined by this agreement. I didn’t care why or how Dan Smith got involved in this deal, all I cared about is how much I want to fuck him. Hundreds of pounds of naked, jiggly fat in front of me and I couldn’t touch it.

The men were saying some stuff, but I couldn’t hear them. I was so, so god damn horny. The ripped man handed me a card, I assumed it was a membership, and let me on my way. I needed to get out of there, so I headed to the door labeled ‘Locker Room’ as the once beautiful Dan Smith, with chiseled abs and arms as big as my head, swallowed another bite of cobbler. The number on the back wall ticked to “00718”.

For such a big gym, the locker room was underwhelming. Nothing too much bigger than the one we had at the university gym. The lockers were a sleek silver and the tiles seem new but well stood upon. Ahead and to the left there was an area for showers and toilets. I headed straight for the stalls, ready to take care of my cock that was sticking straight up in my athletic shorts. I awkwardly ran, glad that the room was empty.

At least I thought it was. When I turned the corner to the bathroom I saw an obese nude man standing on a scale, trying to balance the weight. The numbers kept going up. The guy standing on the scale was approaching 350lbs from what I could tell by the weights on the scale. His short cropped blond hair was well styled into a blond point above his forehead. His back was wide and flabby, just how I liked it, and it hosted an ass that was so round and smooth I wanted to cry. Despite this man’s weight gain, his butt had managed to stay just as bulbous and perky as it had always been. That had to be the same ass that taunted me in the high school football locker rooms, years ago. I knew it just had to be. Instead of ducking out into a stall like I had planned, I waited for the fat boy to finished and step off the scale. The metal clunked loudly and the fatty stepped off, clumsily stepping off the scale. I had thought it was cute that he hadn’t gotten used to his new girth just yet. He swung his weight around and I looked right into those sexy eyes. Usually I would have behaved a lot better in a locker room, but this was a special circumstance.

“Nick, is that you?” I asked, mouth dry.

“Oh… Damn dude I haven’t seen you since high school!” He walked towards me, breathing heavily. Jesus, he fattened up well. Everything about him is plump and round. Nothing unnecessarily saggy, everything perky and rotund. His fat tits pointed opposite ways, and his smooth belly looked extremely soft and heavy. He definitely had eaten a lot recently, his belly looked swollen as it swayed above his pubic fat. His cock was buried in fat, but it made a small appearance when Nick saw me.

Nick used to be the star quarter back of our high school. Everyone either loved him or wanted to be him, despite the fact that he could be an asshole if you rubbed him the wrong way. Our lockers were always right next to each other because our last names were similar, so we kind of got to know each other. Every day before practice I would admire his body, wanting perfection like that for myself. He hadn’t been extremely toned, but his muscles had definition. He was well proportioned, I always thought his body shape was the ideal for any human. And that ass, fuck me. His bubble but was the only source of fat on his lean body, and he knew how to work it. Always wearing tights jeans and wobbling it in front of me after games. I could tell he knew I had been into him. After all, who wasn’t? He was Fit, 6’4, handsome. Every man’s dream.

And then the glutton was right in front of me, 200lbs heavier than I had previously seen him. He was walking towards me. He was stuffed, fat, breathing heavily, and walking towards me with his thighs rubbing against each other. He stopped right in front of me. He told me I looked sick, he asked me if I was okay. After reassuring him that I wasn’t deathly ill, he invited me to come shower with him. Guess what I said.

I followed him to the showers with my very clear boner leading me. On the way we passed the uncleared scale. 368lbs.

Nick turns on a hot shower and started lathering himself up. Wait, he was eating something. In the shower? I was too turned on to care. I stripped and took the shower right next to him. I didn’t have soap with me, so I was standing there naked and awkward. Nick had been making small talk, catching up with me. Apparently he got his associates and worked some accounting job now. I was glad to hear it wasn’t anything laborious. Nick got to washing his tits and ran his hands over his fat chest. They bounced as his hands went over. He grabbed one and shook it, like it was new to him. His nipples were way bigger than I remembered them to be. He washed his belly, his hands sinking into the fat. He rubbed it, like he was hungry. He burped and I smelled Mexican food on his breath. We were so close. I heard a splat, he had dropped something.

“Oops, dropped my burrito.” He said in that deep, sexy voice of his. He widened his stance to bend over. As he folded his fattened body over, he had trouble reaching the burrito. I looked right at his huge ass, opening up for me. Nick’s obese face looked at me while bent over. He wobbled his ass and grabbed his legs. He knew what I wanted to do. I took a step forward and put my cock into his tight, wet asshole. God the release felt so good. I had been needing to shake one out for hours, and I couldn’t help myself. I moaned and so did Nick. He liked this, this is what this fat boy wanted. I grabbed his love handles and mounted him against the wall. As I pulsed he jiggled, he jiggled so much. In less than a minute I was cumming in his fat, perky ass. He came with me, we moaned in pleasure.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for that.” He told me, breathing heavily. He was sitting against the wall, his fat rolls folding on top of each other. I helped clean his huge body and put on his tight clothes. A pair of slacks that wouldn’t button and a dress shirt that left the bottom buttons open. His tits threatened to burst the tops ones. He had to get going, some late dinner meeting with his clients from out of town. As Nick walked out he passed a newer fatty, with a gut the size of a volley ball bouncing up and down with breath, laying on the floor passed out next to a pizza box. Nick took the half eaten slice from the man’s hand and struggled to walk out the door in his skin tight clothes.

While there, I figured I should at least check out the gym. Just as I was about to enter the main room, the gym door flew open. A gigantic, bronze belly, easily bigger than Nick’s, hits my lithe body and sent me to the floor. I looked up at the naked behemoth towering over me. His cock and underbelly were soaked in cum. His penis barely stuck out of his fat sack. His hairy belly, 10 inches from my face, kept moving and hit me, dragging across my face. When it slid off it jiggled back into place as if nothing happened. The fat man grunted at me, not capable of being bothered with someone as skinny as me. I wiped the dude’s cum off my face, pretty sure that was one of my good buddies from high school turned huge. He didn’t even notice me.

I finally got to enter the door, and what I found scared the living daylights out me. The room was absolutely massive, with wide, reinforced reclining chairs lining the walls and creating rows in the middle. At the edge of every row were elegant tables full of disgustingly unhealthy refreshments (greasy sandwiches, corn dogs, fried candy bars, cakes and pastries, etc. ) and soda fountains lied every 30 or so chairs. I guess it was convenient for the fatties, they never had to leave their chairs for too long. Screens lined the wall and hung from the ceiling, playing various channels for the fattass to watch. And the fatasses, there were so many of them! Basically every chair as far as I could see was full. Pretty much the whole town, and probably others, had to be there. I walked through the aisles, terrified of the fat men who rested in them. A guy around Nick’s size, eating a donut dripping with glaze, rammed into me as I was wandering. Both of us too mesmerized in food or fat to notice one another. Each of the men, varying in size from pudgy to, on occasion, Dan Smith sized, were naked. All of them had tubes twice the size of straws hooked up to their chairs and flowing into their fat mouths. The strangest, and for me the most erotic, part was the cup hooked up around every obese man’s bare crotch. The cups pulsed quickly, almost going in and out, making a constant drone of suction noises from each and every chair. Despite my fear, I was rapidly getting turned on. I was so close to all of the fat men- I could reach out and squeeze them if I wanted. I needed to get back to the locker rooms. I needed to get back home and ask dad what the fuck this place was. I half ran back to the locker room door, where the ripped man from before was waiting for me.

“Not so fast.” He asserted. “You came through all the trouble of coming here, why not give a chair a try out?” His voice was strong but comforting. I wanted to do what he said. His nametag read ‘Tyler, Owner and Manager’.

“Thanks Tyler, but I really should get going…” I had said, weakly. He knew that deep down, I wanted to try a chair. After all, the smell coming from them had been intoxicating. I wanted to try whatever was coming out of those tubes.

He wasn’t going to let me go. “You know what? I’ll even help you figure out how the equipment works.” His smile was reassuring, so I agreed. We walked together for a bit, his hand on my shoulder. Eventually the fatties started to thin out, and Tyler helped me into a chair.

“Alright kid, take off your shirt and take a seat. We wouldn’t want that getting in the way of your jock.” Tyler instructed with a friendly tone. I obliged.

“So here from this tube,” He explained, holding the tube, “Comes your protein drink. It’s important you get your protein to build those muscles, right? Here, try some.” And I did. I still remember how it tasted for the first time. The stuff was creamy and sweet, extremely sweet. I didn’t mind though, this stuff was addicting, I couldn’t get enough of it. And Tyler knew it.

“Alright to get the full body workout, you’re going to have to take off your shorts too. I’ll look away if you want, whatever makes you comfortable.”

“No, it’s okay.” I said, not caring about what this man sees. We were both adults, after all. I took off my shorts and my boxers at the same time and sat back down. The plush seat was warm, I slightly sunk into it.

“Take this,” Tyler told me, holding up a suction cup hose thing, “And put it on your junk. This is your jock; it’s how we burn those extra calories while you work out here. When you’re ready I’ll turn it on.” I place the jock against my flaccid dick. It went soft when the ripped man started touching me. Tyler flipped a switch on the side of the chair and the jock came to life. It suctioned itself to my skin and started pulsing, jerking me off perfectly. Just as I was ready to cum, it calmed down, placing me in a state of ecstasy. Between the tube pumping protein in and the jock working me out, I was sure I’d be in better shape than Tyler in no time. I quickly forgot about Tyler, not sure if he even said goodbye. I spent 12 hours working out before I finally left that night. As I walked out, my shirt seemed tight against my bloated gut. I was excited to see how truly ripped I’d become without putting any real effort in.

Epilogue:

“Hey Nick, come look at this. 368 pounds.” I read off the gym scale. Nick lumbers over, his fat muscles weighing him down immensely. I clumsily step off the scale, not used to my new buffness quite yet, and step aside so Nick has enough room to read the numbers.

“Damn dude, that’s how big I was when I first saw you here.” He tells me, like I don’t already know. It’s been a few months since my first time working out at 24-hour Fatness. Since then I’ve become absolutely shredded, and Nick too. Pretty much everyone in town is in peak fitness. Unfortunately, the scale only goes up to 500 lbs so Nick can’t weigh himself anymore, but it’s been a month since Nick passed that up. It’s been even longer since dad did.

The workouts too started their effects slowly, first I grew a belly. Within a few weeks that belly was a basketball underneath my shirts. My clothes didn’t fit; I became the guy in the grocery store eating donuts out of the basket with his gut hanging out. I busted seams, I popped buttons. I thickened everywhere, and I looked great. Before long I was passing up the 300lbs mark. I ate so much more and hardly left the house, except to work out.

I look at myself in the mirror. I don’t really feel any different. I mean, I’m hungry, out of breath, sweaty, lazy, and tired all the time, but I’m still me. I lift my big belly up and let it fall back down. A few more weeks and it’ll be resting on the sink. My arms are pushed out by my fat tits, they grew out to look a lot like dad’s. My cock sticks out from the fat around it, ready to be sucked off during the workout. It hasn’t stuck up nearly as much as it used to since my first time here.

Still, I stick it into Nick’s huge side. He lays his belly in the sink and hold onto the wall. I get behind him and hump him, not able to fit my cock into his ass anymore. He jiggles a lot more than he used to, he’ll be as big as Dan Smith in no time. He’s already starting to get that ocean-of-fat look that Mr. Smith has. I’m just glad his ass is as perky as ever. I’ll never believe that we once used to be on the football team, as unhealthy as we were. Nick turns around and kisses me, our bellies making it hard for our fat faces to touch.

“Let’s go workout babe.” Nick says. I couldn’t be more excited; I love getting in better shape. I found myself working out so often at first that I ended up taking this semester off, and I’ll probably take the next one off too. I don’t even know if I want to go back to school at this point, why would I need to? Dad just never leaves the gym, and Nick said he’s been considering doing that too.

Him and I find some equipment close to the door, thank god we don’t have to walk far. I’m already sweating. I sit next to Nick and put my tube in, place my jock around my crotch and turn it on. It suctions so much easier than it used to. I guess having more to suck on makes it work better. It’s kind of weird not being able to see my cock anymore, but having a gut makes things so much better that I don’t care. I can feel how much I really sink into the equipment, it’s hard to get out. I can feel my stretch mark covered belly starting to press against the sides of the chair, my ass fat makes me sit higher than I used to. Nick turns on the food channel and we get our workout into full swing.

Many hours later, when we’re both stuffed and ready to cum, we do. We cum hard, moaning more so than usual. Before we leave I pull out a cup that I brought with me and fill it with protein drink from my tube. We’ve been planning this for weeks.

As we’re leaving, we go over to the front desk and Nick does starts talking Tyler up, showing off his fat ass. Tyler leaves the front desk to come check out how wide Nick really has gotten. As he’s playing with Nick’s ass, I hand the cup over with fat fingers to the absolutely massive Dan Smith laying in a wide hospital bed. Dan winks at me with those once fit eyes, he pours addicting liquid into Tyler’s water bottle that he keeps in Dan’s cup holder. Dan hides the cup in a random fat fold, just in time too. Tyler’s apparently finished with Nick’s huge ass and comes back behind the desk. He’s blushing, probably embarrassed that we’re in better shape than him. He pulls out his water bottle and takes a long swig before realizing. His eyes grow wide.

“Oh my god, did y’all do what I think you did?” Tyler puts his face in his hands. “It just tastes so god damn good!” He says, struggling. “I need more.”

“Yeah you do, Tyler” I tell him as he stands up. “Don’t forget to put on your jock.” Tyler runs to the gym, ready to get a real taste of the fitness world. Nick and I thank our mayor and leave the gym, laughing. Just before we walk out the door I hear a tick. I look back and see Dan’s counter now reads ‘01000’