Sightings: November & December 2023

The following vignettes were all witnessed by yours truly and transcribed for your lustful pleasure.

November 2 / Hot Tub

I was in a hot tub with two men I barely knew. One had a dad bod that bulged with the shy awkwardness of a first thirty pounds gained. Love handles blossomed at his sides and his navel was puffy with fat. When he sat, the pudge rolled over his swim shorts in an adorable fashion. His thighs looked as though they had just started to puff up in size while his arms and face remained thin. I wondered where the next thirty would land.

Next to me was dad bod number two. He was proportioned differently and looked like he was more accustomed to his chub. He was maybe fifty pounds overweight, clearly a development of middle age. He had a nice paunch bulging outwards and covered in a luscious pattern of chest and belly hair. His pecs had barely begun to soften as the flesh around his arm pits formed a slight roll. His face remained narrow and covered in a dense scruff.

When he exited the tub I got a look at his plump rear, curvy with fat and not a bit of muscle. The slight patch of hair on his lower back hinted at inevitable fuzz between his cheeks. His thighs were comfortably stocky as well, supporting his Mario-esque body type. He jiggled a bit as he stepped across the patio to fetch another beer for his belly.

November 23 / Gay Bar

We decided to see what queer outsiders would find their way to the local gay dive bar on Thanksgiving day. Surprisingly, there was a fair amount of people in attendance but a particular type of patron dominated the space: bears. It wasn’t hard to figure out why. Laid out across several tables were free slices of pie. It was hog heaven, so to speak.

Most of the men did not catch my eye, but there was one that stood out. He was on the shorter side, dark hair, brown skin, and around three hundred pounds, maybe more. He stood out among the crowd not because of his size, most people there were chubby after all, but because of how he carried the heft. He was proud of his girth. He had strong gainer energy. Oh, and he also was wearing a shirt that exposed a good two inches of thick overhang.

It was no accident he was dressed this way. He scarfed down pie amongst a group of the largest men at the bar. There was no denying his sexual predilections. I eyed his every move. He had an impressive build, carrying most of his weight in his belly. Still, his neck was thick with chub and his chest oozed out atop the mountain of fat at his center. He breathed heavily, like a true fat guy. When he went to the tiny single room bathroom he struggled to get the door closed. Oh, how I would have loved to have been squished into that tiny room with him. And when he exited he headed straight to the pie, his overhang wobbling all the way.

December 19 / Theme Park Cafeteria

He’s a gorgeous Latino guy in his early 30s with a wife and too many children. He looks tired. His myriad of children sit at a table to themselves and he and his wife take the table next to them. He’s got a cafeteria plate piled high with food. I watch as he exasperatedly gets all the kids settled.

He’s wearing a gray sweatshirt that’s a bit loose and denim jeans that are a bit snug. He’s thick all over. His thighs are plump and his ass is plumper. Even though the sweater is loose I can spy healthy love handles that suggest a belly he wishes to conceal. His shoulders are broad and sloping indicating he used to be fit, maybe even a jock. He’s got a nice chest too and strong arms. I assume the likely story: fit guy has a bunch of kids in his twenties, his gym routine wavers, he hits 30, his metabolism slows, and the weight starts to stick. I’m sure this is only the beginning too.

He sits down and seems relieved. He looks at his tray of food like it’s the only highlight of his day. He’s got beautiful features: strong cheekbones and jaw, pretty cat-like eyes, and red lips eager for food. You can tell that forty pounds ago he probably looked chiseled from stone, but now his face is a bit softened. Once he’s sitting I can see the faint outline of the top of his belly. His chest looks heavy above the crease at the top of his gut and I’m honestly getting a bit hard fantasizing about how much fatter he’s going to look in a couple years.

December 19 / Theme Park

I’m in line at a theme park waiting for some ride. One of the employees nearby is properly fat. I’d say probably about 60 pounds overweight. He looks to be in his twenties and the weight looks fresh. You can tell because not only are his clothes tight, but most of the weight has collected in his belly and it isn’t too saggy. He’s wearing a sweater over a button up and tie and to my grand delight he lifts up the sweater past his overhang and gives his belly an absentminded squeeze.

He continues squeezing and feeling up his plush hanging belly for several seconds and I am so transfixed. I hope no one can see where my eyes are pointed. Eventually he pulls the sweater back down and shifts his weight between his legs. He looks like he’s tired of standing. I guess it’s hard carrying all that extra poundage around. And then he does it again! He lifts his sweater and thoroughly feels up his underbelly fat. I get the sense the weight is really new and he can’t help but explore the changes in his body. I fantasize that he just had to upsize his uniform too. He continues this cycle of pulling his sweater down and then back up for several minutes until we board the ride.

December 21 / Sidewalk

He’s gay and middle aged. I see him around a lot. He’s a normatively attractive white guy that’s probably pushing forty. He’s got a gym body with strong tattooed arms and an impressive V-shape. His head is shaved too and he dresses like a rough and tumble daddy who would have no problem dicking you down for days.

Today he’s walking his mid-sized dog. I immediately spot him with my gaydar. He’s wearing a cropped sweatshirt which is perhaps the faggiest piece of clothing I’ve ever seen him don. The crop stops just above his navel and underneath he’s wearing a white ribbed tank tucked into sweatpants. The pièce de résistance is that he’s got a bit of a belly going on. It’s bulging out above his waistline with an impressive curvature. You can tell it’s got a bit of softness to it and isn’t just a bloat. I can’t look away, obviously. Has he always had a beginner’s belly? Or is this some fresh holiday weight? I wish I could stop and ask him, after sucking his cock of course.

December 21 / Sidewalk

He’s a middle aged guy, Mexican, somewhat tall, around 5’10” or 11”. He’s properly fat. I would guess pushing 350 pounds or so. He’s encapsulated in loose fat like somebody who’s been overweight their entire life. It’s a blustery day and he’s walking his small dog on the sidewalk. The dog is getting into something it shouldn’t be and so the guy tries to stop it by pulling up on the leash. I don’t know why he pulls the leash up above his head instead of taking a step back and tugging. Maybe he’s too lazy to take that extra step. I’m not complaining though, because when he lifts his arm his oversized knit sweater rides up.

Just a sliver of his gooey apron belly is exposed. He’s got one of those guts that that’s shaped like a sideways “3” or a a rounded “W.” In other words, the left and right side of his belly droops a lot lower than the center just below his belly button. It’s almost like there’s a seam up the center and the fat is just pooling out to each side of it. He’s hairy too, and even from a distance you can see the thick fur on his overhang. When he lowers his arm his belly remains exposed and he doesn’t even notice. He just continues waddling down the street.

December 23 / Taco Bell

I was driving to see family for the holidays and needed to stop for food. Naturally, I chose my favorite fast food joint: Taco Bell. I ate in the car but decided to run inside and use the bathroom before hitting the road again. The men’s room was locked so I waited outside and looked around the restaurant. Nearby was an overweight Latina and her chubby toddler son. The longer I waited the more nervous I became about what I would be stepping into once whoever was in there was finished. Finally, he exited.

I was rather startled by the man who stepped through the door. He was a giant. Easily over six feet tall, maybe around 6’5” and absolutely fat as hell. He wore grey sweats that clung to his large limbs and massive belly. His hoodie was half zipped and accentuated the beach ball curve of his gut wobbling with every step. Overwhelmed, I slipped into the bathroom and was pleased to discover it didn’t smell much at all.

I exited to see the man sitting with the woman and child I was spying on earlier. They were quite the overfed family unit. The man sat down with his back facing me. He was so large that the chair beneath him looked comical. His ass sagged off both edges. He was hunched over scarfing down food, causing his hoodie to ride up in the back revealing plump love handles with a patch of lower back hair in between. I passed the family but couldn’t help but take one look over my shoulder as I exited the building. I glimpsed his belly filling his lap in front of him, pressed against the table, and catching the taco beef that squirted from his food as he took a bite.