Growing Solo

Jay locked the doors to his loft in San Francisco and climbed into his Cybertruck. It was packed to the brim with food and belongings as he headed north. At 38, Jay had sold his company for seven figures and was resolved to spend the next six months in near total isolation writing his memoirs. He had purchased a small rustic cabin in Northern California where he planned to complete his writing.

When he finally arrived he took a deep breath of the alpine air and stepped inside his new home. Altogether, the cabin was smaller than his loft and a fraction of the size of the house he sold in Corte Madera. It was exactly as he requested: cozy, outfitted with an industrial fridge, freezer, and stove, furnished with just the bare minimum plus a treadmill and some weights, and with a modest desk and computer in one corner. The nearest town was a forty five minute drive and Jay anticipated using a generator to get him through the colder months.

He settled in quickly and the first few weeks flew by. Jay became well-known in town and his outline was coming along swimmingly. He maintained his physique with hikes and runs through the woods and was enjoying his new keto-esque diet.

Jay was avid about fitness and abided by whatever the most recent health science instructed him to do. He fasted, he did vitamin drips, he ate organ meat, and tracked his every movement with apps. As a result, he had maintained an impressive physique throughout his thirties with broad shoulders and muscles arms and pecs. At 5’11” and 170 pounds, he had avoided the paunch that settled on most men his age and was always full of energy.

His new cabin diet shifted towards high protein and fat from locally sourced farmers, hunters, and fisherman. Throughout September he estimated that he had actually lost some weight but assumed this trend would reverse come the winter months. He intentionally left his scale at home though, so he didn’t know for sure.

Indeed, as October hit and the cold began to linger, Jay found himself venturing outside less and less. He was hitting the treadmill, but using the weights more often. Slowly but surely he noticed his midsection softening up a bit. It wasn’t anything crazy, but the area around his navel was growing a bit puffy, especially when he sat down.

The first snowfall came towards the end of October and Jay took this as a sign to make a grocery run into town. Jay couldn’t ignore the fact that his pants were fitting a bit snug. He attributed this to the fact that he was wearing thermals underneath, but nevertheless accepted that he’d probably gain a bit more weight by the end of the holidays.

Climbing into his truck, he was struck by how his waistband created a noticeable pooch before him. There was no denying it. That extra bit of chub even jiggled as he drove across the dirt road connecting to the highway. It was an odd sensation that he didn’t necessarily dislike. In fact, it felt a little cozy, like a symbol of his retirement and having aged as a man.

However, he wasn’t a huge fan of the manner in which his legs were rubbing together. He’d always been sturdy, but apparently those jogs up and down the mountain had contributed to some lower body gains he hadn’t noticed before. The sound and sensation of his denim creating friction with each step was driving him crazy and the second he got home he removed the jeans as quickly as possible.

Now, with the cabin fully stocked and winter storms in the forecast, Jay felt like he could really dig into his memoir. Years of note keeping meant that the outline was coming together quickly and Jay was on the verge of writing. He was filled with creative energy just as he had hoped.

As the weeks passed and November crested with a snow flurry of great magnitude, Jay found himself going a bit mad. His outline was becoming bloated as he avoided the fear of actually having to write. He manically detailed every page of what he would write and his daily routines were falling by the wayside. It was difficult to stay on top of working out and he found himself stress eating.

Finally, one evening, driven crazy by his own perfectionism, Jay concluded he could not put off the writing process any further. To help himself along he poured a fat glass of whiskey and dug in. The words flowed out of him as the whiskey flowed out of the bottle. Time ceased to exist and at four in the morning he found himself drunkenly devouring an entire chicken pot pie that had been in the freezer.

Hair of the dog staved of the hangover the next afternoon and just like that Jay had fallen into a tumultuous cycle of overconsumption and writing that lasted nearly two weeks. He only sobered up when he realized he was running low on alcohol. A startling look in the mirror displayed a man who had not exercised in twelve days, had barely showered once, and whose face was bloated and puffy, and his stomach distended and fat.

Washing off in the shower, Jay realized that the curve of his belly was not simply caused by bloat. In fact, much of it was thick and gooey with fat. Even his sides and ass had grown thicker. He had been living in sweats and barely noticed the new curves his body was developing. For the most part, Jay was unbothered by the weight but concerned about his general health and so vowed to get back to working out regularly.

As November came to an end, Jay had found his groove writing without alcohol. He was also exercising once and a while, but allowed himself to skip working out if the writing was going well. Another snowfall meant that he lost power and was now using the generator. In an effort to save fuel, he rationed its use and relied on the wood burning stove.

At times the cabin became quite cold and Jay used this to justify his ongoing weight gain. The extra padding would keep him warm. It was free insulation, so he told himself. Consequently, he continued to expand. He was developing a spare tire that felt constantly present. It pressed against his desk while he was writing. Love handles provided a warm embrace for his elbows as he sat crouched before the computer. His belly was soft and warm like a lover who never left his side.

One day mid-December he decided to try on his jeans just to see how much he had actually gained. He couldn’t even get them past his thighs. He tried and tried, jumping up and down, causing his dishware to rattle and the seams to stretch, to no avail. Jay patted his own thighs, giving them a squeeze. Sure enough, he could grab more than a handful of soft fat before even reaching the muscle underneath. He was chubby.

This was a bit of a wake up call. Plus, the aspiring writer had a plane booked in ten days to visit his family for the holidays. He had to make a change. So right then and there, he climbed onto the treadmill and broke into a jog. Every step was difficult. His new weight fell heavy with each stride, testing the elasticity of his skin and causing his muscles to burn.

Still, his stamina persevered, so Jay cranked up the speed into a run. Now he was struggling. His legs were on fire trying to move his weight and before he knew it he was toppling over. Jay’s body hit the treadmill with a loud crash. Plastic and metal crunched beneath him as the machine ceased operating. His shins had burn marks and his head was spinning.

He slowly got to his feet and looked at the damage before him. There was no way that treadmill could be fixed. He pressed his fingers into the new weight at his middle. They sunk in deep as he lifted up his paunch and let it drop. He sure was getting heavy.

A few days later a horrible storm hit and all flights in the region were canceled until the new year. Jay had been looking forward to visiting his family and having a brief reprieve from isolation. It was hard not to feel down when he was alone and fat in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. To make matters worse, he lost internet service soon after. All Jay had was himself, food, and his memoir.

The days began to blur together as he became completely consumed with writing. Eating was his only remaining comfort so he indulged constantly. Throughout January his waistline continued to expand at record speed. His wooden desk chair now creaked beneath his weight. The small arm rests cut into swollen love handles and pooling thighs. His belly now sat in his lap with an impressive slope, the crest of which occasionally served as a shelf for snacks or cups of coffee.

Most days he would lift his weights for about twenty minutes or so, just enough to up his blood pressure and warm up a bit. He wasn’t bathing often because it was difficult to heat up the water and he had no one around to impress. Nor was he shaving or grooming at all. His beard was beginning to see some length as was the bush between his legs and ass cheeks.

By the end of January his thermals and sweats were growing uncomfortably tight but he had no option but to continue wearing them. His belly and love handles were constantly peaking out from beneath the hem of his tops, and his ass crack was permanently exposed while he sat writing. Jay was completely consumed with writing and paid little mind to his physical appearance. Not even the stretch marks on his thighs caused alarm, nor the way his chest began to sag into tits.

Come February he was running out of food and finally took a good look in the mirror. He looked like an absolute bear, barely recognizable even to himself. He reckoned he was over two hundred pounds at this point but couldn’t be sure. He gave the snow a week and a half to thaw before he ventured into town.

Wearing snow pants that wouldn’t button and a jacket that wouldn’t close, Jay wobbled into the grocery store feeling disoriented. He hadn’t been in public for so long, nor had he walked more than a few yards in months. He was out of breath just from stomping across the parking lot. A few of the townies he’d become familiar with were there, but none recognized or even acknowledged him. He was virtually anonymous.

Before heading back to the cabin, Jay stopped at a McDonald’s and ordered enough food to choke a horse. He couldn’t help himself. He gobbled up burger after burger on the drive back, completely swept by the warm salty flavors. By the time he arrived home he was breathing heavily and sweating from the voraciousness of his appetite.

As the snow melted and March dawned, Jay was getting excited. The book was almost complete and the sunshine felt amazing. He began going on modest hikes to regain some stamina, but there was no denying he was incredibly overweight. It was a rather bizarre sensation coming to terms with his newfound girth. He was sweating in new places and his range of motion had evolved as well. Bending over wasn’t the only thing that was challenging now, so was taking long strides and scratching his back and even trimming his pubic hair. There was so much chub in the way he could barely see what he was doing.

By the end of March Jay had a flight booked to San Francisco to meet with his publisher and presumably return to some semblance of a “normal” life. He shaved his beard revealing a healthy double chin, buzzed his hair off, and purchased some new clothes in town that actually fit.

Wandering through the airport he felt a bit shell shocked. Seeing so many people in one place was overstimulating to say the least. Plus, they didn’t look at him like they did when he was a slim thirty something clad in designer duds. In fact, they didn’t look at him at all. Jay felt somewhat invisible.

Back in San Francisco, he actually stood out like a sore thumb. His Wal-Mart clothes and weight gain were not the norm, especially amongst his neighbors in the towering glass loft he rented. He had just a few hours until he was meeting with his editor and foolishly looked in his closet for a change of clothes. Of course, everything was too small. Nearby was his smart scale. Jay nervously dusted it off and climbed atop.

He expected to be around 200 pounds, maybe 210. Instead, the number that he saw was astonishing: 230. He had gained 60 pounds in isolation. His fitness app was telling him he had an obese BMI and was nearly one third body fat. Jay stepped off the scale in astonishment. He could barely wrap his head around this information and so proceeded to change clothes.

Due to lack of options, he ended up wearing a pair of stretch slacks that clung to each ass cheeks like a second skin and a sweatshirt that was embarrassingly snug but at least covered up his belly. There was no use even trying on any other top in his closet. As he headed for the door his belly let out a rumble. He was hungry, of course. Jay grabbed a couple protein bars from his cabinet and downed them in a few bites as he headed for the elevator.

At this point, he wasn’t surprised when his editor exclaimed: “My god you’ve gotten fat! Look at that belly, it’s incredible. Have you spoken to your publicist yet? You should before word gets out.” Jay tried to remain cool and collected despite his face flushing red with embarrassment. Beyond the initial interaction, the meeting went well and he was excited to start revisions.

That night, Jay couldn’t help but scroll through Grindr. He had been locked away from society for six months and craved a warm hole. Just thinking about sex had his cock hard as a rock and pressing into the soft skin of his underbelly. Nearby was one of his old hookups from back in the day. Jay messaged him and they got to chatting. “Do you really weigh 230 now?” the guy asked. Jay sheepishly confirmed with a mirror selfie. Moments later he was blocked.

This became more of a trend than Jay would have liked. From twinks to muscle hunks he was getting rejected left and right. Exasperated, he poured a shot from his liquor cabinet and put on some clothes. There was an old bear bar nearby and he figured it was worth a shot. Jay had never been with a hefty guy but he was open to it.

Stepping into the bar, all eyes were on Jay. The invisibility he had felt since returning to society instantly evaporated. Most of the guys were bears of various sizes, but a few admirers were lurking around as well. Jay made his way to the bar not having seen anyone who caught his eye. He ordered a whiskey coke double as his eyes landed on a real beauty.

The guy was probably in his late twenties, on the shorter side, and was absolutely stacked. Strong muscles caked in twenty or so extra pounds of chub were on full display in a barely-there muscle tee. He had angular features with dirty blonde hair and pervy moustache framing full lips. He shot Jay a wry smile.

With drink in hand, Jay introduced himself. The man’s name was Elliot and he had a surprisingly feminine voice given his size. He turned from the bar to shake Jay’s hand, revealing a healthy gut resting in his lap. This man was bigger than Jay anticipated. Those twenty extra pounds were more like forty.

“Down for a smoke, big guy?” Elliot smiled and led Jay to the patio.

When he stood up it was clear that his cropped muscle tee intentionally allowed for about an inch of fuzzy belly fat to hang exposed. Jay couldn’t look away from the man’s brazen display of obesity. He even found it kind of arousing. From behind, Elliot had an amazing rear like two overgrown cantaloupes clad in snug Dickie’s. Jay licked his lips. He was in the mood to top.

Outside, the men made small talk. Jay was always careful to conceal just how wealthy he was. He identified himself as a “writer” before directing the attention back to Elliot. Elliot was a pastry chef for a nice restaurant, which explained the cake he was packing. Jay laid the flirtation on thick and before long he had a hand on Elliot’s supple love handle as the two went in for a kiss.

Two shots later and the men were stumbling back to Jay’s apartment. Jay swung open the door and pinned Elliot against the wall, their bellies smashed together as they made out. Their lips sloppily intertwined as Elliot fumbled with Jay’s pants. The snap button swung open easily allowing Jay’s underbelly and burgeoning fat pad to fall comfortably forward.

Elliot pushed back against Jay and pinned him against the opposite wall. Dropping to his knees, he took Jay’s cock in his mouth. Elliot’s throat was warm and tight, wrapping around Jay’s erection with a wet precision. Elliot’s hands explored Jay’s balls and fleshy thighs while his face pressed against the man’s plush belly fat. Up close, Elliot could spy stretch marks around Jay’s groin and underbelly betraying the fact that his girth was a recent acquisition.

Elliot slapped Jay’s ass and thighs more than once while giving head, relishing how the fat jiggled back into place. His hands even explored the several inches of pure chub hanging above his head. Jay was surprised as the other man massaged and worshiped his fat lovingly. Overcome with arousal, Jay got Elliot onto his feet and shoved him onto the large sectional.

They removed the rest of their clothes. Both men were already sweating but Elliot was particularly soaked. His muscular armpits were like waterfalls that moistened his sides all the way down to his cock that was pumping out precum. Jay grabbed some lube from the bedroom and propped Elliot up on his knees. The most delicious spread was before him.

Elliot’s ass was a sight to behold, a true bubble butt, seemingly defying gravity. Each cheek was like a huge glob of cream forming a perfect sphere. Soft brown hair was dense around his hole and thinned out across the great expanse. A few white stretch marks framed the great rump high up near his lower back and lower down around the thighs.

Jay slapped one cheek. The impact sent waves across both sides for several seconds before they settled back into perfect circles. One more slap before Jay dug his fingers deep into the dense cake. He admired how the ass fat bulged between each of his digits. With two firm grips he wobbled the ass and then let go. Once again they settled back into perfect circles but now with two red handprints. Jay sunk his hands in once again and then spread Elliot open wide.

The man was eager for cock with a hole that was petite but still gaping and hungry. Jay sunk his face in for a good lick and another jiggle. He was too horny to eat the man out for long, but he had to whet his whistle out of courtesy. Pulling back for air, Jay lubed himself and Elliot and then went in for the kill. Elliot took Jay’s full length like a champ.

Balls deep, Jay relished the sensation of Elliot’s supple padding pressed against his groin. His own distended belly brushed against Elliot’s dimpled lower back as he began to slide his erection in and out. Every time his hips made contact with Elliot’s rump a soft clap echoed through the house. Jay bent forward so that his belly rested more fully atop Elliot. Normally, he’d lean all the way forward and bite his bottom’s neck, but this was no longer possible with his beefier body.

Both men were grunting and moaning in pleasure. As Jay’s pace quickened he didn’t hold back from slapping Elliot’s plush ass and grabbing his wobbling love handles. The sensation of chubby sex was wholly new to the multi millionaire and it was driving him wild. The quiver of their gelatinous bodies upon each thrust and the solidness of their euphoric collisions was bringing him close to orgasm. He even tried to cup as much of Elliot’s rich belly fat as he could reach. Jay wondered how and why he had gone so long without bagging a chubby dude?

It didn’t take long for each man to reach orgasm. Elliot sprung to his knees causing Jay to nearly fall backwards before he caught himself. Elliot pumped his cock in tandem to Jay’s. With so much of his own chub in the way, Jay barely managed to embrace Elliot with one arm under the man’s belly. He continued thrusting until he felt his balls tighten and pump a massive orgasm inside of Elliot who was shooting a fountain of come across the room.

The men lay cuddled on the roomy couch as they caught their breath.

“You’re new to this, huh?” Elliot said.

Jay looked at him with an expression of surprise.

“I mean, you’re new to thicc guys, aren’t you?”

“How could you tell?” Jay conceded.

“Well, besides these bright red stretchies,” Elliot tickled Jay’s underbelly, “I haven’t seen you around that bar before. And… I could sense your excitement with my… shall I say ‘husky’ attributes?”

“Well, touche my friend.”

“The real question is, did you like it?”

“I think you know the answer to that,” Jay said and patted Elliot on the belly.

“Well, we should hang out again,” Elliot said. “I could show you the ropes when it comes to bear bars and how to dress that hunky body of yours. Plus, I can always use a taste tester for my newest recipes…”

“Oh man, I do need to start watching what I eat though.”

“Aw babe, don’t you know this is only the beginning?”