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Clark Kyles wanted to make a difference in the world. His passion for politics and societal well-being ran deep. At only 23, he had led two grassroots organizations, worked four political campaigns, and was gaining internet popularity for his activism. Still, despite his relentless devotion to just causes, most people could barely see past his physical beauty.

Clark had all-American good looks. It was as though his face was chiseled from marble: high cheekbones, sharp jawline, defined chin, and a perfect nose. His brown eyes were wide-set, dark, and affectionate. Even with a pair of reading glasses Clark was a looker. His medium length dark brown hair was always adorably disheveled, his complexion always sunkissed.

Attending the gym three times a week, Clark maintained a fit body but not over-muscled. His broad shoulders and narrow waist remained naturally trim with a proportion that lent an air of masculinity to his physique. His clothes were simple and classic, nothing too fancy. Nothing that would distract from his commitment to improving the world.

Whether he liked to admit it or not a good amount of his social media followers tuned in for his good looks and selfies more so than his politics. Clark considered this a necessary evil in order to share his perspectives on the world. And yet, all of this changed, his popularity, his work, his beauty, after one fateful summer when a video of Clark being interviewed by a conservative news outlet went viral.

Something about the handsome young man pushing back on the reporter with such ease captured the hearts of many and Clark saw his follower count skyrocket. Before he knew it he was being contacted to do product placements and appear on talk shows. Clark rode the wave of notoriety and built up his brand until a year later he was offered the gig of a lifetime: a news anchor on a major network. Clark eagerly accepted.

Clark had already monetized his internet notoriety but now he was receiving an even heftier salary. He moved to Los Angeles and before he knew it his entire life had changed. He was always busy with work and finding it hard to go to the gym. In the evenings he was going to exclusive events with important people. He was eating out all the time, buying the most delicious foods at the best restaurants. He was caught in a whirlwind.

After a few months of living like this Clark’s body began to change. His trim waist had softened and his size 28 pants were barely buttoning. A soft pad of fat was swelling atop his belly that he ignored by wearing loose fitting clothes. At work, a blazer hid the reality of his appetite. Clark paid little attention to his burgeoning paunch, having never cared much about appearance anyway.

That changed one day when photos of Clark enjoying himself on the beach spread across the internet like wildfire. There he was, in grainy paparazzi images, his distended stomach on full display as he sucked down a margarita and stuffed his face with tacos. The reaction was the typical mixed response of criticism, advocates, body shaming, and body positivity. Still, Clark was now acutely aware of his changing physique.

From the photos he noticed that his thighs and ass had grown plumper as well. He wasn’t seeing the muscle definition he was used to and it dawned on him that he barely went to the gym at all anymore. Stepping on the scale, he found that he’d gained about 25 pounds in only a few months.

He pinched the excess chub at his waist, examining its softness. Did he even care? He wasn’t all that fat anyway. Clark vowed not to let the internet's attention get to him. He would accept his body as it was, but still pay mind to being healthy and hitting the gym more often.

Only the latter came true.

Clark was incorporating the gym time twice a week into his schedule, but the extra activity caused his appetite to spike. Sure he was exercising, but he was also eating more than ever. Meat and dairy became more central to his diet, justified as a source of protein for muscle building, yet the only thing Clark was building was a dad bod.

In no time he’d stacked on another 20 pounds and the majority of it was not muscle. His thighs were beginning to rub together and wear holes in his boxer briefs. Getting any pair of pants over his ass was a squeeze. His cheeks had grown so round and juicy that swamp ass was a regular occurance under the California sun.

Clark’s paunch was giving way to a beer gut that was getting harder and harder to hide. He could feel its pressure when he sat down or bent over. It’s rotundity swelled even more after a good meal. Whatever definition Clark had developed in his arms and chest at the gym was not noticeable beneath the layer of fat that was subtly accumulating across his upper body. In fact, his work shirts were getting harder and harder to button, a reality that he was embarrassingly forced to confront one day.

He had come from a large breakfast with a couple executives at the network. Like all of the heavy hitters behind the scenes, these were hefty white men who needn’t care about physique. Clark found himself digging into a lavish breakfast and keeping pace with these older men who had upwards of fifty pounds on him. By the end of the meal, Clark was stuffed to the gills.

He found himself breathing heavily as he walked on set. He kept burping and prayed this would cease once he was on air. Sitting for hair and makeup, Clark could feel the stretch of his size L t-shirt over his girth. He supposed he needed to go up a size, which was a hard reality to confront and one he pushed to the back of his mind.

Next, he squeezed into a button up, having to suck in his belly to get the buttons closed, and slipped on a blazer. With ten minutes to kill before airtime, Clark perused the craft services table. Here and there he popped a few delectable bits into his mouth and suddenly ten minutes had passed.

Clark was on the air. Unfortunately, the mustard from the slider he had just eaten had found its way onto the collar of his shirt. Moreover, his shirt did not want to remain buttoned. Drastic gaps had formed as the buttons were straining at max capacity. Immediately, the tweets began rolling in. An intern discovered this and alerted the crew who cleaned and changed Clark during the first commercial break.

The week that followed was an endless deluge of memes and articles about Clark Kyles’ egregious appetite. Clark was frustrated and embarrassed. He wanted people to care about the actual news, about the increasingly hostile state of the world. He wanted to be a figure of change, not gossip fodder.

So Clark hired a personal trainer. For a couple weeks he was hitting the gym with regularity and a determination to shed some pounds. Nevertheless, photos continued to hit the web of Clark inhaling a massive burrito in a moment of weakness, or driving through McDonald’s on his cheat day. The final straw was when he noticed someone sneaking photos of him while he was at the gym. Sure enough, that evening they were online.

Clark was pictured doing a bench press. His legs looked colossally doughy hanging out of snug short shorts. If you zoomed in you could even see the subtle stretch marks on his inner thighs. Further up, his tank top had fully ridden up leaving his belly fat on full display. Nearby, a jock can be seen looking at Clark with an expression of disgust.

That was the final straw. Clark realized that no matter what he looked like people were going to dwell on his appearance. He had to just live his life and not give a fuck. Besides, the gym was exhausting and after two weeks he had not lost a single pound. In fact, he had gained weight.

That evening, Clark inhaled a large pizza from his favorite restaurant in town and then ran a bath to decompress. Soaking in the tub, he explored the curves of his body. He had been so busy since starting at the network, that he had to become reacquainted with his body. Photos and memes had distracted from his embodied experience as a chubby guy.

He examined how chub encased his midsection. It was soft and pliable, like a thick cushion wrapped around his torso. In fact, it felt quite nice. The soft dough was warm and comforting, like his own body giving himself a hug. He pinched and massaged his flubber with a newfound sense of wonder and admiration.

Below his belly button and the outward curve of his underbelly, was something new, something he’d never really experienced before. Above his cock was another pad of fat, as fluffy and soft as the belly sandwiched above. It stood out a couple of inches and formed a rounded triangle at his pubic area.

He grabbed the fat between his thumb and forefinger, pulling it back from his cock that was getting stiffer by the moment. He reckoned he had lost some visible length to his dick due to his appetite. He didn’t mind though. In fact, he found it interesting how the body stored extra food and energy. His fat pad was another cushion, a small mini-belly for his lower half.

Now, he had a full on erection which appeared out of nowhere. He hadn’t even looked at porn today let alone thought of anything sexual. Yet he was certainly aroused. He grabbed his cock with one hand while the other traveled lower to explore the pudge around his legs.

His thighs had grown exponentially, blasting out the crotch of several pairs of pants. He explored their mass while stroking himself. The girth of his legs kept his thighs always pressed together at all times and he realized their rubbing had erased the hair of his inner thighs. The thickness of his legs wrapped further around to form a deep crease with his overgrown ass.

Reaching a hand underneath himself, he cupped one ass cheek and was surprised by how cakey it was. Surely, this was the softest part of his body next to his belly. Clark was fascinated by the sheer roundness of his cheeks. Their globular puffiness was electrifying and he found himself nearing orgasm.

Without a thought, his finger found its way inside of himself. Waves of pleasure shot through his body as he squeezed in another finger and went deeper. Deeper still with his ass fat swallowing up his hand. As his body fat floated in the water, he felt thick and full and whole, and within moments he was orgasming.

The next day, Clark arrived to work with a newfound confidence. That morning he had purchased an entirely new wardrobe that fit him like a glove and he was ready to seize the day. He marched straight to the executive office for an impromptu meeting in which he laid out several pressing matters of domestic and foreign affairs that he felt strongly the network should cover..

He was surprised by their reaction. They agreed to cover the topics on one condition: that Clark does a sit down interview in which he addresses his “very obvious” weight gain to end the media fodder. Clark turned beat red at this turn of phrase. Although every fiber of his being was screaming at him to refuse, Clark obliged.

Within days the interview had been booked, scheduled, and promoted. Before he knew it, Clark was being transmitted to millions of Americans recounting his rise to fame and subsequent weight gain. Of course, Clark had been prepped beforehand and went into the interview with a focus grouped narrative of body positivity that ultimately landed well. Too well.

The interview was supposed to decrease the buzz around his image. Instead, it was heightened. Suddenly Clark was being celebrated worldwide for fat acceptance and body positivity. He received countless messages from fans recounting their troubled self esteem. He was also being sexualized across the internet as “everyone’s favorite hot dad” or “the chubby Clark Kent” or “dad bod of the year.”

He didn’t mind representing a good cause, but nevertheless found much of the fanfare frivolous and unnecessary considering the dire state of the world. The worst part was that the network did not follow through on their promise to cover the issues Clark had demanded. So, with no other options, he tried raising awareness through social media.

Still, nothing got the same traction as a selfie or a full body shot of him on set. With nowhere else to turn, Clark turned to food. He comforted himself by learning new dishes to cook, attending top tier restaurants, and sometimes consuming four or five luxurious meals in a day. Food became a hobby as he refined his palette and expanded his knowledge on cuisine. Naturally, his body expanded too.

Clark’s weight began to snowball. What started as a couple extra pounds a month became several pounds gained in a week. His capacity was growing and Clark was not content unless he felt fully stuffed. Pizza and burgers became snacks he ate between meals, beer was like water, and desert was always required. Food had become his god as politics faded into the background.

The first thing he noticed was that his belly became drastically more prominent. He remembered that evening in the bath that ended in orgasm. In hindsight, his stomach was a bit of fluff at that time. Now, it sat prominently in his lap. It entered rooms before he did. It pressed against tables as he stuffed his face. His belly was his most defining feature and what most people noticed first about him.

He now kept his girth well-clothed which required frequent updates to his closet. At home, he would let the gut hang out of old tees from a few months ago. Even running errands he would sometimes grab one of his old shirts on accident and find himself on full display. People seemed to like it though, fans and strangers alike. He got hit on constantly especially, when the dad bod was exposed.

Next, the belly developed a few stretch marks which were more of a nuisance than anything. His overhang was also becoming a bit of a problem in regard to belts and pants buttons. They were always irritating the delicate skin under his hefty roll. Eventually, he realized why big guys wear suspenders and added a few pairs to his closet.

Of course, the rest of Clark’s body expanded as well. His chiseled features were sinking further into soft dough day by day and his pecs were now drooping into man boobs. His fat pad was thicker than ever and swallowed up his cock with each new pound. His thighs were as itchy and irritated from stretch marks and chub rub as his belly. They completely filled the seat when he sat down. In fact, he even was given a new chair at work.

All in all, Clark did not mind the weight. He even found it kind of pleasurable if not erotic. Something about growing fatter made him feel more embodied, as though taking up more space made him more alive.

As matters escalated over seas, Clark’s attention snapped back to politics and he became concerned with the network’s complicity in stoking nationalistic fervor. He had to do something about it, so he called a meeting with the executive team.

Waddling into the conference room, his weight was the elephant in the room. Everyone had seen his descent into utter obesity across the media, but seeing it in real life was different. Nervous glances at his wobbling stomach and concerned whispers became the norm. Lowering himself into the hard mid century style conference chair elicited concern from everyone, including Clark. The joints of the seat groaned from the pressure.

The walk there had left him breathing heavily as he patted sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. Completely oozing out of the chair, Clark leaned back and caught his breath before speaking. He outlined the dangers of the network’s inaccurate coverage and suggested several alternative approaches. These were noted down but nothing was promised.

As Clark got up to leave he discovered that he couldn’t get out of the chair. His love handles and ass were sagging too far out from under the arms of the chair and he simply couldn’t get free. Everyone watched as he awkwardly grunted and tried to stand up. Finally, Clark’s personal assistant rushed inside and helped yank the chair free from his gigantic ass. In a full sweat, he exited silently.

The next day, as Clark sat outside on his balcony with a fully catered lunch spread out before him, his assistant arrived with an envelope. It was a clear day in Los Angeles as the sun illuminated a feast fit for a king as birds chirped nearby. He gulped down the bread doused in oil and butter he’d been masticating and received the letter. His assistant relayed she had come straight from the office to deliver the message, per the request of the CEO.

Clark belched, opened the envelope, and read the note. His contract was due to expire in six months and the network provided an ultimatum. Either he was out of work, or he moved to their lifestyle channel for a new segment on plus sized life. It was made abundantly clear: no more news, no more politics, no negotiation.

Clark sighed and scratched at the stretch marks by his belly button. He shoved another piece of bread into his mouth and then a muffin. He grimaced, washing the food down with champagne. He entertained fantasies of telling off the CEO, of blurting out the truth on air, of starting his own news company, of burning it all to the ground. He let the rage build up and wash over him.

And then he signed the contract.