#Fatspo: Chapter 6

Four months later

Louis swung the door open to Calvin’s new business, an ice cream shop called Calvin’s Creamery. Louis stepped forward, twelve inches of belly entering the establishment before the rest of his body. He waddled with a slow lumber, thighs rubbing together and arm fat brushing against moobs and love handles. His body was now in constant contact with itself since any and all gaps had been filled with frothy fat.

Louis was sweating profusely from the summer heat and the short walk from his car. It didn’t take much to get him out of breath anymore and the oppressive heat of Los Angeles didn’t help. It was so hot Louis' mouth watered with anticipation for a heaping bowl of his favorite ice cream. He rubbed his belly hungrily which hung exposed from a grey crop a top he daringly wore out in public for the first time. He usually only wore this one around the house and online, but his followers were begging for him to make it public.

When Louis finally was able to order he leaned against the glass ice cream display, the warm skin of his belly spreading out against the cool glass, temporarily soothing his exertion. The young man taking his order was plump himself and seemed titillated by the encounter. He spoke with a flirtatious lilt and eyed Louis’ exposed midriff. Louis was becoming used to such reactions from strangers. After paying, the young glutton stepped aside to notice his belly had left a big half crescent print on the glass. He smiled with pride at the symbol of his girth left behind. He imagined the employee who was flirting with him springing a boner while wiping it down.

As Louis walked out of Calvin’s Creamery with his sugary mountain of ice cream and candy he heard a voice behind him. Louis struggled to crane his head around, a feat that had become difficult since his neck and chin had become submerged in chub. As he did so he made eye contact with a young guy with a nice beer gut of his own. The man stared at Louis amorously.

“Are you Big Louie from TikTok?” he voice said.

“That I am,” Louis said with a wink.

“I’m such a big fan. Your videos inspired me to start gaining myself. Can I take a belfie with you?”

“Of course,” Louis grinned.

He leaned next to the bearish man so that their bellies softly collided. Both were hot and sweaty from the heat, their shirts glued to their fatness. The closeness of their bodies was as uncomfortable due to the heat as it was arousing. His arm outstretched, the man struggled to get both himself and Louis in the frame. In the end, he didn’t quite succeed which only made the men look even larger. Louis complimented the stranger and headed on his way.

Such experiences were increasingly commonplace for Louis now. Four months, eighty pounds, 6000 fans, and 105,000 followers since his OnlyFans crossover with Calvin, and Louis was a veritable influencer. He had achieved his dream in many respects.

Louis now made enough money to rent his own one bedroom apartment in West Hollywood and quit waiting tables. The bulk of his income came through OnlyFans with a bit supplemented from YouTube ads and paid product placements on Instagram. His core following centered on his weight gain and erotic videos, while his fat positivity posts legitimized him in the mainstream influencer sphere. Increasingly, he was doing crossover content with other activist accounts as he became the face for fat positive attraction.

Still, this wasn’t enough for Louis. He wanted more: more fame, more money, more fat. He wasn’t even entirely attracted to gaining himself. Sure, he found the gelatinous rolls of lard clinging to his body fun and sexy, but what really got him off was that as he grew so did his fame. He had already gained a whopping one hundred and seventy pounds of sheer fat, pushing his BMI well into the obese realm. Nonetheless, Louis was ready to push himself even further. The influencer had his sights set on seeing the number “400” pop up on his scale and he wasn’t going to stop until he got there. The only caveat was that he couldn’t do it alone. The encouragement of his fans was necessary for his continued growth.

By the time Louis made it to the car his ice cream was melted and he swallowed the liquid goo down in one gulp. He piled into the driver’s seat, his belly pressing into the steering wheel and his love handles wedged between the door and console. Driving back to his apartment he chomped on a bag of cookies that he always kept in the passenger seat. He had developed many tricks for keeping his calories up and this was one of them: always stay snacking when stuck in L.A. traffic.

Back at his apartment, Louis hopped in the shower. This was going to be a big day. In a few hours Louis would be doing the biggest interview of his career. After this level of exposure, things were sure to change for him. He feared the gainer/encourager community might abandon him for talking with such a high profile publication, but this was a risk he had to take. Scrubbing the crevices created by the many rolls of fat he had so lovingly grown in the last year, Louis ran through lines in his head. He had to get this perfect by legitimizing his gains and tawdry lifestyle through social justice and body positivity rhetoric.

Stepping out of the shower and toweling off, Louis began his skin care routine. This had become an essential step since growing fat as the rich foods Louis so frequently indulged in were prone to disrupting his skin. He massaged toner and moisturizer into his chubby cheeks. Since hitting three hundred pounds his face had become quite plump and taken on something of a new shape. His chin and jaw were less defined as they sunk into a creamy sea of pudge. His smile had become jovial and punctuated by dimples. As a whole, his formerly rectangular face shape had become much more of an oval. With his skin looking clear, smooth, and delightfully doughy, he moved on to the next step.

Louis applied chafing powder between his thunderous thighs that were now so padded with cellulite they barely squeezed into big and tall jeans. Next, he rubbed cocoa butter into his shelf-like ass. His cheeks had become so criss crossed with stretch marks that he only applied cocoa butter to relieve the constant itching, for eliminating the tiger stripes was a long shot. Strangely, his gut remained stretch mark free despite more than quadrupling in circumference in the past year. Still he applied a collagen moisturizer to his robust overhang, moobs, and buttery arms. The collagen kept his smooth pudge taut and firm, preventing sagging and enhancing the ripe plumpness of his body.

Next, he applied deodorant to his underbelly and moobs. These two locations were now the sweatiest parts of his body and he didn’t want any embarrassing sweat stains during the interview nor any unpleasant smells. Despite being a complete messy hog online, Louis needed to maintain composure to find acceptance in mainstream outlets. Becoming part of the Hollywood machine meant capitulating to a certain image even when overweight.

Finally, Louis slipped into a nice pair of trousers that had been tailored only two weeks ago. Nevertheless, they were a bit more snug than he would’ve liked, especially around his thighs and ass. He practiced bending over and could feel the strain of the fabric. Still, these were his nicest pants so they would have to do. A designer button up shirt covered his upper half. Tucked in and clinging to his prodigious belly, the shirt fit well while still proudly showing off his stately and heavy gut. He accentuated his overgrown profile with a nice pair of suspenders.

Nibbling on a few snacks to tide him over, he waited for the interviewer and camera crew to arrive. When they did, he greeted them warmly and showed them around. They set up in the living room with a blinding cohort of lights and cameras. Louis didn’t realize the interview would be filmed and was thankful he had so carefully prepped his appearance.

Once they were ready, the interviewer took a seat as Louis spread his legs and lowered himself onto the couch. Sure enough, his pants tore right up the back seam. An awkwardness hung in the air as the crew stared at him and the interviewer seemed at a loss for words. Louis shrugged and patted the belly filling his lap.

“And that is what we call #fatspo,” he said with a hearty laugh.