Winter Bulk: Week 12

Wow, did we over do it this week. I didn’t even need to count my calories to know that I was going well beyond four or five thousand a day. I had two holiday parties to attend plus Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with the family. It was just one day after another of all out gluttony with no time to recover in between each feast.

It started with Jimmy’s house party that I was honored to be invited to. According to his roommate he’d been raving about me for weeks now. I wasn’t entirely surprised but I still found it endearing. There is no denying we’re getting hot and heavy, both literally and figuratively, and I’m open to the idea of seriously partnering with a dude. Especially one as great as Jimmy.

Anyway, he had the party stocked full of my favorite treats. His encouragement of my gains wasn’t even subtle as he pushed me to keep snacking throughout the night while rubbing my belly repeatedly. I also got pretty wasted, having drank about six rumchata hot chocolates and a few shots by the end of the night.

I even have a foggy memory of struggling to dance to some rap song with Jimmy. It was a little awkward learning how to move all this thickness to the beat, but with Jimmy’s help I discovered it was actually easier to get down with some extra chub. Before long I was bouncing this blubber to the beat as Jimmy grinded his bubble butt against my dick. It was pretty hot from what I can remember.

The next party was my friend’s, and Jimmy came along. It was more low key than the last, with a well made charcuterie board and several bottles of wine. We sat as a small group by the fireplace and discussed life. I was wearing a sweater Jimmy had picked out for me that really showed off the roundness of my gut and got more than a few comments. Most were along the lines of “the holidays seem to be treating you well,” to which I would chuckle and play along. I even got a couple pats on the gut when I would go in for a fourth and fifth pastry. At the end of the night I was even given a tupperware of assorted treats as I was clearly the only one who would actually polish them off. All in all it felt good to be recognized as the big guy in the room.

It was a different story with my family, however. My parents were utterly shocked and concerned about my health. They asked several times if I was still hitting the gym, that I was keeping up with cardio, that I wasn’t eating unhealthily. I assured them I was, even though it was a lie.

I mean sure, I still work out. Sometimes. I didn’t hit the gym this week-- but it’s the holidays! You’re permitted to be lazy this time of year. Regardless, I tried to convince them this was normal for a bulk. I guess I have put on twenty six more pounds since they saw me a month ago at Thanksgiving, but the hysterics were not necessary.

Despite the shock and awe over my obviously impressive gains, I still ate like a fucking pig. By the time I came waddling home to Jimmy I could barely breathe. Walking up the stairs to my apartment left me winded and sweating. I was so bloated and useless that Jimmy had to help me get my sweater off. By the time I finally laid down my stomach was churning and I had heart burn. Honestly, the thought did cross my mind of purging it back up just to relieve the pressure, but I refused. Unfortunately for Jimmy, I was too full to even fool around.

After all was said and done I gained seven pounds this week. For the most part it seems to go straight to the belly anymore, but who is to say really? Most parts of me are kind of fat now. Even Jimmy is starting to look and feel bigger. He put on five pounds this week which is a lot for him. My bulk will be coming to an end after New Years, but I’m looking forward to Jimmy’s journey towards absolute mass.