Winter Bulk: Week 11

Oh man, the gains are hitting hard. I only put on three pounds this week but I’ve been pretty lazy since doing GOMAD and I think it’s finally catching up on me. I’m feeling fucking huge. I mean, I’ve put on almost fifty pounds at this point and I’m afraid a significant chunk of that is straight up unadulterated fat. The belly is finally starting to hang and wobble when I walk. On more than one occasion I’ve gotten home from shopping, usually grocery shopping, only to realize my fucking gut was hanging out of my shirt the whole time.

On top of it all none of my underwear fits and my thighs are rubbing together hardcore. They’ve already blasted a hole through my favorite pair of sweatpants. I must admit, I’m getting a little nervous about how far I’ve gone with this gain. My appetite is practically insatiable now. The fast food runs I was doing a couple months ago pale in comparison to what I’m able to pack away now. I’m starting to worry about beginning my cut in a few weeks. This lard is going to be difficult to burn off.

Jimmy has been encouraging though. He told me he wants to bulk himself and he’s been pushing me to get back in the gym and eat large. He sort of downplays my size even though I can tell it drives him wild. See the thing he doesn’t realize is that I was his size not too long ago, so fifty pounds feels pretty fucking dramatic. But whatever, I’m not phased.

I do kind of enjoy being a fat ass sometimes. The way I take up more of my seat in the car. The way I have to walk slow and steady with purpose, my gut pointing outward with authority. The way people marvel at my capacity to chow down in public. It is kind of exhilarating. Even that little fat roll above my cock that Jimmy always plays with, that fat roll is kind of cool and manly. No one can fuck with a big guy.

Besides, I’m back hitting the gym. Granted, it has been quite difficult with the added blubber but I’m getting into the swing of things. Some of my stances have had to be adjusted to accommodate the pudge, but I’m lifting heavier than ever before. Other dudes will eye me when I do my workouts and I can tell that some of the regulars are surprised by my rapid gains. I can see their eyes grow wide when I trod through the gym in my short shorts and ever tighter muscle tee.

Plus, Jimmy and I have even been going to the gym together which has been great encouragement. I’ve been hounding him to lift harder and really teaching him the ways of the bulk. At home, he tries to keep up with my eating but he struggles. I keep telling him he has to pace himself and slowly grow his capacity over time. He can’t just come out the gate eating like a ripened bull such as myself. It took me weeks to expand my stomach so that it can hold as much as it can now. He will learn that.

It’s fun to have a little guy to train and he is so excited to do it. He calls me his “daddy bear” sometimes, which I guess is a gay thing. I like the sound of it. Gives me a sense of dominance and manhood. Apparently he’s my little cub or pup or something. Whatever it is I’m going to train him well and he’s gonna be big in no time at all. I think it will come easy to him, especially with Christmas next week. I can see the glint in his eyes lusting for growth. I had that same glint when I began this journey.