Winter Bulk: Week 8

Thanksgiving, what a wonderful fucking holiday. What a wonderful time of year, honestly. All week I totally pigged out on the typical holiday delights. I killed two pumpkin pies in two days and a few cartons of eggnog throughout the week. Friends and family have been sharing so many baked goods that three months ago I would probably have been thrown out because I refused to eat sweets. Now, they’re barely sitting around for an hour or so until I can’t resist gobbling them up.

Besides the holiday itself, which I will get to, the highlight of my week was a three tier chocolate cake my friend gave me. It was a test run to see if she could do it on Thanksgiving day, so she was trying to unload the cake on whoever would take it. Obviously, I was more than happy to volunteer. Let me tell you, it was a success. That thing was so delicious that I polished it off in three days alongside the pumpkin pies. I can’t lie though, I definitely have been feeling sluggish from all the sweets. Regardless, I’ve been hitting the gym consistently.

Now, Thanksgiving day itself. My parents always have a pretty big gathering with extended family and their loved ones attending. I got lots of comments on my weight this year which was encouraging. For the most part people were pretty congratulatory and saying I looked better with the extra beef. I even was told by one uncle I looked manlier and should keep with the bulk. Only a couple of my cousins poked fun at my fat. One called me chubby and slapped my belly and the other one asked if I was going to be a mall Santa. Can’t say I didn’t mind.

Once the meal got underway I really overdid it. I must have had three helpings of everything on the table and several glasses of wine. By the time desert came out my tank was packed to capacity but I didn’t let that stop me. I tried each of the five pies that were presented with second helpings of the pecan. By the time I was finished I was sweating, beyond bloated, and had some gnarly heartburn.

With such a big crowd and a few family members that are pretty hefty themselves, my gluttony went unnoticed. Well, for the most part. My cousin brought her gay friend Jimmy who was about my age and a pretty good looking guy. He had soft brooding eyes and curvy feminine lips with a strong jaw and angular cheekbones. He was pretty buff himself, the bulging outlines of his muscles were noticeable through his form fitting sweater. His body was close to what mine looked like before the bulk.

Anyway, he kept his eyes on me through most of the meal. He was at the far end of the table so we weren’t able to speak, but after awhile we began exchanging flirtatious glances. It was exciting to be flirting with a guy. The energy was much different, more sexual and primal. I even got the sense he was enjoying spying how much I could put away which of course I enjoyed.

After the meal he introduced himself in the living room. We were both wine drunk and extremely forward. Away from the table I could see that he was quite fit and had an impressive bubble butt. He looked at my arms and gut multiple times and stood increasingly closer to me as we chatted. By the time the gathering began to clear out we were inches from each other's face, keeping the conversation going just so we could be in each other’s presence. The sexual chemistry was through the roof. Sadly, my cousin pulled him away as the night wore on. However, not until after we had exchanged phone numbers.

The next morning I weighed in with another four pound gain. When I stepped off the scale my phone received a text message from Jimmy.