theman649
28th April 2007, 05:29 AM
This is a story I wrote a long time ago. It's not my favorite, but I kind of like it.. and I -DID- write it, so I figure that I might as well post it here?
I was trying out a weird style as I wrote it, too. Anyway, HERE
Benjamin - Part One
"Benjamin! It's time to go to school, wake up!"
Our hero's morning begins much as any other, with a loud and slightly obnoxious wake-up call from his mother. He grumbled a bit and pulled the covers tighter around himself, determined to avoid going to school for as long as he could. He closed his eyes with the wish that maybe it would snow four feet in the next fifteen minutes.
"Benjamin! Get yourself out of bed this instant; don't make me come up there!"
He considered making a pact with some ancient god of weather, but was far too tired to see this through. He groaned to himself and threw the covers off of his body, swinging himself over the side of the bed. This is, if you will, the first chance the reader gets to see our young Benjamin in the flesh, and it is, as always, the author's duty to explicitly detail the image before us.
Benjamin is a young man, perhaps sixteen or seventeen with very ordinary features. He has light brown hair and green eyes; the pallidness of his skin reveals that he is, most probably, of western European descent. However, perhaps the most distinguishing feature about his is not the color of his eyes or hair, but the fact that he is quite a bit bigger than the average teenager. His weight is, well, he wasn't sure, but it had to be somewhere at or around three hundred and fifty pounds. He has a definite double chin and a slowly disappearing neck, both of which (if I may express my personal opinion) only enhance what is naturally there: they make him seem even cuter. His body is also proportionally large, and the nightshirt he's wearing now is slightly too tight for his ever-growing body. His chest is visible from under the material of the shirt, his two boobs tenting the material out a bit. As he sits, his large stomach rolls forward and rests in his lap. An inch or so of bare tummy is shown from underneath the inadequate shirt, and on his sides you can see well how pronounced his love-handles are. A lot of weight seems to take its residence here, in his middle. He is wearing shorts right now, but if he weren't, you would not be able to see anything 'obscene': his belly covers his lap to about mid-thigh, hiding some inappropriate things while he's sitting.
As he rocks himself up to go to the bathroom to wash up, the reader might sneak a glance at his wide behind. If so, they would definitely be rewarded (or castigated, depending on taste, I suppose), for as he walks, his rump shakes back and forth, swaying with his heavy waddle to the bathroom. A bit of his bum shows at the top of the shorts because they, like the shirt, are a little too tight for our Benjamin.
He walks into the bathroom, swinging the door open and waddling in, still only half awake. He throws off his shirt and starts to brush his teeth, looking at himself in the mirror. Although he wasn't really an active gainer, he still admired his own body a bit, and would not diet for cosmetic purposes at all. He preferred his body this way, and he loved to be able to eat whatever he wanted. He looked at his round stomach from the side, hefting it up with both pudgy hands and letting it drop down again, only to watch it ripple and bounce back. Barebellied, he was very smooth: perhaps a little chest hair and a trail down from his belly button, but that is nearly all. Newly formed red stretch marks on his side were appearing often lately, and even faded pink ones were starting to redden again. He had been putting on quite a bit of weight lately, and he was reasonably sure that his parents had noticed and were going to have 'the talk' with him again, but he didn't really care - he liked being big. Sure there were a few things that were a little annoying - for instance, going to the bathroom - his bottom was much too wide for the toilet seat, and often he had to sit uncomfortably or lift up his belly to make things easier - but he liked being fat.
He then slowly slipped down his shorts and maneuvered his way into the shower, At this point, for the sake of keeping this story PG-13, we shall fast forward ten minutes, as we watch Benjamin, clad in a pair of skin-tight underwear which show off his stomach, rump, and thighs very well, pull a pair of jeans out from his drawer and groan to himself at the challenge posed to him: fitting a pair of 52 jeans onto a waist that is, without a doubt, much too big to be constrained by such small clothes. He sits down and slides them on, leg by leg, laying back on his bed to get them past his thick thighs. Accomplishing this, he knows that he must now perform the impossible: get the much-strained button into the hole in which it belongs. He holds his belly back with the hand holding the hole, while using all the strength he can muster from his flabby arms to manage - eventually - this feat.
Success! He threw on a 3XL shirt which was, alas, also a little too tight, but he could deal with it: He got his books ready and rushed down the stairs as best as he can, the loud thumps from his heavy footfalls echoing throughout the house. He sat his heavy bulk down on a chair and pulled out the cereal and milk, and proceeded to make himself quite a large breakfast. Three bowls of cereal with whole milk, two bagels with cream cheese, and three doughnuts. Nearly a thousand calories in total, but our Benjamin cared naught for calories: he just loved food!
His mother walked in to see Benjamin finishing off the last of his meal, his hand pulling the shirt back to rub his bloated belly. His mother, a thin, diet-conscious woman, sighed and looked at her fat son, "You know, Benjamin, it looks like you've put on a little weight lately..."
He nodded and grabbed his backpack, umphing at the force it took to lift his heavy frame and backpack off the chair. "Oh, it's probably just summer weight, or something. I promise I'll lose it. But I gotta head to school now, seeya!"
His mother nodded as he walked out the door and onto the bus. He barely fit down the aisle, and struggled to sit into one of the small seats, taking up almost the whole seat with that round, heavy body of his. Benjamin snickered as he thought of what he told his mother, pulling out a package of Twinkies from his backpack and starting in on them.
The bus ride was long, and as they approached the final stop, there was nearly no seats left on the bus. The last kid they picked up was a young man, same as Benjamin's age, though very slim. He was, well, good looking to be sure. He had dark brown eyes, nearly black, which really grabbed your attention. His hair was light brown also, gelled forward and looking well-taken care of. He glanced around, looking for a spot, and eventually found one (or half of one) next to our Benjamin. I suppose in most romances would have our protagonist falling in love at this very moment with the new boy, but alas: he was much too engrossed in his snack to pay much attention to the good looking kid who sat down next to him. The boy was snuggled very nearly against Benjamin's soft side, as there was not much room to be had in the seat.
The boy, however, certainly noticed our Benjamin, and, after recovering from his nervousness, introduced himself. He offered his slim hand to his seatmate's pudgy one.
"Hi, I'm Justin... it's nice to meet you."
I was trying out a weird style as I wrote it, too. Anyway, HERE
Benjamin - Part One
"Benjamin! It's time to go to school, wake up!"
Our hero's morning begins much as any other, with a loud and slightly obnoxious wake-up call from his mother. He grumbled a bit and pulled the covers tighter around himself, determined to avoid going to school for as long as he could. He closed his eyes with the wish that maybe it would snow four feet in the next fifteen minutes.
"Benjamin! Get yourself out of bed this instant; don't make me come up there!"
He considered making a pact with some ancient god of weather, but was far too tired to see this through. He groaned to himself and threw the covers off of his body, swinging himself over the side of the bed. This is, if you will, the first chance the reader gets to see our young Benjamin in the flesh, and it is, as always, the author's duty to explicitly detail the image before us.
Benjamin is a young man, perhaps sixteen or seventeen with very ordinary features. He has light brown hair and green eyes; the pallidness of his skin reveals that he is, most probably, of western European descent. However, perhaps the most distinguishing feature about his is not the color of his eyes or hair, but the fact that he is quite a bit bigger than the average teenager. His weight is, well, he wasn't sure, but it had to be somewhere at or around three hundred and fifty pounds. He has a definite double chin and a slowly disappearing neck, both of which (if I may express my personal opinion) only enhance what is naturally there: they make him seem even cuter. His body is also proportionally large, and the nightshirt he's wearing now is slightly too tight for his ever-growing body. His chest is visible from under the material of the shirt, his two boobs tenting the material out a bit. As he sits, his large stomach rolls forward and rests in his lap. An inch or so of bare tummy is shown from underneath the inadequate shirt, and on his sides you can see well how pronounced his love-handles are. A lot of weight seems to take its residence here, in his middle. He is wearing shorts right now, but if he weren't, you would not be able to see anything 'obscene': his belly covers his lap to about mid-thigh, hiding some inappropriate things while he's sitting.
As he rocks himself up to go to the bathroom to wash up, the reader might sneak a glance at his wide behind. If so, they would definitely be rewarded (or castigated, depending on taste, I suppose), for as he walks, his rump shakes back and forth, swaying with his heavy waddle to the bathroom. A bit of his bum shows at the top of the shorts because they, like the shirt, are a little too tight for our Benjamin.
He walks into the bathroom, swinging the door open and waddling in, still only half awake. He throws off his shirt and starts to brush his teeth, looking at himself in the mirror. Although he wasn't really an active gainer, he still admired his own body a bit, and would not diet for cosmetic purposes at all. He preferred his body this way, and he loved to be able to eat whatever he wanted. He looked at his round stomach from the side, hefting it up with both pudgy hands and letting it drop down again, only to watch it ripple and bounce back. Barebellied, he was very smooth: perhaps a little chest hair and a trail down from his belly button, but that is nearly all. Newly formed red stretch marks on his side were appearing often lately, and even faded pink ones were starting to redden again. He had been putting on quite a bit of weight lately, and he was reasonably sure that his parents had noticed and were going to have 'the talk' with him again, but he didn't really care - he liked being big. Sure there were a few things that were a little annoying - for instance, going to the bathroom - his bottom was much too wide for the toilet seat, and often he had to sit uncomfortably or lift up his belly to make things easier - but he liked being fat.
He then slowly slipped down his shorts and maneuvered his way into the shower, At this point, for the sake of keeping this story PG-13, we shall fast forward ten minutes, as we watch Benjamin, clad in a pair of skin-tight underwear which show off his stomach, rump, and thighs very well, pull a pair of jeans out from his drawer and groan to himself at the challenge posed to him: fitting a pair of 52 jeans onto a waist that is, without a doubt, much too big to be constrained by such small clothes. He sits down and slides them on, leg by leg, laying back on his bed to get them past his thick thighs. Accomplishing this, he knows that he must now perform the impossible: get the much-strained button into the hole in which it belongs. He holds his belly back with the hand holding the hole, while using all the strength he can muster from his flabby arms to manage - eventually - this feat.
Success! He threw on a 3XL shirt which was, alas, also a little too tight, but he could deal with it: He got his books ready and rushed down the stairs as best as he can, the loud thumps from his heavy footfalls echoing throughout the house. He sat his heavy bulk down on a chair and pulled out the cereal and milk, and proceeded to make himself quite a large breakfast. Three bowls of cereal with whole milk, two bagels with cream cheese, and three doughnuts. Nearly a thousand calories in total, but our Benjamin cared naught for calories: he just loved food!
His mother walked in to see Benjamin finishing off the last of his meal, his hand pulling the shirt back to rub his bloated belly. His mother, a thin, diet-conscious woman, sighed and looked at her fat son, "You know, Benjamin, it looks like you've put on a little weight lately..."
He nodded and grabbed his backpack, umphing at the force it took to lift his heavy frame and backpack off the chair. "Oh, it's probably just summer weight, or something. I promise I'll lose it. But I gotta head to school now, seeya!"
His mother nodded as he walked out the door and onto the bus. He barely fit down the aisle, and struggled to sit into one of the small seats, taking up almost the whole seat with that round, heavy body of his. Benjamin snickered as he thought of what he told his mother, pulling out a package of Twinkies from his backpack and starting in on them.
The bus ride was long, and as they approached the final stop, there was nearly no seats left on the bus. The last kid they picked up was a young man, same as Benjamin's age, though very slim. He was, well, good looking to be sure. He had dark brown eyes, nearly black, which really grabbed your attention. His hair was light brown also, gelled forward and looking well-taken care of. He glanced around, looking for a spot, and eventually found one (or half of one) next to our Benjamin. I suppose in most romances would have our protagonist falling in love at this very moment with the new boy, but alas: he was much too engrossed in his snack to pay much attention to the good looking kid who sat down next to him. The boy was snuggled very nearly against Benjamin's soft side, as there was not much room to be had in the seat.
The boy, however, certainly noticed our Benjamin, and, after recovering from his nervousness, introduced himself. He offered his slim hand to his seatmate's pudgy one.
"Hi, I'm Justin... it's nice to meet you."