iLikeBig
5th January 2010, 03:48 AM
Although I planned on adding a new chapter to my other story, "My Favorite Client", I just couldn't quite figure out what happens to Greg. So, Instead I wrote this. Enjoy!
I’m the first to admit it, I’m a big guy and I love it! I love my double chin, I love my stubby fingers, I love my love handles, and I especially love my gut. It’s a beautiful round gut with just enough sag to cover my belt. I happily rub my belly in public and I never mind when a friend rubs it for me.
I’m really lucky that I love to be big, because I love to eat. I’m not purposely a gainer, I just love food. In fact, right now I’m on my way to the Walmart to stock up on food for the next week. Even at Walmart’s prices, I seem to spend at least $250 a week on food. I usually go very early in the morning (almost pre-dawn) on Tuesday; it’s one of my days off. Tuesday mornings are also one of the quietest times of the week to shop. I almost don’t want to tell you this, but I also drive 25 miles to get to the store, even though there’s one in my own town. It’s not that I’m ashamed of my size, but I don’t like to advertise to everyone in my town how much food I buy for myself.
Still there is something that not even my closest friends know about me. I find competitive food eating very hot. You’re never heard about it? There’s even a federation for it, check out their website: http://www.ifoce.com. I can watch guys shovel down the food for hours. I just wish I could find someone that I could eat against. That would be a man I could spend the rest of my life with. But, I’m in a somewhat small town and I doubt I could ever find someone with the same interests.
But, not to dwell on that. I’m now arriving at Walmart. The sun’s just coming up, but it feels even colder outside than when I got on the road half an hour ago. I think I remember the weather forecast talking about a cold front. Honestly, the cold doesn't bother me. Right now I’m wearing track pants, a 4X t-shirt, and a zip front hoodie that I couldn’t zip if my life depended on it. This cold weather reminds me that I’m getting too big for 4X shirts, they leave the bottom of my belly exposed. I know this is the case because I can feel the cold breeze blowing past my gut. I also catch a glimpse of myself in the store window and get confirmation that my lower gut is clearly on display. I haven’t bought clothes in a while, so this is actually a good excuse for me to stock up on some new pants, shirts, underwear, etc. I’m really glad this store decided to stock big men’s clothing.
Even though I know the store like the back of my hand, it usually takes an hour and a half to get all of my shopping done. I’m starting in the clothing department. I guess I never realized it, but the largest size they stock is 4X. This is fine for my underwear and pants, but my gut is calling out for the next size up. I can’t even think of a big men’s store in the area, so I guess I’ll live with the smaller size. You know, I’m getting to like the idea of my belly hanging out anyway.
I’m now in the meat and poultry department and I just saw a guy built like me walking down one of the aisles. If I had to guess, he's probably late 20s around my height. Oh yeah, I'm sure there are some of you who are dying to know my stats, so here they are: I'm 32, 5'10", with a beautiful head of brown hair, a matching beard, and a nice hairy chest. Your typical friendly bear. Since I don't have a scale at home for someone my size, I can only judge my weight by how my clothes fit. Since my 4X shirts are skimpy around the middle, I'm guessing I'm around 420 lbs. But, enough of that, back to him. He's a bit darker than I am with a neatly trimmed beard and wavy black hair that I’d love to be running my hands through. He's wearing a standard fat boy outfit: saggy jeans worn low, a huge flowing t-shirt, and a flannel shirt that he probably hasn't been able to button for years. I gotta get another look at him, so I'm off through the store to find him.
Cool, I'm just turning down the cereal aisle and there he is, coming straight at me. His cart is looking pretty full. I wonder if he's married. I'm gonna block the aisle in front of the Frosted Flakes and pretend to compare prices.
"Excuse me; do you might if I slip though?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget how much space I take up."
"Man, I hear you on that one, it seems like this is always rubbing against something," he says as he pats his belly.
He peers into my cart as he continues, "Wow, looks like you're doing a big shopping. The wife makes you do this?"
"Nah, I'm single, all this is for me. I didn't get this by hanging out with Jenny Craig," I tell him as I pat my belly.
I can tell my answer catches him off guard; I guess he's married. Anyway, all he can do is smile. Oh well, I guess he's not interested. I just end the conversation by saying, "Anyway, enjoy your day. I'm Ryan."
"Please to meet you Ryan, I'm Richie. See you around."
I'm feeling bold, so I pat his belly as he begins to walk away.
The rest of my shopping is uneventful, I don't even see him. For a second I thought I could have had some fun with him. I bet he knows how to shovel down a pizza or three. I pay up and I'm now at my truck loading everything into the back. You know, it feels even colder than when I went into the store and I can see the clouds gathering on the horizon.
I'm about to get into the truck as I hear, "Hey Ryan, hold up." I turn around to see Richie making his way down the parking aisle towards my truck. He's moving pretty fast for a big guy, with his gut bouncing up and down with each step and his arms swinging out to the sides. He's noticeably out of breath when he gets to me.
"Hey, glad I caught you. You definitely caught me off guard in the store. I never see other big guys shopping for themselves and I didn't know what to say!"
"No problem Richie. I'm glad you decided to say hello. Us fat guys need to stick together and be proud of our size. You know, all of this shopping has made me hungry. I think the local hotel has an all you can eat breakfast buffet. Wanna join me?"
"Sure, sounds great. I'll follow you."
I can hardly believe my luck! Less than 30 seconds of conversation and we’re having breakfast. Richie is totally cute and I’m going to have a meal with him.
My Yukon is now loaded and I’m on the way to the hotel. Richie’s behind me in a new Excursion. Hmm, a Ford man; I guess I can forgive him for that. Even though it's only a five minute ride to the hotel, it feels like it's taking forever.
Ah, there’s the hotel. We’re in luck, the sign in front proudly proclaims their breakfast buffet, $24.95 + tax for all you can eat. They’re definitely not gonna make money on the two of us! He parks right next to me and as quickly as I can manage, I’m out of my truck and standing by his door.
“Good to see you again, Richie.”
“Good to see all of you too! Wow, it seems like it’s getting colder by the minute. I wonder if it’s going to snow?”
“I don’t know, I hope not, I live all the way in Lanford. I’d hate to do that drive in the snow.”
“I know what you mean; I live past you in Arlen! Hey Ryan, I thought there was a Walmart in Lanford? Why don’t you shop there?”
“You know Richie, I just like a little privacy when I shop. I don’t need my neighbors seeing what I eat. I could ask you the same question.”
“Ryan, I can’t decide if I’m embarrassed or relieved to tell you this: I feel the same way. I know I’m fat but I just don’t like everyone talking about how much I eat. You think everyone knows your business in Lanford? Arlen’s not even half the size.”
I joke with him that we’re now in the Springfield, it is the county seat after all, and we’ll be free to eat to our hearts content. We walk into the restaurant and are greeted by a young beanpole of a man, probably still a teenager. He’s easily 6’3 but probably no more than 150 lbs. Wouldn’t you know it; he leads us to a booth.
Richie begins to blush as I tell the waiter, “Hey, my man, do you really think I can fit this in a booth? How about you give us that nice four-top by the window?” I’ve now made the waiter blush too. But, he leads us to the table, explains the buffet to us and takes our drink order.
"So, Richie, you married?"
"Nah, still single."
"Me too, I haven't found the right guy yet."
"You're gay?"
"Is that a problem?" Damn, I don't need to start a scene in the restaurant.
"No, not at all. In fact so am I. I really don't tell to many people in Arlen. It's actually a huge relief to be able to tell someone. Although I only met you this morning, it's seems like we're perfect for each other. Kinda like bookends!"
"Really big bookends," I add jokingly. "Richie, I think I'd like to get to know you better, but I'm starved, how about we get some food? As a matter of fact maybe we could have a contest to see who can eat more?"
I'm now holding my breath waiting for his answer.
I’m the first to admit it, I’m a big guy and I love it! I love my double chin, I love my stubby fingers, I love my love handles, and I especially love my gut. It’s a beautiful round gut with just enough sag to cover my belt. I happily rub my belly in public and I never mind when a friend rubs it for me.
I’m really lucky that I love to be big, because I love to eat. I’m not purposely a gainer, I just love food. In fact, right now I’m on my way to the Walmart to stock up on food for the next week. Even at Walmart’s prices, I seem to spend at least $250 a week on food. I usually go very early in the morning (almost pre-dawn) on Tuesday; it’s one of my days off. Tuesday mornings are also one of the quietest times of the week to shop. I almost don’t want to tell you this, but I also drive 25 miles to get to the store, even though there’s one in my own town. It’s not that I’m ashamed of my size, but I don’t like to advertise to everyone in my town how much food I buy for myself.
Still there is something that not even my closest friends know about me. I find competitive food eating very hot. You’re never heard about it? There’s even a federation for it, check out their website: http://www.ifoce.com. I can watch guys shovel down the food for hours. I just wish I could find someone that I could eat against. That would be a man I could spend the rest of my life with. But, I’m in a somewhat small town and I doubt I could ever find someone with the same interests.
But, not to dwell on that. I’m now arriving at Walmart. The sun’s just coming up, but it feels even colder outside than when I got on the road half an hour ago. I think I remember the weather forecast talking about a cold front. Honestly, the cold doesn't bother me. Right now I’m wearing track pants, a 4X t-shirt, and a zip front hoodie that I couldn’t zip if my life depended on it. This cold weather reminds me that I’m getting too big for 4X shirts, they leave the bottom of my belly exposed. I know this is the case because I can feel the cold breeze blowing past my gut. I also catch a glimpse of myself in the store window and get confirmation that my lower gut is clearly on display. I haven’t bought clothes in a while, so this is actually a good excuse for me to stock up on some new pants, shirts, underwear, etc. I’m really glad this store decided to stock big men’s clothing.
Even though I know the store like the back of my hand, it usually takes an hour and a half to get all of my shopping done. I’m starting in the clothing department. I guess I never realized it, but the largest size they stock is 4X. This is fine for my underwear and pants, but my gut is calling out for the next size up. I can’t even think of a big men’s store in the area, so I guess I’ll live with the smaller size. You know, I’m getting to like the idea of my belly hanging out anyway.
I’m now in the meat and poultry department and I just saw a guy built like me walking down one of the aisles. If I had to guess, he's probably late 20s around my height. Oh yeah, I'm sure there are some of you who are dying to know my stats, so here they are: I'm 32, 5'10", with a beautiful head of brown hair, a matching beard, and a nice hairy chest. Your typical friendly bear. Since I don't have a scale at home for someone my size, I can only judge my weight by how my clothes fit. Since my 4X shirts are skimpy around the middle, I'm guessing I'm around 420 lbs. But, enough of that, back to him. He's a bit darker than I am with a neatly trimmed beard and wavy black hair that I’d love to be running my hands through. He's wearing a standard fat boy outfit: saggy jeans worn low, a huge flowing t-shirt, and a flannel shirt that he probably hasn't been able to button for years. I gotta get another look at him, so I'm off through the store to find him.
Cool, I'm just turning down the cereal aisle and there he is, coming straight at me. His cart is looking pretty full. I wonder if he's married. I'm gonna block the aisle in front of the Frosted Flakes and pretend to compare prices.
"Excuse me; do you might if I slip though?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget how much space I take up."
"Man, I hear you on that one, it seems like this is always rubbing against something," he says as he pats his belly.
He peers into my cart as he continues, "Wow, looks like you're doing a big shopping. The wife makes you do this?"
"Nah, I'm single, all this is for me. I didn't get this by hanging out with Jenny Craig," I tell him as I pat my belly.
I can tell my answer catches him off guard; I guess he's married. Anyway, all he can do is smile. Oh well, I guess he's not interested. I just end the conversation by saying, "Anyway, enjoy your day. I'm Ryan."
"Please to meet you Ryan, I'm Richie. See you around."
I'm feeling bold, so I pat his belly as he begins to walk away.
The rest of my shopping is uneventful, I don't even see him. For a second I thought I could have had some fun with him. I bet he knows how to shovel down a pizza or three. I pay up and I'm now at my truck loading everything into the back. You know, it feels even colder than when I went into the store and I can see the clouds gathering on the horizon.
I'm about to get into the truck as I hear, "Hey Ryan, hold up." I turn around to see Richie making his way down the parking aisle towards my truck. He's moving pretty fast for a big guy, with his gut bouncing up and down with each step and his arms swinging out to the sides. He's noticeably out of breath when he gets to me.
"Hey, glad I caught you. You definitely caught me off guard in the store. I never see other big guys shopping for themselves and I didn't know what to say!"
"No problem Richie. I'm glad you decided to say hello. Us fat guys need to stick together and be proud of our size. You know, all of this shopping has made me hungry. I think the local hotel has an all you can eat breakfast buffet. Wanna join me?"
"Sure, sounds great. I'll follow you."
I can hardly believe my luck! Less than 30 seconds of conversation and we’re having breakfast. Richie is totally cute and I’m going to have a meal with him.
My Yukon is now loaded and I’m on the way to the hotel. Richie’s behind me in a new Excursion. Hmm, a Ford man; I guess I can forgive him for that. Even though it's only a five minute ride to the hotel, it feels like it's taking forever.
Ah, there’s the hotel. We’re in luck, the sign in front proudly proclaims their breakfast buffet, $24.95 + tax for all you can eat. They’re definitely not gonna make money on the two of us! He parks right next to me and as quickly as I can manage, I’m out of my truck and standing by his door.
“Good to see you again, Richie.”
“Good to see all of you too! Wow, it seems like it’s getting colder by the minute. I wonder if it’s going to snow?”
“I don’t know, I hope not, I live all the way in Lanford. I’d hate to do that drive in the snow.”
“I know what you mean; I live past you in Arlen! Hey Ryan, I thought there was a Walmart in Lanford? Why don’t you shop there?”
“You know Richie, I just like a little privacy when I shop. I don’t need my neighbors seeing what I eat. I could ask you the same question.”
“Ryan, I can’t decide if I’m embarrassed or relieved to tell you this: I feel the same way. I know I’m fat but I just don’t like everyone talking about how much I eat. You think everyone knows your business in Lanford? Arlen’s not even half the size.”
I joke with him that we’re now in the Springfield, it is the county seat after all, and we’ll be free to eat to our hearts content. We walk into the restaurant and are greeted by a young beanpole of a man, probably still a teenager. He’s easily 6’3 but probably no more than 150 lbs. Wouldn’t you know it; he leads us to a booth.
Richie begins to blush as I tell the waiter, “Hey, my man, do you really think I can fit this in a booth? How about you give us that nice four-top by the window?” I’ve now made the waiter blush too. But, he leads us to the table, explains the buffet to us and takes our drink order.
"So, Richie, you married?"
"Nah, still single."
"Me too, I haven't found the right guy yet."
"You're gay?"
"Is that a problem?" Damn, I don't need to start a scene in the restaurant.
"No, not at all. In fact so am I. I really don't tell to many people in Arlen. It's actually a huge relief to be able to tell someone. Although I only met you this morning, it's seems like we're perfect for each other. Kinda like bookends!"
"Really big bookends," I add jokingly. "Richie, I think I'd like to get to know you better, but I'm starved, how about we get some food? As a matter of fact maybe we could have a contest to see who can eat more?"
I'm now holding my breath waiting for his answer.