Vince stripped off his clothes and looked into the mirror. the first thing he noticed was his belly-it had always been flat, even curving inward, but now he could tell it was rounding out a little. He turned around to see his rear, his butt jiggling as he twisted around. he had always had a nice round ass even when he was really skinny, but he could tell it had grown, perhaps more than his stomach. His legs looked a little thicker too. He hadnt realized he was putting on any weight at all, and it came as a shock to him. Vince really didnt care, though-he needed to be bigger for hockey, and his dad seemed to approve of it too.
Vince stepped on the scale, and watched as the needle rolled far past 130, and then snapped back to land on 147. "Woah!" he thought. He gained 17lbs of all fat probably in two months. He'd never even put on that much weight in an entire year! Maybe that was why all of his clothes had been hugging him pretty tight recently. Putting them back on, it was pretty obvious to him now that he had put on a few. "I wonder if anyone else has noticed." vince said to himself. They had to have, he thought, and he wondered why none of the guys on the hockey team had said anything.
Vince ran back downstairs, his softened body jiggling a little with him. "Hey dad, is there any dessert? im starving." he said "yeah son, theres a carton of ice cream in the freezer, i'll go get you a spoon." his dad replied with a grin on his face. The two talked as vince shoveled more and more ice cream in his mouth, completely oblivious to how much he was eating. His dad tried to keep the conversation going on as long as possible so that vince would keep eating. As vince neared the bottom of the carton, his dad grabbed a jar of homemade cookies and started nibbling on one. Vince finished the carton "man that was good." without getting up, he tossed the carton into the trash and grabbed the jar of cookies. his dad's face lit up, and they continued their conversation until vince finished his cookies. "night, son." his dad said, proiud of how vince just ate, "night dad," vince replied, lifting up his shirt and patting his stomach. Rubbing his belly, vince went up to bed.
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