"Now presenting, the biggest man to play football. Weighing in at over 1000 pounds... Daniel Booth!!!"
The crowd in the football stadium erupted in applause as from the home team entrance appeared a mountain. Well, a man who was a mountain really. He was wider than the door and had to squeeze through and taller than pretty much any other man. Huge, fat cheeks above a thick double- well, triple- chin framed the bearded head as it sat atop broad shoulders. Those shoulders rested above two, gigantic pecs that were soft, flabby, and as big as some sumo's bellies. They rested proudly above a vast, soft, drooping belly that was barely contained by the stretched of football jersey; no doubt a special order due to the yards of fabric needed to make it. It jiggled wildly as he jogged forward whilst it was being rubbed by two huge, strong hands attached to fat wrists and tree-sized arms. Beneath it sat two thighs big as silos with giant calves, all heavily muscled to support him. His waist was huge, bigger than any other player, and it melted into two, blimp like butt cheeks. Each one bigger than a beanbag chair, likely able to crush a car with little to no effort. They were packed into a pair of gigantic sweats that were strained heavily due to having to hold in all that man.
The massive man let out a roar as he raised his arms to the crowds recieving a louder applause from the stands.
"Yeah I'm the man, I'm the man. I'm the Beast." Daniel chanted to himself as the crowd kept cheering louder and louder until it suddenly changed from the cheer of thousands of people to a loud repetitive "beep-beep-beep..."
"...Beep-beep-beep." *Click*
Daniel swore lightly as he turned of the alarm, disappointed that his dream was cut short before what he considered his favorite part, crushing the other team under him. He sighed as he looked down his 380 pound body and placed a hand on his belly. It wasn't that he didn't like his body, just that he sometimes wished he could get a lot bigger.
"Oh well, time to start the day." He said to himself as he grunted and stood up from his bed, clad in nothing but a tight jock strap, and head to the bathroom to clean up and dress before heading down from his apartment to his bakery. Though he was worried it would be another slow day with him sneaking some food of the display cases or checking his gainer account on his phone. He was bored with this rut his life had become and was desperate for something to happen. UFOs, monsters invading, hell even some weird growth device, anything to get him out of this cycle.
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