Anthony's weight gain

Anthony is 30, with short black hair, some stubble on his face, blue eyes, white skin, and he is about 6"1. He thinks for a 30 year old he is still in pretty good shape. He doesn't have amazing abs or anything fancy, but he isn't at all fat. Actually he's pretty good looking. Which is why he can't wrap his head around why his girlfriend of 6 years decided to break up with him. All around his new apartment are boxes of things he hasn't unpacked yet. The only thing he has unpacked is his TV, and he's sitting on the couch, watching some sappy romance movie. He decided the movie was too depressing so he shuts it off and looks around for something to do. He doesn't have to go to his job for the next month since last week he slipped on some ice out in the parking lot and messed up his back pretty bad. It was freezing out so he decided not to go out tonight. Or any night since the break up. He has been deeply depressed since his girlfriend, Tara, had broken it off with him 2 weeks ago. He didn't feel like doing anything. He didn't want to unpack his things, then it would make everything feel permanent, and he didn't want to go out because everywhere around the city reminded him of her. With nothing else to do he got up and went to take a shower. He turned on the shower and got undressed. Fully naked, he turned to look at himself in the body length mirror on his bathroom wall. He looked pretty damn good if he said so himself. His pecs were fairly large, he had a flat stomach, nice thick thighs with long legs, muscular arms, and a pretty big penis, hanging at eight inches long. He could see no physical reason why Tara would break up with him. He spotted the scale on the floor and stepped on it. He weighed 195 pounds of lean muscle. Maybe she didn't like how hairy he was. He had just shaved this morning and already he had a 5 o'clock shadow, and it wasn't even 5 yet. He had a fairly hair chest with a layer of black hair all on his stomach. He thinks it makes him look manly. He gets in the shower and shampoos his hair and scrubs his body clean. He ran his hand over his cock, and that was enough to do it. He was so horny lately, he hasn't had sex since the break-up, and for him that's a long time. He grabs his hardening and growing cock in his hand, it pulsing with anticipation on his fingertips. Fully hard, his penis was about 10 inches long, still no reason why Tara would break up with him. He ran his hand up and down the shaft, slowly at first, but more vigorously with each stroke. His muscular chest rising up and falling down with each deep breath. He couldn't take it anymore and he hit his climax. He came all over himself and the shower wall. Oh, God did it feel good. Once he got out of the shower he realized he didn't have any more clothes to wear. Only a sole pair of clean boxers. He would have to unpack some more clothes tomorrow.He put his boxers on and strode over to his kitchen table to go on his laptop. Ever since the break-up he has sort of been stalking Tara on Facebook. He went on her page, and his heart shattered. It said she was in a relationship with some jerk he didn't know. Angry, he slammed his laptop shut. He didn't know what to do. He felt lonely and betrayed, and something else. Hungry, he felt hungry. Suddenly he felt the strongest urge to eat something. He ran to his refrigerator and pulled out a frozen pizza and shoved it in the oven. Once he saw it would take ten minutes to cook he pulled out a gallon of ice cream, knowing he couldn't last ten minutes. He grabbed a big serving spoon from out of his drawer and started shoveling Double Chocolate Brownie ice cream into his mouth. He was getting brain freeze but he didn't care, he needed to fill the emptiness he felt. No sooner did his spoon hit the bottom of the gallon of ice cream, the oven timer went off. He ran over to the oven and pulled the pizza out and set it on the counter. He took a bite and discovered it was way too hot to eat yet. But he couldn't not be eating anything. He grabbed a bag of chips out of the cupboard and started eating them by the handfuls. It was one of those family size bags but he finished it all by himself within 10 minutes. He grabbed the whole pizza, which was supposed to be able to serve four, and he folded it in half, taking monster bites out of it. His stomach was getting really full. He could feel it stretching to the max, but he didn't care. When he was feeling full he didn't feel lonely or sad, he had discovered his cure to his depression.

1 week later

Anthony woke up to the rumbling of his stomach. He looked at his alarm clock and it looked back at him, displaying 9:30 on itself. He got up from bed and padded out of his room and into the kitchen in only his boxers. He started to find that shirts and pants were so restraining, so he hasn't worn anything but boxers for a whole week. He went to the fully stocked refrigerator, he lived next to a grocery store that delivers your food to you if you order it online, and pulled out a carton of eggs. He cracked 6 of them into a bowl and whipped them so he could make scrambled eggs. He grated four different kinds of cheeses into the bowl and put the whole thing in the pan.Next he put 10 pieces of bacon into a pan and started frying them. The eggs were done so he put them on a plate and made three english muffins so that he could make three egg sandwiches. He put the bacon on the egg sandwiches, and then slathered them in ketchup. He ate all of them in about 15 minutes. He has been doing this for breakfast everyday for a week, but today was the first day he was still hungry after eating all that. He shrugged it off and made the rest of the eggs, and made more bacon, and more english muffins, and had three more egg sandwiches. He burped an incredibly loud belch that probably woke up his neighbors upstairs and patted his chest, which was feeling much softer these days. He stood up to go watch TV, and decided to bring a box of donuts with him. 4 hours later and the twelve donuts were gone and Anthony was asleep on the couch, weighed down by his gargantuan breakfast. But a gargantuan breakfast for a gargantuan man. Anthony was oblivious to the fact that he was gaining a LOT of weight. He has cleared out the refrigerator three times in only a week and after his huge meals he falls asleep on the couch, giving those calories a chance to turn into fat. He didn't notice that his boxers were getting very tight around his chubby ass, he didn't notice the looks the grocery store delivery man gave him when he opened the door in just his underwear, he didn't even notice his stomach which has protruded over his waistband and is well on it's way to becoming a world class beer gut. For the second time today he woke up to the grumbling of his stomach. He checked the clock on wall and saw it was 1 in the afternoon. Just in time for lunch. He moved heavily into the kitchen and grabbed three beers from the fridge and set them on the table. He then went on to make five grilled cheeses for himself, and he put two bags of frozen french fries in the oven. While he was waiting for the french fries he drank the beers and ate four of the grilled cheeses. As he was inhaling the fifth one, the oven timer rang for the french fries. He ran over to the oven, simultaneously eating the grilled cheese, and shoveled the french fries onto a plate. He put a huge amount of ketchup on the french fries and started shoveling them into his mouth by the handfuls. He loved eating like this, it made him forget all of his problems, an easy escape. He finished the fries and sat back in his chair, bloated and full from his huge lunch. He rubbed his tight gut and realized that there was ketchup and crumbs mixed in with the hair on his stomach. He laughed to himself and decided he would take a shower. He pushed back from the table and slowly stood up feeling the weight of his lunch sitting in his stomach. He belched loudly and walked over to the bathroom. He stripped of his boxers and looked at himself in the full length mirror. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His stomach was so bloated from lunch that it pushed out so you could clearly see he had a gut. His pecs looks less defined and sagged a little. The hair on his stomach looked spread further apart due to the growth of his stomach. "Oof" he said, patting his newly found gut, "I can't believe I'm this bloated from lunch. I better watch myself or I'm gonna be as big as a house." He ignored the fact that yes he was bloated, but most of his stomach was squishy and soft, usually not what a packed tight stomach is like. Anthony was on the road to becoming a very large man.



Part 2 coming soon!