I enjoyed my new body. My new house. My new lifestyle.
And when I went out the boys envied me and the girls drooled over me.
I was in heaven. I had my choice of who I wanted to be with.
I tried women but I found that with all the foreplay I was unable to get aroused by women. And it wasn't just one I tried over and over but not a one got me hard now.
I had been surfing one day and found myself at a bar late night. My dehydration from the days activities and the excess of alcohol seems to have greatly affected me.
I found myself in bed with a man in the morning. He wasn't the best looking man. A little chubby not at all like the guys that envied me. He had budding man boobs and quite the spare tire.
I woke him up and he hopped up looking down at himself screamed in a high pitched tone what the hell happened.
Well I take it that we had sex. You said matter of factly.
No I mean me. How did I get so fat?
I would say you ate a lot as a kid. I knew nothing about him I had no memory of the night before.
But since last night.
I looked at him strangely. What do you mean?
He started to pull on his underwear which stretched out. His pants he pulled up over his thunder thighs unable to zip or button the pants. His shirt he pulled up over his head and even though the t-shirt stretched it was obviously too small for a man of his size.
Look guy if you are into this tight clothing stuff you better get some bigger sizes because you have obviously outgrown those.
I couldn't. I had a six-pack last night. I was a buff surfer like you. What the hell did you do to me.
Look dude I was too wasted to do anything last night. You did this to yourself.
He started to sob and rushed out the door.
Good riddance I thought. Why would I want to be with a fatty.
I tried over and over with women again but nothing happened.
And as the months went on I noticed that I was getting a bit of a tummy. My hips were rounding out and my pecs were softening up. Even with all the workouts I did.
It wasn't until another drunken night found me in bed with another fatty that I realized what happened.
I was back to my buff self and he freaked about the added weight.
I popped into my head that I had to transfer my weight to someone else or it would return to me.
I didn't need to find a guy every day, although that often happened, but I would find a guy every so often when I began to notice the weight and give him the gift of girth.
I was often too drunk to know what I was doing but every so often I would be sober and notice that as I fucked the guys that they would round out a bit. Some times it was a little bit. Some times it was quite extensive.
One time when I was out of commission for six months due to an broken pelvis I grew past my rolly polly body that I had to start with and upon release I found a chubby chaser and fucked the fat away. Being shorter than me He was round. I had gotten him drunk the night before and before he woke to find his change I had dressed him in a bed sheet resembling a toga taken him back to the bar that I found him at and left him to wake in the morning.
I hear he looked for that chub that had done this to him but there was not a single chub that looked familiar ever again.
He learned to enjoy his new found girth, since he was unable to lose the 500+ pounds he now carried, and found himself on the other side of the chub chaser community.