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A Bull's Guide to Rome Part V
14 years ago
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Day 5
Start weight: 330
End weight: 352
I had another dream last night. I was a Spartan warrior, and I just came back from training. I had this slave boy, he was a thin cat, lean muscles, and was only a few years younger than me. I walked into my home, and he came up to me and started to rub my pecs while I kissed him. He took me to the couch and I laid down on my back. He climbed on top of me, straddling my waist and he worshipped my muscles. He nuzzled and licked my pecs, he sucked my nipples and then he moved down and kissed my abs. Then he took off my harness and my leather briefs. I was naked under him, he undressed himself and slowly impaled himself on my cock. I grabbed his hips and started thrusting up into him, making him moan at the top of his lungs. He grabbed onto my horns to steady himself while I thrust up into his hole. I grunted and snorted as I picked up speed, our breath becoming short and staggered.
That, is when I woke up.
There is no worse feeling that having a dream when your muscles are being worshiped, and then waking up to find that your body is fatter than yesterday. And to make matters worse, since all the food and fat had settled, it wasn't just my gut that was fat. My arms and legs, and chest were bigger too.
None of my shirts fit, and neither do my pants. So today I had to wear gym shorts and a hoodie.But Chris wanted to go see the catacombs, which I was actually looking forward to, but I wasn't too thrilled that it was raining this morning.
I skipped breakfast, because I don't want to gain any more weight, and we just went straight to the catacombs. The guide took one look at me, and said that I'm too big to fit in some parts of the tour. This means I had to wait in the gift shop while Chris went down. When he came out, he told me that I wouldn't have really liked it unless I actually knew what I was looking at. I'm pretty sure he just said that to make me feel better, but he did buy me a figurine of the one statue he saw down there. It's a statue of Saint Cicilia or something. It's a girl laying with her face down, and the back of her neck it bleeding. I actually kinda like it, because it's not like normal Roman statues.
After that, we took the bus back to the hotel, but I had to have lunch. I was so starving from skipping breakfast. We found this place that had set menus. So you pick one menu, and you get all the courses listed. So the waiter comes, and I tell him "Sonna A fomato"(my spelling is probably wrong) which is one of the few phrases I know in Italian. It means "feed me, I'm starving." Never say this. He looked at me, and said "Look at you! Sonna a fomato?! We gonna sonna a fomato you! I bring you bread, pasta, cheese, salad, soup, and then I come and I take your order." and that's exactly what he did. I had so much food, the zipper on my hoodie, and the waistband on my gym shorts broke. Chris heard my waistband snap and said to me "We'll get you some new clothes after this, you fat cow."
Finally I got to see modern Rome, but it wasn't so I could buy a new Italian suit, it was so I could find the stretchiest clothes ever invented. Hopefully these will last me the rest of the trip. I still have two weeks. I don't know how I'm gonna survive two weeks.
So we just had dinner, we went back near the same restaurant that we went for lunch. I must be famous there now, because all the waiters came outside to see me. They all promised me enough food to feed a family for a month. As tempted as I was, I had to say no. I like to eat, but I don't want to pop.
After leading me what seemed like halfway across Rome, Chris finally stopped at this place he heard about. In this place you pick the pasta you want from the front window, and they cook it for you. I sat down, and I let Chris pick. You can't walk very far when suddenly you've gained 50lbs in four days. Of course, the pasta that Chris picked for me was in the shape of a penis. Only in Rome do you find penis shaped pasta. Not only that, but there were two different penis shaped, the basic one, and another that looks like a side view (not to mention that you could buy them in black or white, red,and green). I was so hungry though from walking, I just ate it.
We finally got back to the hotel, and I couldn't fit through the revolving door. They had to open the double doors on the side for me. It doesn't help that Chris was laughing and was saying "Just suck it in." you can't just suck in a gut when it's also your arms that are also fat. When we got up to the room, Chris had to help me to get through the door. He smooshed my love handles in while I had to press on the sides of my stomach. I worked up a sweat just from that, but I can't fit in the shower anymore. Eventually I just had to stand in the tub and rinse myself with a bottle of water that I filled up from the faucet. I'm still pretty musky, because we ran out of soap, but at least I don't smell too bad. Hopefully Chris doesn't complain, though he may not get too. *I slap my gut* I might take up the whole bed.
*scratches my stomach* I'm glad that we're going to a different city tomorrow. Secretly, I'm hoping the next city has bigger ...well....bigger everything, because I'm too big for Rome.
Start weight: 330
End weight: 352
I had another dream last night. I was a Spartan warrior, and I just came back from training. I had this slave boy, he was a thin cat, lean muscles, and was only a few years younger than me. I walked into my home, and he came up to me and started to rub my pecs while I kissed him. He took me to the couch and I laid down on my back. He climbed on top of me, straddling my waist and he worshipped my muscles. He nuzzled and licked my pecs, he sucked my nipples and then he moved down and kissed my abs. Then he took off my harness and my leather briefs. I was naked under him, he undressed himself and slowly impaled himself on my cock. I grabbed his hips and started thrusting up into him, making him moan at the top of his lungs. He grabbed onto my horns to steady himself while I thrust up into his hole. I grunted and snorted as I picked up speed, our breath becoming short and staggered.
That, is when I woke up.
There is no worse feeling that having a dream when your muscles are being worshiped, and then waking up to find that your body is fatter than yesterday. And to make matters worse, since all the food and fat had settled, it wasn't just my gut that was fat. My arms and legs, and chest were bigger too.
None of my shirts fit, and neither do my pants. So today I had to wear gym shorts and a hoodie.But Chris wanted to go see the catacombs, which I was actually looking forward to, but I wasn't too thrilled that it was raining this morning.
I skipped breakfast, because I don't want to gain any more weight, and we just went straight to the catacombs. The guide took one look at me, and said that I'm too big to fit in some parts of the tour. This means I had to wait in the gift shop while Chris went down. When he came out, he told me that I wouldn't have really liked it unless I actually knew what I was looking at. I'm pretty sure he just said that to make me feel better, but he did buy me a figurine of the one statue he saw down there. It's a statue of Saint Cicilia or something. It's a girl laying with her face down, and the back of her neck it bleeding. I actually kinda like it, because it's not like normal Roman statues.
After that, we took the bus back to the hotel, but I had to have lunch. I was so starving from skipping breakfast. We found this place that had set menus. So you pick one menu, and you get all the courses listed. So the waiter comes, and I tell him "Sonna A fomato"(my spelling is probably wrong) which is one of the few phrases I know in Italian. It means "feed me, I'm starving." Never say this. He looked at me, and said "Look at you! Sonna a fomato?! We gonna sonna a fomato you! I bring you bread, pasta, cheese, salad, soup, and then I come and I take your order." and that's exactly what he did. I had so much food, the zipper on my hoodie, and the waistband on my gym shorts broke. Chris heard my waistband snap and said to me "We'll get you some new clothes after this, you fat cow."
Finally I got to see modern Rome, but it wasn't so I could buy a new Italian suit, it was so I could find the stretchiest clothes ever invented. Hopefully these will last me the rest of the trip. I still have two weeks. I don't know how I'm gonna survive two weeks.
So we just had dinner, we went back near the same restaurant that we went for lunch. I must be famous there now, because all the waiters came outside to see me. They all promised me enough food to feed a family for a month. As tempted as I was, I had to say no. I like to eat, but I don't want to pop.
After leading me what seemed like halfway across Rome, Chris finally stopped at this place he heard about. In this place you pick the pasta you want from the front window, and they cook it for you. I sat down, and I let Chris pick. You can't walk very far when suddenly you've gained 50lbs in four days. Of course, the pasta that Chris picked for me was in the shape of a penis. Only in Rome do you find penis shaped pasta. Not only that, but there were two different penis shaped, the basic one, and another that looks like a side view (not to mention that you could buy them in black or white, red,and green). I was so hungry though from walking, I just ate it.
We finally got back to the hotel, and I couldn't fit through the revolving door. They had to open the double doors on the side for me. It doesn't help that Chris was laughing and was saying "Just suck it in." you can't just suck in a gut when it's also your arms that are also fat. When we got up to the room, Chris had to help me to get through the door. He smooshed my love handles in while I had to press on the sides of my stomach. I worked up a sweat just from that, but I can't fit in the shower anymore. Eventually I just had to stand in the tub and rinse myself with a bottle of water that I filled up from the faucet. I'm still pretty musky, because we ran out of soap, but at least I don't smell too bad. Hopefully Chris doesn't complain, though he may not get too. *I slap my gut* I might take up the whole bed.
*scratches my stomach* I'm glad that we're going to a different city tomorrow. Secretly, I'm hoping the next city has bigger ...well....bigger everything, because I'm too big for Rome.
