What's this fetish meme going around?

Passion, inspiration, muse, kefi, drive. whatever you call it, i've lost it.

I was bored, saw other people did this, so now i'm doing it


Confession 1: Your biggest fear.
Heroes fear nothing!

Confession 2: Worst Nightmare.
The one i had last night was pretty weird. Had a dream that i was lost in some weird temple.

Confession 3: Something you wish you could forget.
I'm pretty forgetful already

Confession 4: Best dream.
The one where i fuck you in the ass

Confession 5: Favorite memory.
The day i got back at everyone on the football team for inflating me all the time

Confession 6: Worst experience.
When that farmer kept me in his barn for almost a year like i was a cow or something.

Confession 7: Biggest pet peeve.
I hate it when people assume i'm an asshole. though, i guess sometimes i am. sorry about that. ^_^'

Confession 8: Something you're paranoid about.
*looks up paranoid* oh! uh, i'm paranoid that somebody is gonna blow me up and then put me infront of a bunch of people

Confession 9: What you thought of your current best friend when you met them.
I thought he was an asshole, now he's my roommate

Confession 10: Your strongest principle/belief.
Protect the innocent!

Confession 11: What annoys you the most.
when there is no food in the house

Confession 12: Something you want to do before you die.
i want to try food from all over the world

Confession 13: Biggest regret.
not hitting the gym the other day

Confession 14: Hidden talent.
*lifts up a car with one hand* are powers considered a talent?

Confession 15: Favourite thing about yourself.
*bounces my pecs* my body

Confession 16: One thing you would change about yourself if you could.
i think i'd make it easier for me to get bigger. packing on muscle is hard when there aren't many weights for people with super strength

Confession 15: Worst habit.
leaving my gym shorts and socks everywhere. can't figure out how the washing machine works

Confession 16: Most important person in your life at the moment.
hm, i've got more than one

Confession 19: A skill you wish you had.
cooking. it'd be nice to cook for myself instead of having others cook for me. though it's fun to watch people cook.

Confession 20: Biggest compliment you've ever received.
"Did you swallow an airhose? you're the biggest guy here!"

Confession 21: What you hate most about society.
that some people want to hurt others. villains, i'm talking about you

Confession 22: Something that makes you cry.
pssh, i dont cry.

Confession 23: Something that makes you laugh.
fart jokes, burp jokes, jokes. it doesnt take much to make me laugh

Confession 25: Something no-one expected you to like.
someone just got me into soft vore

Confession 24: Most treasured possession.
haha, most of my friends would tell you that it's my ego

Confession 26: Strangest hobby.
labrat. my roommate is a chemist, and so he tests most of his stuff on me

Confession 27: Biggest ambition.
to be the biggest ever

Confession 28: Something stupid you used to believe in when you were younger.
that my dad was a superhero

Confession 29: A random confession.
i am freaking starving right now

Confession 30: A few words to, honestly, describe yourself.
hungry, starving, horny, and feeling kinda lazy right now

Congratz America, your balls have finally dropped.

Happy New Year, everybody!

Congratz America, your balls have finally dropped.

Happy New Year, everybody!

I want more chocolate.

So yesterday, in my free time, I was writing a Christmas story, but that story won't be up for a while.

I got distracted by the chocolate I got for X-mas.

The story will be up by New Years though.

Give me ideas for furries to draw. I can't really think of any, cause i don't want to draw Bugs Bunny.

Florence
Day 1-3
Starting weight: 406lbs
Ending weight: 458lbs
Sorry, I didn't get tue chance to update last night. Not much has happened. I've entered Florence, which is without a doubt my favorite city so far, because of the nice breeze. The only problem is all the humans. There are so many humans in this city, occasionally I'll come across a horse in one of the café nearby, but mostly it's humans. The good news is that most of them are fat tourists, so I blend in, kinda. But my favorite about the city is that everything is closer than back in Rome and Sorrento. But unfortunately, it is still just as hot. But there are plenty of places to get gelato, which is good news for sweat glands, but bad news for my waist band. I've decided to do some shopping, figure that i'll wear all these close when I get back to my normal weight. I'm only halfway through my trip and I've gained 148lbs. And the fact that I'm all pent up and having sexy dreams doesn't help. In one I was being fed, and with each bite I got bigger and bigger, until I couldn't move anymore. I had slaves to do everything for me, and worship my body 24/7. Oh god, I'm starting to swell up again. It's getting harder for me to type. Chris might have to start typing for me. I can barely reach the keyboard. 

Hi, everybody. This is Chris. The Fat Cow can't reach the keyboard anymore, so I'm going to have to finish off this entry for him.
I took Jack to the  Uffizi, or as he likes to call it the "U Fuzzy". The art was beautiful, but Jack doesn't really understand it. He says they all started to look the same to him. But when I took him to the Academia, I think he really enjoyed David. 
The problem with taking Jack anywhere, is that as soon as we step outside, he smells something and it makes him hungry. He thinks with his stomach and his cock. The worst is walking past a candy store, especially with all the chocolate. In short, I have to walk him extra far to avoid all of the gelato shops. 
Tomorrow we leave for Belgium, there will probably be no Wi-fi up there, so this is us signing off. Jack will be back in a week.

Day 4
Starting weight: 389lbs
Ending weight: 406lbs
Sorry, I got kinda carried away yesterday, so I didn't update.
I had the best time on this trip so far. Chris and I went down to the beach. And I'm starting to feel better about weighing 400lbs, because I saw bears. Finally, guys almost as big and fat as me. They pretty much worshipped my belly, and I actually got to hang out with a few of them. They all wanted to by me something to eat, something about wanting to take part in making me grow. So they each took mento their favorite place to eat, and they got me whatever they normally eat. I tasted some of the best food today. I have to go though, because I have to pack for the train.

Day 3
Starting weight: 378lbs
Ending weight: 389lbs

It's interesting to see how the people are different from one city to the next. In Rome, they were felines and aviaries. Here in Sorrento, the people are canine and reptilian. So I'm thinking the bears are in northern Italy.
Around lunch time I was actually being followed by a stray. Poor thing. Hungry, and alone. I had to help him out. I bought him lunch, and a train ticket. Poor puppy. Definitely the highlight of my day.

After lunch, Chris dragged me through Herculanium and Pompeii. Both of which I was too fat to go inside any of the buildings, so I had to stand outside, sweating in the hot sun. I drank a ton of water, but now I'm retaining it all. This sucks. It's intimidating when you're the fat guy surrounded by skinny people. *hugs my gut* and it doesn't help that I eat when I'm depressed. I'm so used to fattening other guys up. It's weird for me to be like this.

I had a four course dinner to cheer me up. Some ravioli and duck, soup and anitpasta. Chris offered to give me a massage and belly rub later. I might just take him up on the offer, I love a good belly rub. A really nice worship session would definitely make me happier.

Day 2
Starting weight: 367lbs
Ending weight: 378lbs
Chris woke me up this morning. I'm not sure how, because I'm a heavy sleeper. He told me that my breath still smelled of last night's dinner, but when I offered to brush my teeth, he just handed me a piece of gum and told me to chew it. It tasted kinda funny, (no not blueberry) it was minty. Next thing I know, I'm suddenly feeling light headed, and my stomach kinda hurts, like there was this huge pressure on it. It was then that I noticed that I was inflating and filling up with air. It wasn't until I was bobbing against the ceiling that I realized Chris was laughing so hard he almost pissed himself. When he finally caught his breath he left me in the room all inflated. There wasn't much for me to do, since I was stuck in the room, so I fell asleep. 
I woke up laying on the ground, and found the gum on the table. Air Gum, and you can actually find the commercial for it's inflating properties if you look hard enough. I'm gonna get him so good when I get back to America. 

He eventually came back, and we had a late lunch where the waiter gave us five different appetizers. Of course I ate it all, can you blame me? I didn't have breakfast. I also ate the pasta, and the pizza.
We then walked around the shops. There are lots of sexy underwear places, again, things I would've worn if I had abs.
I think Chris felt bad for the prank he pulled on me this morning, because he got a box of different types of donuts at the end of the day.
*eats a donut* I'm still gonna get him good later. Anybody know of a good prank? *eats another donut*

Sorrento
Day 1
Starting weight: 352
Ending weight: 367
You think that when people see a fat bull walk into their restaurant, that they would run and say "hide the food! He'll eat everything we have!", but no, instead they say "let's see how big we can make this fatty." this morning, I was practically force fed 6 crepes filled with nutella, whip cream, and various fruits. *I place my hand on my bug fat gut* the waiter said it's a parting gift from Rome. If only they knew what happened while I was there. 
When I arrived, I was big, I was muscular. When I left, I was massive, I was fat. Now, I'm not fat, I'm overweight. And fat bulls and hot weather don't mix. Ever not bathe for a few days, and realize you can't really wash off your stench. That's pretty much how I am. I'm into musk play and all, but when you smell of sex all the time, and you had to share a bed with a guy. Rome was just awkward. 

We're on our way to Sorrento, but first we took a train to Naples. Naples! The ghetto Rome, and the supposed birth place of pizza. All Chris had to say was pizza. We went to Aciento de Michele. It is without a doubt the bet pizza ever! I got two mediums, because I know I'm never gonna get the stuff again. It was probably a bad idea for me to have two medium pizzas and half of Chris' normal sized one, but busting a few buttons on my shirt was worth it, and he wasn't going to finish his anyway. But that's when he sprung it on me...another museum. It was a 20 minute walk, and in temperatures hotter than Rome. I wonder Chris woke up and was like "It's only 100 degrees. Let's take the fat cow out, and walk him!" The museum was pretty boring except for one room. The room of ancient porn. Guys fucking girls, guys fucking guys, ceramic dicks, a  satyr fucking a goat, and some hyper penis mosaics. It was enough to get me hot, I suddenly started to swell again. You don't know embarrassment until your pants split in the middle of the porn section of a museum.

Here in Naples, there are many clothing stores, and more stuff that I would wear than I found in Rome, the only problem is that it's stuff I would have worn to show off my abs. I'd rather not let my gut hang out on display. Even though it's impossible to hide it. But I guess Chris had other ideas, because when we got to Sorrento, he bought me a speedo with the words "I <3 Italia" on the back. It sucks that they are the only things that seem to fit me at the moment.
 
For dinner, I had bread, pasta, soup, and fish. Everything was incredibly buttery, but so good.
Sometimes I wish the food here wasn't so delicious.

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.

Day 4
Starting weight: 309lbs
Ending Weight: 323lbs
I woke up this morning at 2:00am, because I was friggin' starving. And looking at the clock, I realize that normally that is when I would have dinner at home. Not only am I hungry when it's time to eat here, I'm also hungry when I'm used to normally eating, even though now it's at weird times of day.I snacked on a few bags of chips I had in my bag, and I had the best dream when I went back to sleep. I dreamed that I was the emperor of Rome. I was sitting on my throne watching the gladiators at the colosseum, and I was surrounded by women. One was massaging my shoulders and was playing with my nipples under my toga, then there was one that was sitting on my left knee feeding me grapes,bread,and wine as she kissed my neck. There were also two other girls, one between my legs, her face nuzzling  my inner right thigh while she groped at my sac and played with my shaft. The last one was sitting in front of me, she was giving me a foot massage and rubbing my calf muscles.
No wonder I had gained a few pounds when I woke up. For those of you who don't know, if I stay horny then I start to produce a lot of cum, and I start to fill up with that cum. First my sac inflates, but when it can't hold anymore, my cream starts to fill my belly, and then the rest of me including my dick. And unfortunately for me, I can't just paw myself off. I need someone else to milk me. So I need to be milked regularly.
But yeah, so when I woke up, my balls were much heavier. This is definitely going to be a problem for me. I still have 17 days lefts and no way of getting milked. So I had to run cold water on myself so that I would stop producing. I just have to keep myself cooled down and I can't get all worked up. 

We just got back from Vatican City, and a few things happened there. First off, the place is actually pretty cool. Did you know that in the painting of the Final Judgement there is actually a gay couple kissing in the background? There is also a statue of a hermaphrodite, and a small statue that suggests foot fetishism. This was also bad news for me. I thought the Vatican was supposed to be air conditioned, it wasn't. And the heat doesn't help a horny bull. Just looking at the statues got me going. I'm pretty sure that getting hard in the capital of the Catholic world is a sin, but that wasn't the worst part. I started to fill up with cum again. My balls kept growing until I thought they were going to pop, they broke the zipper on my new jeans. Just when I was sure that they were gonna explode, my stomach starts to bloat out. So there I am, surrounded by statues of men and women, some naked, some dressed in wet clothing so you can see every curve, and I'm hard and inflating. Thank god Chris saw that the buttons on my shirt were about to burst off, because he had an ice cold bottle of water and pressed it against my neck. That shiver down my spine was enough to cool me down. 
Then, when we left the Vatican and went to get something to eat, Chris and I shared a pizza, and I got myself a bowl of pasta. I finished my half of the pizza, and got through most of the pasta, but I had to stop, I was so full of cum, and breakfast (4 crepes, two plates of scrambled eggs, 5 slices of toast). Then the waiter came by and said, "Hey, this is Italy, and you finish your plate in Italy. I know you can big boy." Chris didn't help much either by siding with the waiter, so I had to eat it all, and then he brought some cannoli, which he also made me eat. 
We got a taxi after we had lunch, but the problem was that I couldn't fit. I'm too fat for the taxi now. It's not fun walking a few miles back to the hotel in 90 degree weather when you weigh over 300lbs. But I figured this would give me a chance to find a gym, and guess what. There are no gyms. Everybody walks so much that they don't need gyms.
We walked all the way back to the hotel, and Chris made an observation, there are 5 smells of Rome, smoke, food, exhaust, the musty air of the ruins, and I am apparently the fifth. I can't help it if I sweat. It's hot, and now I'm overweight *jiggles my belly*. According to Chris, when I'm sweaty and musky, I smell of hot leather and pizza grease. I told him that he's gonna have to get used to it, because I'm gonna have to workout in the hotel rooms for the rest of the trip. Oh, and here's the other surprise, I can't workout in the room, there isn't enough space, and I can't do it on the bed, because (since we're sharing a bed) Chris doesn't want me sweating all over the sheets.

So, dinner was good, it was extremely fattening. With each bite I could feel myself gaining weight. And I believe the reason I gain weight so easily, might be because of all the body morphing solutions I take whenever I have my fun. It must have changed by body composition so that I gain weight really easily. I have to find some way for me to work off this gut.

Day 3
Starting weight: 289
Ending weight: 304
I woke up this morning when my friend.....you know what? You might as well just know his name. My friend is Chris. I've known him since freshman year of high school, and this is his third trip to Europe. It's weird that I actually know him better than his first girlfriend who introduced us.
Anyways, I woke up when Chris turned on all the lights when he came back from his morning walk to see the Trevi fountain. I guess he wanted to see the fountain without the crowds. It's like a beach during the day, because the area is packed with people. During his walk, Chris said that he had an idea. He thinks that in order to get me adjusted to the time difference, and give me more energy during the day, I need to eat alot more than what I have during the past few days. 
I've decided to give this a try, because, if it works, that'll be great, but I'm also glad that he's giving me permission to pig out. Everywhere I go, I smell food, and it makes my mouth water. Now all this talking about food is making me starving. But there is still an hour to go before the buffet is open. I think I might have some brownies in my backpack.

Just had breakfast, Chris loaded up the plates for me, and made me eat everything. I had enough eggs for 5 people, 10 strips of bacon, 3 cups of yogurt, 4 danishes, 6 slices of toast, 4 bread rolls, 5 cups of fruit, and 3 bowls of cereal. I feel really full now, I even had to undo a couple loops on my belt.

After breakfast, Chris and I went to all the ruins. I don't get how he finds it interesting, but it's cute to watch him geek out over a pile of rocks. I am interested in new Rome, modern Rome, but he likes all the old ancient Rome.
I do have to say though, the Colosseum was pretty fucking awesome. I actually learned some things about it. Like that it wasn't just for gladiator fights, (even though that's the coolest part). I think I'd make an awesome gladiator, *flexes my biceps and pecs* nobody could beat me, haha.

I have to admit that I was expecting alot of bears in Italy, but most of them here are actually cats. The guys are cute and skinny, and I just want to grab them by the tail and take them to bed with me. I do like bears too, but there don't seem to be any. They must be in the other parts of Italy.

We got lunch after going to the Pantheon, and it was the best lunch I've had in a long time. First we got bread, and I was so hungry after all the walking that I ate it all, luckily Chris didn't mind. Then we got our appetizers, I ate mine, but Chris didn't finish his (so I finished it for him). Then we each got salad, and soup. Then a bowl of pasta, (again, I finished Chris'). And then we got our main course. I had the most amazing pizza, it was a plain pizza, but the quality of the ingredients was awesome! (if he can geek out about rocks, I can geek out about food). He got some fish dish in a red sauce, and I had to try it, but he didn't want the rest, so I ate it. When we finished lunch, Chris was surprised with how much I ate, so he wanted to see how much I could pack in. We found this little place that has giant bowls of gelato, so I got one filled with dark chocolate, and the thickest whipped cream I've ever had. Somehow I was able to eat it all (I probably had a ton on my face). After that, Chris decided to reward me with some cannoli. So we got 20, and I thought he was gonna have half, but he got them all for me. So now I'm relaxing in the room with Chris while I'm eating the cannoli. They're so friggin' good, you can't leave Rome without having one.
It's around 7:00 here, and we just had dinner. I had a large bowl of pasta with mussels and clams in a white sauce. I liked to dip my bread in the sauce, bread is the greatest invention of all time. I'm officially stuffed, I don't even know how much I've eaten today in grand total, but I had to undo the button on my pants and the bottom two buttons on my shirt. *pats my belly* I gotta find a gym, I can't just let this gut stay here. Chris has already made a few jokes since breakfast about how I look I've been getting more pregnant throughout the day with each meal. *rubs my stomach* He calls it my "food-baby".

Now that I'm laying down on the bed, I realize just how tired and sore I am. I blame the gut for the added weight I have to lug around. I want someone to give me a massage. A good back and foot rub would be nice right about now. I wish they had a China town here. There always seems to be a place where they'll massage your feet in China Town. Maybe I can get Chris to give me a back massage. He must know something about it, because he dated a masseuse. Whatever, I'll just try to sleep it off.

Day 2
Starting weight: 295
End weight:292
So, after I processed the food from yesterday, I didn't weigh as much as I thought, which is good, I gotta keep lean if I want to enter some bodybuilding competitions when I get back home.
Anyways, so I woke up this morning, and went downstairs for breakfast, I had a plate of bacon, eggs, some bread, more bread, some yogurt, cereal, some croissants, a couple of danishes, and fruit. I kinda wish they had pancakes or waffles, but I'll get my fill of waffles when I go to Belgium in a few days.
So after breakfast, I did some more walking around.
I found a church, the church of the capuchin monks. It's a bunch of rooms of religious art made by monks out of monks. All the rooms are decorated with parts of skeletons turned into artwork and altars.
After that I found the spanish steps, which I think lead to the Spanish Embassy. On those steps a guy (kinda sexy) he came up to me and tied this bracelet on my wrist for good luck and love. Of course he charged money for it, but he was cute so I gave him more than he asked. And since he was good looking, I couldn't help but flex for him when he admired how big I am. His face was priceless when he felt how hard my bicep is. Cute Italian guy, and this is only the second day. Wouldn't it be awesome if I could get in bed with someone in each city I'm going to on this trip? I've always been interested in foreign affairs. 
After that, my friend (who's taking me on this trip) decided he wanted to go to some monument thing, but I was really tired because of jet lag. So I went back to the hotel for a nap, but not before getting a quick bite to eat. I stopped in some little pizza shop, and I got myself a pizza. They didn't slice it though, so I rolled the whole thing up and ate it like a burrito. It made the guy laugh. So I got back to the hotel, finished the pizza, and took my nap.
Then at around 3:00, my friend comes in the room, wakes me up, and tells me he has a private tour planned. So we go on this tour, and it's a tour of the underground parts of Italy. I guess they never tore buildings down, they'd just build on top of it. From this I learned some things about Rome, it is the city of layers. My friend, being an art major, was really getting into the whole tour, and I was just happy to get out of the heat. I now see why the food has so many calories and carbs, it's because of all the walking and sweating. You burn it all off, which explains why I've lost weight today.
So we went out for dinner, and I got a giant basket of calamari. Afterwords, we went back to the Trevi fountain and got some gelato. 
Now I'm back at the room, and I'm just glad that I get to go back to sleep.

Day 1
Starting weight: 289 lbs
Ending weight: 298 lbs

It is my first day in Europe, we arrived around noon, and so far, all I've done is eaten. I've had three large cups of gelatto, a grilled duck, some potatoes, and deep fried rice balls with cheese in the center. And somehow I've gained weight, I was up to 298lbs by the end of the day. I've gained 9lbs in one day. I think maybe I'm gaining muscle from walking around all day. Makes sense, I've got a good pump going in my legs and thighs from walking around the block to see what I can. 
I found the fountain of Trevi, and there is an awesome gelatto shop there. They have so many flavors that they don't have in the states, so I had to try the nutella gelatto. Down the alley from the fountain is where I had an amazing duck in orange sauce with rosemary potatoes. I walked a little further and someone offered me the rice balls filled with cheese. 
About halfway on my walk I stopped for more gelatto, a large cup of coffee and creme flavored, luckily I was able to finish it by the time I got to the hotel, because at the hotel, each room gets a card for one free cup of gelatto. So I went down to the restaurant and had raspberry flavor gelatto. But in all honesty, I say that the nutella was the best.

I don't know what it is about the food here, but it tastes so much better than the food at home.

Way too bored, decided to do this quiz thing.

1. Hi! What's your real name and nickname?
Jaques Bull, but people just call me Jack.

2. Interesting...What's your current age?
20, gonna be 21 in a few months.

3. Uh huh. What's your favorite food?
Fried chicken

4. And your favorite drinks?
Mountain Dew

5. Confession time! Who's your crush/lover?
No point in getting tied down.

6. Aww! Have you two kissed yet?
whenever I'm paid, sure.

7. Classic question! What's your favorite color?
green

8. Who's your favorite author?
who reads?

9. Now what's your biggest fear?
being small

10. Who's your hero?
my best friend, Tobias.

11. OK, who is your worst enemy?
don't know, haven't been in the superhero buisness long enough to meet my villan. I hope he's hot though. I bet it's that Corry Foxx standing over there. the quiet one.

12. What would you do if your hero and your worst enemy got together?
That's already happened.

13. Interesting...What would you do if you met your creator?
I don't know. he's a freak. Wouldn't want to meet him.

14. Now, what do you want to be when you grow up?
I want to keep growing *flexes*

15. What's your worst nightmare?
Shrinking.

16. What's your lifelong dream?
to be the biggest thing alive.

17. What would you do if your lifelong dream came true?
Have people worship my body. *smirks*

18. OK, where's your favorite place to relax?
The gym.

19. Last question! What do you spend most of your time doing?
Sleeping, workingout, eating. Not much to me.