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This is a story I wrote as favor for a good friend, with his own character.
My name is Swagger. I'm an Alaskan malamute who lives in Atlanta. I’m five foot seven inches in height and one hundred eighty pounds in weight. I am a student at the University of Georgia. Football is my life, so I play running back for the football team there. My fellow teammates praise me for my agility. When I have the football, I can run like mad. If I don’t get tackled by one of those big, strong, defensive linemen, I can easily make it to the end zone. But in practice, they tackle me almost every time, but I’m not complaining though.
It’s time for practice now. I report to the field. The other players, of different animal backgrounds, gather around the tiger coach. The coach stands with a six foot three, two hundred thirty pound, and muscular bear.
Our coach introduces, “I want you all to meet Buck. He just transferred here and he’s going to be our new quarterback.”
“He’s gonna be what?” yells Randy, a weasel and the current quarterback.
“Our new quarterback,” the coach repeats. He tosses the football he has to Buck and says, “Watch this.”
Buck catches the football and then looks at all of us players. His eyes stop when he looks at me. He says, “You. Go long.”
I nod. I start to run downfield. When I get to midfield, Buck throws the ball into the air. I can actually hear it flying toward me. I raise my hand and say, “I got it. I got it. I got it.”
The football flies over my head and falls to the ground many yards in front of me.
Although, I miss the pass, the other teammates don’t really care. They gather around Buck to welcome him to the team. They don’t notice that I come back and join them. The coach breaks the welcoming up and tells us to get to practicing. So we start practicing. Buck and I work on various run plays to get familiar with each other’s playing styles. He hands off the football to me repeatedly. I run repeatedly. I’m tackled repeatedly. We did that repeatedly for half of the practice. Not once did I get to the end zone. Man, I love our defense. We switch to pass plays and our new quarterback gets to show off his throwing abilities. Buck makes it so that each of our wide receivers makes three touchdowns. I’m in awe.
After practice, a few teammates and I get together at a local diner. As we eat, we discuss our practice.
“So what do you think of the new guy?” asks Randy, the former quarterback.
“I like him,” I tell them.
“I hate his name,” says Flash, a wide receiver who’s also a deer.
“Is that it?” Randy asks.
Flash replies, “I do like his throwing style though. No offense Randy, but he seems to be a better quarterback than you.”
“Is that right?” Randy responds, “Well I hear that Buck is gay.”
“He is?” I wonder.
“That’s what I hear,” Randy tells me, “What’s it to you? Oh yeah, I forgot you’re gay.”
“Got a problem with that?” I ask him in a threatening tone.
“Not at all Swagger,” he quickly answers, “Why don't you go at him?”
“Maybe I will,” I say.
After we all part for the day, I walk to my off-campus apartment. I see Buck walking ahead of me. I walk faster to catch him. He stops because he hears my footsteps. I catch up to him.
”Hey,” I greet.
“Hi,” Buck responds. He turns around and looks down to me.
“Where are you going?” I ask. I try to lure him into conversation with small talk.
He doesn’t take the bait. Buck tells me, “I’m minding my own business, but if you must know, I’m meeting a guy from my classes.”
“So it’s true,” I reply, “You are gay.”
“I am,” Buck confirms. He turns back the other way and says, “I gotta go.”
“I’m gay too,” I suddenly say.
Buck stops, turns to me, and wonders, “You are?”
I step toward him and answer, “Yes. I was wondering if you and I could go out.”
“Sorry,” he tells me, “I only go out with much bigger guys.” He continues to walk away from me.
I just stand there. He’s so arrogant. I look down at my body. I notice my slender, semi-muscular body. I don’t think I’m that small. His words get to me. Next thing I realize, I’m in the dining hall getting two cheeseburger combos. Although I had a filling lunch, I had to eat more. I ferociously chow down on the food. After two minutes, my belly grows with every bite. I finish the first combo with ease, but I don’t feel up to the second one. Buck’s words echo in my mind, “I only go out with much bigger guys.” I know I’m not big enough, so I force myself to devour every last morsel of that combo. After I finish it, I rub my full belly. People walk by me and stare. I find myself not caring.
Every meal following that is pretty much the same. I eat until I’m uber stuffed. I eat so much, I cannot stand right away. I sit and caress my growing gut. In no time, my stomach quintuples in size. It’s so big, round, and squishy. After a while, I see that my stomach not only gets bigger. My arms get fatter too. They look and are so huge now. My new flab grows atop their muscular form so I look strong. My legs get so big that I can hardly get them into my pants for practice.
Speaking of practice, I can no longer be tackled so easily. It takes three guys now to force me to the ground. I’m now as big as the defensive players. After practice, I’m really hungry. My hunger has too gotten larger. I eat a tremendous amount of food. As I eat, I see that I’m now a spectacle. I notice female students smiling and talking to each other. I think I heard one of them say, “I wish he wasn’t gay.”
Weeks become months and my appetite and body grow out of control. I can’t be any happier. My arms and legs are gigantic, so are my moobs and belly. My face is so chubby that I can’t see when I smile. I smile often because it seems the heavier I get, the more popular I get. I get so popular, both men and women want to buy me snacks. I happily eat them. My teammates begin to enjoy getting me food and stuffing me. However, I notice that I’m a little too flabby. They encourage me to weight train as I eat humungous amounts of food. It makes them happy; therefore, I’m happy, until the inevitable happens.
I report to practice one afternoon. By this day, I weigh over four hundred pounds. Some is muscle, but most is fat. I’m yet to get a new uniform, so my fat extends from beneath my shirt and fully packs into my pants. My coach notes that I’m a little out of breath when I stand next to him.
“Sorry I’m late,” I apologize.
“Were you too busy eating again?” the tiger asks me.
“No. See what had happened was …” I start.
He stops me, “I don’t care for excuses. Now for being late, give me five laps around the field.”
“The whole field?” I complain.
He growls. It leads to him yelling, “GET!”
I start running. The other players start to laugh because I run a hell of a lot slower than usual. I only get to a quarter-lap before I’m too tired to continue. My coach has seen enough. He calls me back to him.
“That was pathetic,” he yells, “At first, I thought your weight gain was amusing, but now it’s just tragic. How can you be the running back, and you can’t run?”
“You know what. I was just thinking that,” I tell him.
“Were you now? So Swagger, you know you have to lose that weight. Until then, you’re suspended from the team.”
I say, “I have a better idea. I quit the team. I like my fat and I won’t lose it.” I go to leave the field. I discard my pads as I walk.
He yells behind me “But you have a football scholarship.”
I should’ve taken him more seriously, because the next day, the dean of admissions calls me to her office. She’s surprised at how much wonderfully wicked weight I gained. She tells me that I must play football or risk expulsion. I tell her to expel me because I’m not losing weight. I’m now happier than football ever made me. She does and later that day, I pack my belongings and the clothes I’ve outgrown. I repeatedly carry my boxes to my car. I proceed to leave the dormitory, carrying my last box, when Buck approaches me.
“You’re looking kind of good there,” he says to me.
“Thank you,” I say as I continue to my car.
“I heard about what happened,” Buck tells me, “If I can help in any way, just let me know.”
“No thanks,” I decline, “It’s your fault I gained so much weight.”
“Now wait a minute,” Buck tells me, “Did I force you at gunpoint to eat all that food?”
I’m not paying attention to what he says. My focus is on another fat guy I see. I’m pleased at the fact that he’s an Alaskan malamute like I am, the only other one I’ve ever seen besides my parents. I face Buck and say, “I gotta go.” I put the box into my trunk then go to see who this guy is. I walk up behind him, tap him on the shoulder and say, “Hello.”
He turns around and says, “Sorry but I’m not a girl. I just have big moobs.”
“I know,” I reply, “And they’re nice. I never saw you on campus before. What’s your name?”
“I’m Ace,” he tells me.
“I’m Swagger,” I introduce, “So why are you here, Ace?”
He shows me a box and says, “I need to drop the off at my sister’s dorm.”
I wonder, “So what are you doing afterward?”
Ace steps back and asks, “Are you trying to ask me out?”
“Yes I am,” I boldly state.
He moves closer, “How about we have dinner at my place?”
After Ace drops off the package, I walk Ace to his car then go to my own car and follow him. Ace drives across town. I stop behind the other dog’s car and park my car outside a Downtown Atlanta condominium high rise. We exit our respective cars and go into the building. Ace leads me to his place.
“So what’s for dinner?” I ask I rub my belly.
Ace holds up two menus from take-out restaurants and asks, “Chinese or Italian?”
“Yes,” I simply reply.
He laughs and proceeds to call and order a lot of food from both of the places. We sit in his living room and talk until the food arrives. Both deliverymen arrive at the same time. Ace pays for the food and we carry it to the dinette table. Ace’s stomach loudly growls. Mine growls too, but not as loud. We both laugh. We take the food from the bags and go into the living. Ace sits next to me on the couch. He stares at me when I mixed the spaghetti with the LoMein. He takes his eyes off of me and ferociously eats the lasagna he ordered. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch his belly get bigger. I shove more noodles into my mouth. I can feel my belly get larger as well. When I’m almost done, I feel myself getting full. I rub my stomach. Surprisingly, Ace rubs my belly simultaneously with his. He then goes back to eating and finishes his lasagna. He expels a large belch. I laugh, but recoil from my full belly pain.
“Are you done already?” He asks me.
I shamefully nod.
“Oh no, you made me order all of this. You’re gonna eat it,” Ace tells me.
“I can’t,” I struggle to say.
“You can,” he insists. Ace waves an egg roll in front of my face.
I’m too full. I just shake my head.
Ace manages to stuff the egg roll into my mouth. “Now you gotta eat it,” he says with a laugh.
I slowly chew the egg roll.
“Swallow it,” he demands.
I do. I feel it squeeze into my full belly.
“Look what I found,” Ace says as he holds up a two liter of soda. He continues, “All for you.”
I manage to get to my feet and say, “No more.”
He uses his big belly to bump me back onto the couch. Ace replies, “I said all for you.”
He opens the bottle and shoves it into my mouth. As the soda bottle drains, I have
no choice but to drink. I feel my belly grow more while more of the fruit punch soda goes down my esophagus and into my full tummy. I’m surprised when the bottle empties and I don’t burst.
Ace sits beside me. He rubs my belly and says, “Finally, I have a guy who’s fatter than me.” He shows a big grin.
I simply belch loudly.
He laughs and continues to rub my belly. Ace suddenly kisses me. My only reaction was to kiss him back. We make out. Things are starting to get sexual and they do. The next morning, I wake in his bed beside him. He wakes too. I get up.
“Where are you going?” Ace asks me.
“I’m going to go move all of my stuff back into my parents’ house,” I tell him, “I will call you later.”
"Wait. You’re going to move back with your folks?” Ace wonders, “No I can’t allow that. You’ll stay here until you get yourself on your feet again.”
“Really?” I ask.
Ace nods.
I am so happy. I hug him.
From that day on, my life gets better. I live with Ace in his condominium. I never return to school. Instead, I use the credits I earned to go to a technical school. I work and study hard to become a computer technician. All day, I can sit around and fix computers. As for Ace, he goes to school to become a police officer. He brings me donuts every day. At night, we have fun by taking turns being the feeder and stuffing out partner. We’re now married because gay marriage is now legal in the whole country. Everything is now good in my life.
My name is Swagger. I'm an Alaskan malamute who lives in Atlanta. I’m five foot seven inches in height and one hundred eighty pounds in weight. I am a student at the University of Georgia. Football is my life, so I play running back for the football team there. My fellow teammates praise me for my agility. When I have the football, I can run like mad. If I don’t get tackled by one of those big, strong, defensive linemen, I can easily make it to the end zone. But in practice, they tackle me almost every time, but I’m not complaining though.
It’s time for practice now. I report to the field. The other players, of different animal backgrounds, gather around the tiger coach. The coach stands with a six foot three, two hundred thirty pound, and muscular bear.
Our coach introduces, “I want you all to meet Buck. He just transferred here and he’s going to be our new quarterback.”
“He’s gonna be what?” yells Randy, a weasel and the current quarterback.
“Our new quarterback,” the coach repeats. He tosses the football he has to Buck and says, “Watch this.”
Buck catches the football and then looks at all of us players. His eyes stop when he looks at me. He says, “You. Go long.”
I nod. I start to run downfield. When I get to midfield, Buck throws the ball into the air. I can actually hear it flying toward me. I raise my hand and say, “I got it. I got it. I got it.”
The football flies over my head and falls to the ground many yards in front of me.
Although, I miss the pass, the other teammates don’t really care. They gather around Buck to welcome him to the team. They don’t notice that I come back and join them. The coach breaks the welcoming up and tells us to get to practicing. So we start practicing. Buck and I work on various run plays to get familiar with each other’s playing styles. He hands off the football to me repeatedly. I run repeatedly. I’m tackled repeatedly. We did that repeatedly for half of the practice. Not once did I get to the end zone. Man, I love our defense. We switch to pass plays and our new quarterback gets to show off his throwing abilities. Buck makes it so that each of our wide receivers makes three touchdowns. I’m in awe.
After practice, a few teammates and I get together at a local diner. As we eat, we discuss our practice.
“So what do you think of the new guy?” asks Randy, the former quarterback.
“I like him,” I tell them.
“I hate his name,” says Flash, a wide receiver who’s also a deer.
“Is that it?” Randy asks.
Flash replies, “I do like his throwing style though. No offense Randy, but he seems to be a better quarterback than you.”
“Is that right?” Randy responds, “Well I hear that Buck is gay.”
“He is?” I wonder.
“That’s what I hear,” Randy tells me, “What’s it to you? Oh yeah, I forgot you’re gay.”
“Got a problem with that?” I ask him in a threatening tone.
“Not at all Swagger,” he quickly answers, “Why don't you go at him?”
“Maybe I will,” I say.
After we all part for the day, I walk to my off-campus apartment. I see Buck walking ahead of me. I walk faster to catch him. He stops because he hears my footsteps. I catch up to him.
”Hey,” I greet.
“Hi,” Buck responds. He turns around and looks down to me.
“Where are you going?” I ask. I try to lure him into conversation with small talk.
He doesn’t take the bait. Buck tells me, “I’m minding my own business, but if you must know, I’m meeting a guy from my classes.”
“So it’s true,” I reply, “You are gay.”
“I am,” Buck confirms. He turns back the other way and says, “I gotta go.”
“I’m gay too,” I suddenly say.
Buck stops, turns to me, and wonders, “You are?”
I step toward him and answer, “Yes. I was wondering if you and I could go out.”
“Sorry,” he tells me, “I only go out with much bigger guys.” He continues to walk away from me.
I just stand there. He’s so arrogant. I look down at my body. I notice my slender, semi-muscular body. I don’t think I’m that small. His words get to me. Next thing I realize, I’m in the dining hall getting two cheeseburger combos. Although I had a filling lunch, I had to eat more. I ferociously chow down on the food. After two minutes, my belly grows with every bite. I finish the first combo with ease, but I don’t feel up to the second one. Buck’s words echo in my mind, “I only go out with much bigger guys.” I know I’m not big enough, so I force myself to devour every last morsel of that combo. After I finish it, I rub my full belly. People walk by me and stare. I find myself not caring.
Every meal following that is pretty much the same. I eat until I’m uber stuffed. I eat so much, I cannot stand right away. I sit and caress my growing gut. In no time, my stomach quintuples in size. It’s so big, round, and squishy. After a while, I see that my stomach not only gets bigger. My arms get fatter too. They look and are so huge now. My new flab grows atop their muscular form so I look strong. My legs get so big that I can hardly get them into my pants for practice.
Speaking of practice, I can no longer be tackled so easily. It takes three guys now to force me to the ground. I’m now as big as the defensive players. After practice, I’m really hungry. My hunger has too gotten larger. I eat a tremendous amount of food. As I eat, I see that I’m now a spectacle. I notice female students smiling and talking to each other. I think I heard one of them say, “I wish he wasn’t gay.”
Weeks become months and my appetite and body grow out of control. I can’t be any happier. My arms and legs are gigantic, so are my moobs and belly. My face is so chubby that I can’t see when I smile. I smile often because it seems the heavier I get, the more popular I get. I get so popular, both men and women want to buy me snacks. I happily eat them. My teammates begin to enjoy getting me food and stuffing me. However, I notice that I’m a little too flabby. They encourage me to weight train as I eat humungous amounts of food. It makes them happy; therefore, I’m happy, until the inevitable happens.
I report to practice one afternoon. By this day, I weigh over four hundred pounds. Some is muscle, but most is fat. I’m yet to get a new uniform, so my fat extends from beneath my shirt and fully packs into my pants. My coach notes that I’m a little out of breath when I stand next to him.
“Sorry I’m late,” I apologize.
“Were you too busy eating again?” the tiger asks me.
“No. See what had happened was …” I start.
He stops me, “I don’t care for excuses. Now for being late, give me five laps around the field.”
“The whole field?” I complain.
He growls. It leads to him yelling, “GET!”
I start running. The other players start to laugh because I run a hell of a lot slower than usual. I only get to a quarter-lap before I’m too tired to continue. My coach has seen enough. He calls me back to him.
“That was pathetic,” he yells, “At first, I thought your weight gain was amusing, but now it’s just tragic. How can you be the running back, and you can’t run?”
“You know what. I was just thinking that,” I tell him.
“Were you now? So Swagger, you know you have to lose that weight. Until then, you’re suspended from the team.”
I say, “I have a better idea. I quit the team. I like my fat and I won’t lose it.” I go to leave the field. I discard my pads as I walk.
He yells behind me “But you have a football scholarship.”
I should’ve taken him more seriously, because the next day, the dean of admissions calls me to her office. She’s surprised at how much wonderfully wicked weight I gained. She tells me that I must play football or risk expulsion. I tell her to expel me because I’m not losing weight. I’m now happier than football ever made me. She does and later that day, I pack my belongings and the clothes I’ve outgrown. I repeatedly carry my boxes to my car. I proceed to leave the dormitory, carrying my last box, when Buck approaches me.
“You’re looking kind of good there,” he says to me.
“Thank you,” I say as I continue to my car.
“I heard about what happened,” Buck tells me, “If I can help in any way, just let me know.”
“No thanks,” I decline, “It’s your fault I gained so much weight.”
“Now wait a minute,” Buck tells me, “Did I force you at gunpoint to eat all that food?”
I’m not paying attention to what he says. My focus is on another fat guy I see. I’m pleased at the fact that he’s an Alaskan malamute like I am, the only other one I’ve ever seen besides my parents. I face Buck and say, “I gotta go.” I put the box into my trunk then go to see who this guy is. I walk up behind him, tap him on the shoulder and say, “Hello.”
He turns around and says, “Sorry but I’m not a girl. I just have big moobs.”
“I know,” I reply, “And they’re nice. I never saw you on campus before. What’s your name?”
“I’m Ace,” he tells me.
“I’m Swagger,” I introduce, “So why are you here, Ace?”
He shows me a box and says, “I need to drop the off at my sister’s dorm.”
I wonder, “So what are you doing afterward?”
Ace steps back and asks, “Are you trying to ask me out?”
“Yes I am,” I boldly state.
He moves closer, “How about we have dinner at my place?”
After Ace drops off the package, I walk Ace to his car then go to my own car and follow him. Ace drives across town. I stop behind the other dog’s car and park my car outside a Downtown Atlanta condominium high rise. We exit our respective cars and go into the building. Ace leads me to his place.
“So what’s for dinner?” I ask I rub my belly.
Ace holds up two menus from take-out restaurants and asks, “Chinese or Italian?”
“Yes,” I simply reply.
He laughs and proceeds to call and order a lot of food from both of the places. We sit in his living room and talk until the food arrives. Both deliverymen arrive at the same time. Ace pays for the food and we carry it to the dinette table. Ace’s stomach loudly growls. Mine growls too, but not as loud. We both laugh. We take the food from the bags and go into the living. Ace sits next to me on the couch. He stares at me when I mixed the spaghetti with the LoMein. He takes his eyes off of me and ferociously eats the lasagna he ordered. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch his belly get bigger. I shove more noodles into my mouth. I can feel my belly get larger as well. When I’m almost done, I feel myself getting full. I rub my stomach. Surprisingly, Ace rubs my belly simultaneously with his. He then goes back to eating and finishes his lasagna. He expels a large belch. I laugh, but recoil from my full belly pain.
“Are you done already?” He asks me.
I shamefully nod.
“Oh no, you made me order all of this. You’re gonna eat it,” Ace tells me.
“I can’t,” I struggle to say.
“You can,” he insists. Ace waves an egg roll in front of my face.
I’m too full. I just shake my head.
Ace manages to stuff the egg roll into my mouth. “Now you gotta eat it,” he says with a laugh.
I slowly chew the egg roll.
“Swallow it,” he demands.
I do. I feel it squeeze into my full belly.
“Look what I found,” Ace says as he holds up a two liter of soda. He continues, “All for you.”
I manage to get to my feet and say, “No more.”
He uses his big belly to bump me back onto the couch. Ace replies, “I said all for you.”
He opens the bottle and shoves it into my mouth. As the soda bottle drains, I have
no choice but to drink. I feel my belly grow more while more of the fruit punch soda goes down my esophagus and into my full tummy. I’m surprised when the bottle empties and I don’t burst.
Ace sits beside me. He rubs my belly and says, “Finally, I have a guy who’s fatter than me.” He shows a big grin.
I simply belch loudly.
He laughs and continues to rub my belly. Ace suddenly kisses me. My only reaction was to kiss him back. We make out. Things are starting to get sexual and they do. The next morning, I wake in his bed beside him. He wakes too. I get up.
“Where are you going?” Ace asks me.
“I’m going to go move all of my stuff back into my parents’ house,” I tell him, “I will call you later.”
"Wait. You’re going to move back with your folks?” Ace wonders, “No I can’t allow that. You’ll stay here until you get yourself on your feet again.”
“Really?” I ask.
Ace nods.
I am so happy. I hug him.
From that day on, my life gets better. I live with Ace in his condominium. I never return to school. Instead, I use the credits I earned to go to a technical school. I work and study hard to become a computer technician. All day, I can sit around and fix computers. As for Ace, he goes to school to become a police officer. He brings me donuts every day. At night, we have fun by taking turns being the feeder and stuffing out partner. We’re now married because gay marriage is now legal in the whole country. Everything is now good in my life.
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