runningsoft
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[~BHM, male-male, stuffing, gay. Disclaimer: this story involves weight gain and male-male relationships. If it’s you thing, read on. If not, skip it. Happy reading. ]
Chapter 1 – Sebastian’s New Bike
It was a Friday evening and Sebastian was tired. His work week had been ridiculous and with two of his co-workers off; one sick and the other on their honeymoon, he had been stretched far thinner than even he had anticipated.
“Done and done,” said Sebastian to no one in particular as he closed up the manila folder and capped the pen closed. He slid the completed file into the ‘out’ folder and stood up, stifling a yawn.
Sebastian was a physiotherapist and a darn good one. He worked in a multidisciplinary region of the hospital somewhere in Manhattan. He made darn good money, but worked his butt off for it.
“Night Seb. Got any plans for tonight?”, came a voice from the desk opposite.
“Not sure yet. There’s a really good program on Netflix that everyone’s raving about. So tonight may be an in night for me. What about you, Becky?”
“Booooooring”, came the girl’s reply.
Sebastian stuck out his tongue and high-fived his co-worker as he headed out the room and down the hall to the elevator.
He scanned his iPhone for missed texts from family and friends, answering them as the elevator slowly made it’s way to the main lobby. Sebastian acknowledged a passing security guard with a nod and a smile as he pushed his way through several hallways until he reached the back area that contained staff lockers and a bike lock up area for those who commuted to work.
Sebastian went through the usual motions of changing out of scrubs into street clothes and unlocked his bike and began the arduous trek back to his apartment. His newly acquired bike had been a replacement for the one which had been stolen a few weeks back (poorly chained up) while he was out with friends.
Sebastian was in his middle twenties. He was 5’ 9’’ with a Caucasian complexion and sandy brown hair. In his youth he had been a soccer player and a track athlete. But ever since he had gone to college and entered physiotherapy school exercise had taken a necessary back seat.
He was by no means fat, but you would definitely say that Sebastian was ‘chubby’. Always one with a healthy appetite, he kept his weight mainly in check by occasionally going to the gym to hit the weights. But after graduating PT school 18 months ago, he found his knack of going out to eat and drink in the evenings with co-workers had ballooned his weight from a svelte 165 lbs to a cushiony 180 lbs. The decision to buy the bike in order to shave off those pesky additional pounds had been a welcome one and he was hovering around 172lbs give or take a few.
Sebastian entered his well-furnished apartment and leant his bike against the hallway wall as he flicked on the lights.
“Honey, I’m home.” He said aloud and went to the fridge. The empty apartment sneered at him as he rooted around this or that Tupperware container.
Frustrated by not finding anything to satisfy his appetite, this evening, a craving for Indian food, he fished his phone from inside his hoodie and made a call.
“Tandoor Delight, this Parbu how may I help you?”
“Hey Par—Seb. Can I get the usual?”
A laugh from the other end of the line made Seb smile warmly.
“Ah, Mr. Seb. Yes, yes. Pick up or delivery?”
An hollow growl escaped his stomach and he reached down and rubbed it to silence the beast, “Let’s go with delivery tonight.”
“Very good, be ready in 30 minutes.”
“Thanks Par – it’s worth the wait.”
Seb rang off and flopped down on the couch and flicked through channel after channel. He landed on a sitcom featuring a plump husband and his skinny wife.
“I wonder why the guy is always allowed to be fat but the woman is always supposed to be so damn skinny. Double standards.” He found himself thinking.
The doorbell rang in what only seemed to Seb like a few minutes (it had been 45) as he got up off the couch and went to the door. With the transaction completed and his apartment smelling of amazing spices, Seb opened the package and laid out dinner for two, for one on the kitchen table. Seb looked over at this bike then back to the food and absentmindedly ran a hand down his slightly protuberant stomach. He did work really hard today and took the steep route to and from work.
He fixed himself the first of several helpings and smiled. After all, he earned it, right?
Seb's Spare Tire
By Runningsoft
By Runningsoft
Chapter 1 – Sebastian’s New Bike
It was a Friday evening and Sebastian was tired. His work week had been ridiculous and with two of his co-workers off; one sick and the other on their honeymoon, he had been stretched far thinner than even he had anticipated.
“Done and done,” said Sebastian to no one in particular as he closed up the manila folder and capped the pen closed. He slid the completed file into the ‘out’ folder and stood up, stifling a yawn.
Sebastian was a physiotherapist and a darn good one. He worked in a multidisciplinary region of the hospital somewhere in Manhattan. He made darn good money, but worked his butt off for it.
“Night Seb. Got any plans for tonight?”, came a voice from the desk opposite.
“Not sure yet. There’s a really good program on Netflix that everyone’s raving about. So tonight may be an in night for me. What about you, Becky?”
“Booooooring”, came the girl’s reply.
Sebastian stuck out his tongue and high-fived his co-worker as he headed out the room and down the hall to the elevator.
He scanned his iPhone for missed texts from family and friends, answering them as the elevator slowly made it’s way to the main lobby. Sebastian acknowledged a passing security guard with a nod and a smile as he pushed his way through several hallways until he reached the back area that contained staff lockers and a bike lock up area for those who commuted to work.
Sebastian went through the usual motions of changing out of scrubs into street clothes and unlocked his bike and began the arduous trek back to his apartment. His newly acquired bike had been a replacement for the one which had been stolen a few weeks back (poorly chained up) while he was out with friends.
Sebastian was in his middle twenties. He was 5’ 9’’ with a Caucasian complexion and sandy brown hair. In his youth he had been a soccer player and a track athlete. But ever since he had gone to college and entered physiotherapy school exercise had taken a necessary back seat.
He was by no means fat, but you would definitely say that Sebastian was ‘chubby’. Always one with a healthy appetite, he kept his weight mainly in check by occasionally going to the gym to hit the weights. But after graduating PT school 18 months ago, he found his knack of going out to eat and drink in the evenings with co-workers had ballooned his weight from a svelte 165 lbs to a cushiony 180 lbs. The decision to buy the bike in order to shave off those pesky additional pounds had been a welcome one and he was hovering around 172lbs give or take a few.
Sebastian entered his well-furnished apartment and leant his bike against the hallway wall as he flicked on the lights.
“Honey, I’m home.” He said aloud and went to the fridge. The empty apartment sneered at him as he rooted around this or that Tupperware container.
Frustrated by not finding anything to satisfy his appetite, this evening, a craving for Indian food, he fished his phone from inside his hoodie and made a call.
“Tandoor Delight, this Parbu how may I help you?”
“Hey Par—Seb. Can I get the usual?”
A laugh from the other end of the line made Seb smile warmly.
“Ah, Mr. Seb. Yes, yes. Pick up or delivery?”
An hollow growl escaped his stomach and he reached down and rubbed it to silence the beast, “Let’s go with delivery tonight.”
“Very good, be ready in 30 minutes.”
“Thanks Par – it’s worth the wait.”
Seb rang off and flopped down on the couch and flicked through channel after channel. He landed on a sitcom featuring a plump husband and his skinny wife.
“I wonder why the guy is always allowed to be fat but the woman is always supposed to be so damn skinny. Double standards.” He found himself thinking.
The doorbell rang in what only seemed to Seb like a few minutes (it had been 45) as he got up off the couch and went to the door. With the transaction completed and his apartment smelling of amazing spices, Seb opened the package and laid out dinner for two, for one on the kitchen table. Seb looked over at this bike then back to the food and absentmindedly ran a hand down his slightly protuberant stomach. He did work really hard today and took the steep route to and from work.
He fixed himself the first of several helpings and smiled. After all, he earned it, right?
