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Adam's weight gain

Nate's glasses

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Max's weight gain

Jackson's secret

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Nate's glasses part I

In my little slice of heaven, an apartment decked out with the latest tech and a collection of history books that could rival a small library, I’m more than just Nate. Here, I’m a digital warrior, a historian, and a king in my own right. But even kings have their curiosities, and mine revolve around a daily mystery at the office.

Take Kevin and Luke, for instance. Every day, they show up in those oversized hoodies, like a uniform. It’s got me thinking – are they hiding a love for late-night snacks and lazy Sundays, just like me? But who am I to talk? I'm not exactly the model of fitness here, though I'd like to think I carry my 'extra comfort' well. Well, that's what I tell myself, anyway.

One day, I muster the courage to poke around a bit. I sidle up to Kevin's desk, leaning against it with my best attempt at casual. "Hey, Kevin," I start, "you ever dive into cooking? I'm thinking of trying some new recipes, you know, to mix things up. Maybe something healthy but tasty?"

Kevin looks up, a little surprised. "Cooking? Can't say I do, Nate. My culinary skills stop at microwaving popcorn. But hey, if you find something good, let me know. I could do with a change from takeout."

As I walk away, I can't help but wonder if I'm just seeing what I want to see. 'Maybe he's just not into cooking,' I think to myself. 'Doesn't mean anything more than that, right?'

Next on my detective trail is Luke. I find him by the printers, stacking papers. "Hey, Luke," I say, a bit too enthusiastically. "You into any sports? I'm thinking of getting more active, you know, trying to live that healthy lifestyle."

Luke gives me a curious look. "Sports? Not really my thing, Nate. I'm more of a book and coffee kind of guy. But good for you, man. It's important to stay healthy."

His response leaves me none the wiser about the hoodie mystery. 'Maybe they're just comfortable wearing them,' I ponder, feeling a bit silly for my overthinking.

Back in my apartment, my gaming haven, I dive into my online adventures. But as I play, I can't help but reflect on my own choices. 'Am I projecting my insecurities onto Kevin and Luke?' I wonder, my character pausing mid-battle. 'Maybe I'm the one who's uncomfortable with what's under the hoodie.'

The night moves on, filled with virtual victories and defeats. As I shut down my computer, the enigma of Kevin and Luke's choice of attire still plays on my mind. It's a harmless curiosity, but it also mirrors my own uncertainties. 'Who am I beneath my own hoodie?' I ask myself, half-jokingly.

As the sun rises on another day, I find myself staring at my reflection in the mirror. There I am, 22 years old, and well, let's just say I'm carrying a bit more than the average guy. About 95 kilos of 'a bit more,' to be precise. I tug on my baggiest hoodie, the one I convinced myself hid my pudge. But let's face it, the shape of my belly is becoming a more prominent part of my silhouette, no matter how much I try to suck it in. 'Maybe it's time for a new wardrobe,' I think, but quickly shove that thought to the back of my mind.

My curiosity about Kevin and Luke hasn't waned. If anything, it's grown. Could they be 'skinny fat'? You know, the type who looks thin but isn’t exactly in shape? As I get ready for work, I devise a new plan to uncover more clues. 'Today, Nate, you'll be a master of subtlety,' I tell myself, practicing a nonchalant expression in the mirror. 'Just two colleagues, chatting about regular stuff.'

At the office, I bide my time until the perfect moment. During lunch, I see Kevin in the break room, opting for a salad over the usual sandwich. 'Interesting choice,' I note to myself. Casually, I approach him. "Hey, Kevin, going for the healthy option today? Trying to stay in shape, huh?"

Kevin looks up, a forkful of lettuce poised mid-air. "Oh, hey, Nate. Yeah, just trying to mix things up a bit. You know how it is."

I nod, a little too eagerly. "Yeah, totally. I've been thinking of doing the same. Maybe we could hit the gym together sometime?" I ask, my heart racing a bit at my boldness.

Kevin chuckles, shaking his head. "Nate, I wouldn't last five minutes in a gym. This salad is about as athletic as I get."

'So, he's not a gym buff,' I conclude, but that doesn’t really clear up my original question.

Next, I spot Luke by the water cooler, his hoodie as ever-present as his quiet demeanor. I stride over, determined but casual. "Hey, Luke, you ever do home workouts? I read somewhere that they're pretty effective."

Luke takes a sip of water, then turns to me. "Home workouts? Nah, not really my thing. I prefer a good walk, maybe a light jog now and then. Why, you looking for tips?"

"Just curious," I reply, my mind racing. 'A light jogger, huh? That could mean anything.'

As the day winds down, I'm no closer to solving the hoodie mystery than I was before. But it's got me thinking about my own situation. Maybe I've been in denial about my own physique. Sure, I can try to suck in my belly, but who am I fooling? As I pack up my things, I catch a glimpse of myself in the glass door. 'Still bulky, Nate,' I admit silently.

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Adam's story part IV

The morning after their bar outing, Adam, still amused by last night's revelations, decided to send Mike a picture of his tight-fitting clothes, the fabric straining against his newfound curves. The text was playful, a continuation of their light-hearted banter from the night before.

Mike responded in kind, sending back a photo of himself in equally snug attire. The outline of his strained corset was just visible beneath his shirt, a silent testament to his own steady weight gain. The image was accompanied by a humorous caption about the perils of 'expanding investments.'

Their texts flew back and forth, each jest more playful than the last, until they had to focus on their respective days.

Adam found himself chuckling throughout the morning, but something about Mike's photo lingered in his mind. It wasn't just amusing; it was... intriguing.

Meanwhile, Mike, dressed in a suit for his job as a finance advisor, faced his own clothing challenges. Recently, he had made the mistake of sucking in his belly during a fitting. The result was a set of suits that were a ticking time bomb of popped buttons, especially without the aid of his trusty corset.

Later that day, Adam received a text from Mike, detailing the latest misadventure with his 'pressure-sealed' suit. Adam couldn't help but imagine the scenario, and to his surprise, he found the mental image rather appealing. Was he actually attracted to Mike's burgeoning belly?

This new realization was confusing yet undeniable. Adam had always seen Mike as a friend, a buddy to joke with and lean on during tough times. But now, there was an unexpected warmth accompanying his thoughts about Mike, a warmth that extended beyond the camaraderie of friendship.

As he pondered these feelings, Adam realized that attraction was a complex and unpredictable beast. Maybe his view of Mike was changing, morphing into something deeper, something more intimate. The idea was both daunting and exciting.

He decided to keep these thoughts to himself for now, not sure how to navigate this new terrain in their friendship. But one thing was certain: his relationship with Mike had taken an unexpected turn, opening the door to possibilities Adam had never considered before.

For now, he would continue the banter and the shared struggles with weight and wardrobe malfunctions. But in the back of his mind, Adam knew there was something more, a budding interest in exploring this new aspect of their relationship, wherever it might lead.

Adam surveyed his apartment with a critical eye. Fast food wrappers and delivery bags from Uber Eats and DoorDash littered the space. He was having Mike over for the first time in ages, and the state of his place reflected his recent lifestyle. But today, it needed to change.

Frantically, he began stuffing takeaway containers into the trash and running the vacuum across the floor. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do.

The doorbell rang, and Adam's heart skipped a beat. Opening the door, he greeted Mike with a nervous chuckle. "Hey, welcome to the chaos I call home."

Mike stepped in, looking around with a smile. "Chaos? More like controlled disorder. I like it."

They settled into the living room, the conversation easy and filled with their usual banter. Amidst the laughter, Adam's phone slipped from his hands, clattering to the floor. As he bent over to pick it up, a loud crack echoed through the room.

"Oh no," Adam groaned, standing up with a hand clutching the back of his pants.

Mike burst into laughter. "Dude, did your pants just surrender to the pressure?"

Adam, red-faced but laughing, shot back, "They just couldn't contain all this awesomeness."

The air between them crackled with something more than humor. Their eyes locked, and they inched closer without a word.

"Adam..." Mike started, his voice lower than before.

"Yeah?" Adam's response was barely a whisper.

There was a pause, a moment of hesitation, before they both leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that was both unexpected and right. It was a kiss that spoke of the unacknowledged feelings simmering beneath their playful banter.

They pulled back slightly, still close, still feeling the warmth of each other's breath.

"I didn't see that coming," Mike said, his voice a mix of surprise and something deeper.

"Neither did I," Adam replied, his heart racing. "But I'm not complaining."

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of conversation, laughter, and shared glances. There was a new layer to their relationship now, a connection that transcended friendship.

As Mike got ready to leave, he turned to Adam, "This... This was nice."

Adam nodded, a content smile on his face. "Yeah, it was. More than nice."

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Adam's story part III

Adam's morning began with a battle, not against dragons or deadlines, but against the audacious snugness of his work pants. He wiggled into them, each tug a reminder of his vanished abdominal muscles, now replaced by a soft, jiggly belly that refused to be tamed. His shirt, equally rebellious, seemed to have shrunk overnight, intent on revealing just a hint more skin than workplace appropriate.

"Here goes nothing," he muttered, leaving his apartment with a mix of apprehension and a desperate hope that his clothes would remain intact.

Arriving at the supermarket, Adam took his place behind the cash register, trying to look casual while covertly pulling his shirt down and pants up. His new uniform was a game of wardrobe whack-a-mole he hadn't signed up for.

"Hey, Adam!" called out Jenna, another cashier. "Did you get a new outfit?"

"Yeah, you could say that," Adam replied with a forced grin, his hands stealthily adjusting his traitorous trousers.

As customers lined up, Adam's discomfort grew. Each scan of an item was accompanied by a strategic shuffle to keep his clothes in check. He felt like a contortionist in a circus act he hadn't rehearsed for.

Then came Mrs. Higgins, a regular known for her sharp eyes and sharper tongue. "My, my, Adam, you look... different. Is that the new style?"

Adam chuckled nervously, "Just trying something new, Mrs. Higgins."

She peered over her glasses, "Well, don't try too hard. You're spilling out like a stuffed turkey."

Crimson spread across Adam's face, more effective than any barcode scanner. He finished her transaction with a polite smile and a silent prayer for his shift to end.

The day trudged on with a few more light-hearted jabs from colleagues and customers alike. Each comment was a nudge, reminding him of his changing body.

Lunch break brought a moment of respite. He texted his friend, Mike: "I feel like a stuffed sausage in these clothes."

Mike replied with a laugh, "Just don't pop, man. You're too young to explode. Anyway, up for a drink tonight ? It's on me ! "

Adam replied "Can't refuse such generous offer, see you at the usual place at the usual time !"

Adam couldn't help but smile. Somehow, Mike always knew how to lighten the mood.

Later in the evening, Adam trudged towards the local bar, the promise of a few free drinks from Mike being the only thing lifting his spirits after a day of wardrobe warfare. The night air was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of embarrassment he had felt all day.

He found Mike already there, a pint in hand, his usual boisterous self. "Adam, my man!" Mike greeted with a hearty laugh. "Ready to drown your sartorial sorrows?"

Adam managed a smile. "Only if you're ready to fund the expedition."

As they settled into a quiet corner, the conversation naturally drifted to Adam's day and his struggles with his weight. Adam sighed, "I just let myself go, Mike. It's like I'm wearing someone else's body."

Mike nodded, his expression turning serious. "I get it, man. But you're not alone in this." To Adam's surprise, Mike lifted his shirt, revealing a tightly fitted corset underneath. "Look, I've gained 10kg, and you didn't even notice."

Adam's eyes widened. "You're kidding! When did this happen?"

Mike chuckled, "While you were busy battling your pants, I was waging war with this corset."

The revelation that his always fit and confident friend was facing similar issues was a shock to Adam, but not an entirely unpleasant one. "We're in the same boat, then," Mike said with a wink.

Adam didn't feel better about his situation, but Mike had a talent for lightening the mood. He started teasing Adam, mimicking his struggle with his pants in an exaggerated fashion, causing Adam to burst into laughter.

"Yeah, yeah," Adam chuckled, "At least your corset doesn't try to escape every time you bend over."

The night wore on, filled with more laughter and candid conversations about their weight gain. Mike's ability to laugh at himself and encourage Adam to do the same was a refreshing change.

As they left the bar, Adam felt a sense of camaraderie he hadn't expected. Sure, his problems hadn't disappeared, but sharing them with someone who understood made them seem a little less daunting.

"Next time," Adam said as they parted ways, "we're going shopping for some 'expansion-friendly' clothes."

Mike laughed, "And maybe a couple of corsets for good measure!"

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Adam's story Part II

Adam's life continued its downward spiral, yet his outward demeanor remained as cocky and overconfident as ever. He clung to the belief that he could easily bounce back to his former glory, refusing to acknowledge the stark reality of his situation. The drastic change in his diet, a consequence of his tightened budget, went largely unnoticed by him in terms of its impact. Cheap, high-carb foods replaced the balanced, nutritious meals he used to consume, significantly altering his calorie intake and nutritional balance.

Adam's new job as a cashier was physically demanding, draining him of the energy once reserved for his rigorous workout sessions. He convinced himself that as long as he controlled his portion sizes, he could maintain his physique with fewer workouts. This belief, however, was a miscalculation.

Unbeknownst to him, his youthful advantage of a fast metabolism, which had once allowed him to eat without worrying about weight gain, was no longer in play. The combination of a carb-heavy diet, reduced physical activity, and natural metabolic changes due to aging began to silently take effect. His once prominent abs gradually faded, giving way to an accumulation of fat.

It wasn't until after a week-long holiday, spent mostly at home, that the reality of his physical transformation hit him. For the first time, Adam noticed that his t-shirts no longer covered his entire belly. His once-fitted pants now created a muffin top, and he had to suck in his stomach just to button them up. His clothes felt uncomfortably tight, a stark reminder of the changes his body had undergone.

What baffled Adam was that his weight seemed to have remained relatively stable, yet his body composition had shifted dramatically. The lean muscle that had once defined his body was now replaced by fat. This revelation marked a turning point for Adam, confronting him with the consequences of his lifestyle choices and the hard truth that his body wasn't immune to change.

The harsh realization that he had outgrown all his clothes hit Adam like a ton of bricks. As he rummaged through his wardrobe, a sense of disbelief washed over him. Each pair of jeans, every shirt, even his most forgiving clothes seemed to have shrunk – or so he wished to believe. The truth, however, was starkly different: it was his body that had changed, not the clothes.

With limited options and a tight budget, Adam knew he couldn't afford a new wardrobe. He was stuck with what he had. Determined to make it work, he picked out an outfit for the day, a task that had never been so daunting. As he lay on the couch, he sucked in his belly with all his might, struggling to fasten the button of his pants. The fabric strained against his waist, the seams threatening to give way. Every movement he made was a gamble, the pants uncomfortably tight, often slipping down to expose his butt, a humiliating new reality for someone who once prided himself on his appearance.

Next came the challenge with his shirt. It barely covered his now protruding belly. Desperate, Adam tried tucking it in, holding his breath to pull the fabric down. But the moment he let go, the shirt would spring up, the bottom hem creeping above his waistline, exposing his belly. It was a futile effort, a battle between his expanding waistline and the shrinking fabric.

Frustrated and embarrassed, Adam decided to call in sick. The thought of facing the world in clothes that screamed his personal failures was unbearable. Confined to his apartment, his emotions spiraled into despair. In an attempt to find some solace, he turned to food, something he had never resorted to before. Binge eating became his escape, his refuge from the harsh reality of his life.

Adam's week-long binge eating spree left him in a predicament he never imagined he'd face. With his food supplies depleted, he had no choice but to return to work, a daunting prospect given the physical transformation he had undergone. The extra 5kg he had gained, a result of his unchecked eating, added a new layer of complexity to his already troubled life.

The morning ritual of getting dressed for work, once a mindless task, had now become a significant challenge. Adam attempted his usual trick of lying down on the couch and sucking in his belly to button up his pants, but to his dismay, the button and hole refused to meet. The fabric strained, stretched to its limit, offering no more concessions to his expanding waistline. It was a disheartening moment, a stark reminder of how much his body had changed.

His shirt was no different. The days of effortlessly tucking it in were long gone. Now, even the act of sucking in his belly proved futile. The fabric clung to his body, outlining his newly acquired curves, the hem persistently riding up to reveal his belly. In a desperate bid for decency, Adam decided to don a pair of sweatpants, fully aware that they were against the dress code at work. But he had no other choice; his regular clothes had betrayed him.

The sweatpants, though more forgiving than his jeans, were not without their own issues. They too were tight, clinging to his hips and thighs, and had an annoying tendency to slide down, embarrassingly exposing large portions of his butt. To combat this, Adam ingeniously decided to wear a belt over his shirt, an attempt to keep it tucked in and maintain some semblance of dignity.

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Adam's story part I

Adam, a 19-year-old epitome of athletic prowess, stands confidently as the unspoken leader of his circle of friends. His days are marked by a vigorous regimen of exercise and a meticulous diet, sculpting a physique that mirrors the chiseled statues of Greek gods. With his razor-sharp abs and broad shoulders, Adam is the embodiment of youthful vigor and vitality.

But beneath this veneer of physical perfection lies a streak of arrogance. Adam, blinded by his own physical attributes, often finds himself scoffing at those who don't match his stringent standards of fitness. He harbors a dismissive attitude towards overweight individuals, often teasing them with a snide remark or a condescending look. This behavior, though unnoticed by him, sows seeds of resentment among those around him.

Adam's wardrobe choices are a testament to his vanity. He favors clothes that cling snugly to his body, ensuring that every contour and curve of his muscular frame is on display. His friends often hear him boast about the perfection of his body, a topic he never tires of.

The local swimming pool is his stage, a place where he feels his attractiveness is amplified. Here, Adam dons a speedo, deliberately a size too small, reveling in the way it accentuates his physique. He struts around the poolside with an air of nonchalance, often catching glances from onlookers. In his mind, these glances are admiring, even envious, as he basks in the glory of his own self-perceived allure.

Adam's life took an unexpected turn after he dropped out of school at 19. His days of carefree lounging, drinking, and relentless working out came to an abrupt halt when his parents, fed up with his lackadaisical attitude, decided it was time for him to face the real world. They kicked him out, thrusting him into a reality where his sculpted abs and athletic prowess held little currency.

With limited academic achievements and no significant work experience, Adam found himself at the doors of a local supermarket, taking up a job as a cashier. The job was far from glamorous, a stark contrast to the life of leisure and admiration he was accustomed to. Long hours on his feet, dealing with a constant stream of customers, and the monotonous beep of the scanner became his new routine. The job was exhausting, both physically and mentally, leaving him drained at the end of each day.

The pay was meager, barely enough to cover his living expenses. Adam managed to rent a small, sparsely furnished apartment – a far cry from the comfort of his parents' home. The walls were bare, the furniture minimal, and the space felt constricted, a constant reminder of his strained circumstances.

Despite these challenges, Adam's pride wouldn't allow him to reveal his struggles to his friends. He put on a brave face, masking his hardships with the same cockiness that defined his persona. But his friends weren't fooled. They noticed the subtle changes in him – the tired eyes, the less frequent gym visits, the absence of invitations to his place. They could sense the challenges he was facing, yet Adam continued to hide behind a façade, unwilling to expose his vulnerabilities and accept the helping hands that might have been extended.

Adam's financial situation spiraled further downwards, forcing him to make tough decisions. One of the first casualties of his budget cuts was his gym membership, a sacrifice that hit him hard. The gym was more than a place to work out for Adam; it was his sanctuary, a space where he felt in control and admired. Now, confined to his cramped apartment, he tried to maintain his fitness regimen, but it lacked the variety and intensity of a fully-equipped gym.

His addictions to drinking and smoking only exacerbated his financial woes. These habits, once easily funded by his parents' support, now gnawed away at his meager earnings. The stark reality of having to fund his own lifestyle was a jolt to Adam, but his pride and stubbornness prevented him from admitting the comfort his parents' financial support had offered.

In an effort to stretch every dollar, Adam began cutting corners in ways he never imagined. He started wearing the same clothes for two days in a row, foregoing his usual standards of personal grooming. His showers became less frequent, a tactic to save on water bills, but this only served to diminish his once impeccable appearance.

These changes, both big and small, began to take a toll on Adam's mental health. The confident, cocky young man who once strutted around with an air of invincibility was now grappling with the harsh realities of independence and financial struggle. Isolation crept in as he found himself without a support system. His friends, once a constant in his life, were kept at arm's length, leaving Adam to face his challenges alone, without anyone to help him navigate through this difficult phase of his life.

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Jackson's secret part III

Before the quartet could make their fast-food escape, the simple act of dressing up posed an unexpected, humorous challenge.

William, ever so conscious of his changed figure, had strategically chosen snug jeans that helped tuck in and conceal some of his added weight. Now, post-revelation and after some running around, these jeans felt like they'd shrunk two sizes. Grunting with effort, he muttered, “This was easier this morning!”

Seeing him struggle, Harry, always up for some mischief, quipped, "Need a crane, big guy?" But despite the tease, he stepped forward, offering genuine assistance. "Alright, on the count of three." Grasping the waistband, they yanked in unison, finally securing the rebellious jeans.

Jackson, having observed the spectacle and dreading his turn, sighed in mock despair. "Gentlemen, brace yourselves." He held up his shirt, the once-loose fabric now seemingly ready to betray him. Given his expanded midriff, it was clear that getting it on without looking like a stuffed sausage would be an endeavor.

Richard, whose own transformation had been quite the surprise, said, “Come on, let’s do this together. Team effort, right?” He grabbed one side of the shirt while Harry took the other, and together they attempted to get it over Jackson's broader frame. After some tugging and adjusting, the shirt was on, albeit hugging Jackson's contours a tad more than he'd have liked.

But the most eye-catching change of all was Richard's. Earlier in the day, his prowess at disguise had everyone fooled. Now, with his defenses down, the full extent of his transformation was laid bare. Richard weighed in at 95kg, and while his height distributed the weight somewhat, there was no denying the pronounced belly that now protruded. It was soft, round, and had an undeniable presence. The shirt, which once hung loosely on him, now clung to every curve and crevice of his belly, with the lower hem threatening a game of peekaboo with every shift.

William, seizing the chance to deflect attention from his own ordeal, teased, “Rich, I think your abs went into hiding!”

Harry joined in, jesting, “More like they're under a protective layer. Winter's coming, after all.”

Richard, laughing and patting his belly, retorted, "It's just my built-in cushion. Perfect for lounging."

Jackson's car wasn't exactly roomy, and with four grown men — three of whom were battling clothing woes — it was quite the sight. The vehicle sagged slightly under their combined weight. As they piled in, a series of comedic adjustments ensued. Both William and Richard, thanks to their tighter pants, struggled to comfortably seat themselves without inadvertently putting on a show. Each time they shifted or settled into their seats, their pants threatened to betray them. Jackson, having faced this problem before, had perfected the art of the discreet hitch-up. He shot them an amused glance, sharing a knowing look with Harry, the only one not struggling with his attire.

Richard, growling stomach leading his thoughts, declared, "I'm famished! That crash diet was a terrible idea."

Harry chuckled, "Starving yourself to appear thin for one day? Brilliant strategy."

Jackson, steering the car onto the main road, teased, “Yeah, and look where that got you — in a car, racing to the nearest McD's with your belly practically leading the way!”

William, mockingly contemplative, added, “Y'know, it's kind of poetic. We avoid food at the family gathering, fearing judgment, only to dive headfirst into a mountain of fast food.”

As they pulled into the McDonald's drive-thru, the bright lights illuminating their excited faces, Richard practically pressed his nose to the window, scanning the menu with a fervor that only profound hunger can induce.

Harry, playing the role of the group's food coordinator, started, "Okay, gentlemen. Place your orders, and no skimping! We've earned this feast."

Jackson ordered a double cheeseburger meal with an extra side of fries, while William, throwing caution to the wind, opted for the large Big Mac meal. Harry chose a mix of chicken nuggets and a spicy McChicken, whereas Richard, in his ravenous state, went all out with two Quarter Pounders and a large fries, finishing off with a McFlurry.

As they collected their overflowing tray of fast-food goodness and settled into a corner, the atmosphere was electric. Their conversations meandered from hilarious memories of childhood mischief to light-hearted jabs about their current state of "roundness."

Richard, with a mouthful of burger, mused, “Y'know, today was a revelation. Here we were, each trying to hide our flaws, only to discover we’re all in the same sinking ship.”

William added, “And that ship is powered by fries and burgers.”

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Jackson's secret part II

The atmosphere inside the old factory was growing increasingly warm, amplifying the exhaustion from their playful chase. Richard, ever the trendsetter, was the first to speak up. "It’s sweltering in here. How about we lose the shirts?"

The suggestion made sense. After all, they knew each other better than anyone. As the shirts came off, an unspoken revelation unraveled before them.

William, typically self-assured, looked suddenly vulnerable. Despite his best efforts to suck in his stomach and hoist his pants high, it was evident that he had developed a pronounced belly, signaling a few too many indulgences over the past year.

Richard, once the proud owner of a chiseled six-pack, had seen a subtle transformation. Although he attempted to tense up and suck in, the faint outline of a budding belly was visible, betraying his once athletic form.

Harry, the ever-carefree one, was relatively unchanged, but closer inspection revealed small pockets of flab that hadn't been there during their last gathering. It wasn’t enough to raise eyebrows, but it wasn’t the lithe frame he remembered either.

The initial shock rendered the group silent, each processing the reality of time's passage and life's changing rhythms. Their shared vulnerability hung in the air, unspoken yet deeply felt.

It was Harry who broke the silence, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, looks like life's been good to all of us, in one way or another.” He patted his little bit of flab, grinning.

Richard smirked, “Speak for yourself. Some of us just changed workout routines.” His playful defense brought a chuckle from the group.

William, with a resigned sigh, said, “Guess we’re not the young lads we used to be. But hey, a bit more to love, right?” He gave his belly a gentle pat, trying to own it.

Wanting to divert attention from their unexpected body revelations and to embrace the nostalgia of their surroundings, Jackson proposed, "How about a game of hide and seek? Just like old times?"

Hide and seek, a game from their childhood, felt different this time around. Not just because of the passing years, but also due to the undeniable fact that they had outgrown – quite literally – many of their old hiding spots. The cavernous old factory that had once felt endless to their younger selves was proving to be a tighter squeeze than they remembered.

Harry, tasked with finding the others, started counting. "One, two, three..." His voice echoed, setting the others into a frantic search for a spot where their now larger frames might go unnoticed.

Richard, eager to reclaim a favorite hiding nook from his childhood, wedged himself between two rusted machines. It was a tight fit, and the pressure against his midsection reminded him of the meals he had skipped leading up to the gathering. He had hoped to present a leaner version of himself, but as minutes passed, his stomach growled loudly, betraying his hunger.

William, hidden not too far away, heard the telltale sound and whispered, "Rich, was that you?"

Emerging from his spot, Jackson added with a smirk, "Sounds like someone's singing the song of his people."

Feeling cornered, Richard sighed and emerged from his spot. “Okay, okay, I tried this crash diet before coming here. I wanted to, you know, look thinner.” He finally let go of his breath, no longer tensing or sucking in. To everyone's surprise, Richard's frame closely mirrored William's, the contours of his fuller belly evident.

William, chuckling, remarked, "Guess we both had the same idea. Welcome to the 95kg club!”

Jackson, taking it all in, said, "You know, seeing you guys like this... it's kind of reassuring. We're all in this together."

Harry, having given up on the game and joining the group, laughed, “Talk about revelations! But hey, I’m starving too. Any suggestions?”

After a moment of contemplation, Jackson suggested, “Why not hit up a fast food joint? My treat. And I promise, no judgment on whatever we order.” The group agreed, wanting to skip the family gathering and its potential for unsolicited comments on their appearances.

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Jackson's secret part I

Jackson had always been the embodiment of youthful energy and athleticism in the Thompson family. His defined jawline, chiseled physique, and infectious enthusiasm for life painted a portrait of a young man on top of his world. Yet, life, with its unpredictable twists, had added an unfamiliar layer to Jackson's canvas: an extra 30kg that draped his once-muscular frame.

Despite being a gifted conversationalist who could weave tales that left listeners enthralled, Jackson’s inherent shyness often lay masked beneath his bubbly exterior. Now, as the family reunion loomed, this trait was amplified, overshadowed by the anxiety of presenting his changed self to the world. To combat this, he devised a plan, one that involved a meticulous overhaul of his wardrobe. Oversized shirts, strategic layering, and dark colors became his chosen armor, each piece selected to deflect attention from his transformation. His most guarded secret, however, was a tightly-laced corset. While it gave him a semblance of his former silhouette, the corset’s constricting embrace became a constant reminder of the weight he bore, both literally and metaphorically.

The Thompson family gatherings were legendary. Filled with laughter, stories, music, and the inevitable drama, these reunions were a testament to the strong familial ties that bound the clan together. This year's event held an added layer of excitement. Whispers and hushed conversations filled the hallways. The focal point of all this speculation? Jackson's anticipated return after a prolonged absence.

Among the sea of familiar faces, three stood out prominently: Jackson's cousins. A trio of lanky young men, now 18, 19, and 20, they were the embodiment of youthful cockiness. To them, Jackson was more than a cousin; he was an icon, the indomitable leader of their shared childhood escapades. Their memories of him remained untarnished by time, and as they eagerly scanned the crowd, they looked forward to rekindling the bond and reliving the adventures of their younger days.

The old factory stood, just as they remembered, a short distance from the Thompson household. Bathed in the afternoon sunlight, it seemed to shimmer, inviting them into its vast chambers. For Jackson and his cousins, this place was a time capsule, holding onto the echoes of their shared past.

Energized by the familiar surroundings, they instinctively began a round of "catch me." Giggles and shouts echoed as they zigzagged, recreating scenes from their childhood. Richard, lean and athletic, made sharp turns with grace, his cocky grin unwavering. "Trying to fly, Jackson? You seem a bit... grounded today," he teased with a chuckle.

William, with a hint of extra weight himself, observed, “You know, Jackson, it’s not just the clothes that are slowing you down. There’s... more to you now.” His voice carried the blunt honesty he was known for, but also a note of empathy.

Harry, the extroverted soul of the group, laughed. “He’s right! But it’s all in good fun. We all evolve, after all.” His light-heartedness was a buffer, easing the tension.

But Jackson's shortness of breath was becoming more evident. He shot back, feigning nonchalance, "I’m just letting you guys have a head start."

Richard, sensing an opportunity, pressed on. "Jackson, are you wearing armor or something under there? Because it sure looks like it!" He said, nudging William and winking.

Feeling the playful mood shift, Jackson tried to deflect, “Guys, it's just some layers. Nothing more."

But William’s curiosity was piqued. “You know what? Let’s find out. No secrets among us.” And with that, he moved towards Jackson, his intentions clear.

Before Jackson could protest, Harry, always the one to act on impulse, said, “Hold still, Jack!” He approached Jackson from behind, and with Richard's help, they began to playfully peel off Jackson's layers. There was resistance, some playful struggling, but the trio's determination prevailed.

And then, the secret was out. Jackson's constricting corset was exposed, as was his noticeably fuller frame underneath. The room went silent, each cousin processing the revelation in his own way.

Richard, eyebrows raised, remarked, "Jackson, that's quite the transformation."

Harry, still in slight shock, tried to inject some humor, “I guess that’s one way to keep things... tight.”

William, not one to mince words, placed a hand on Jackson’s shoulder. “It’s different, yeah. But it’s still you. And hey,” he said, patting his own stomach, “nobody's perfect."

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Max weight gain story part III

The corporate maze of Fletcher & Burnham ensnared Max, propelling him to heights in his professional life while stealthily chipping away at the disciplined bedrock of his personal one. His days and nights, swirling with power lunches, gourmet dinners, and brainstorming sessions over cocktails, steadily eroded his once-ironclad regime of workouts and clean eating.

The physical evidence of this change was glaring. From a robust 92 kg, the scales remorselessly inched past the 100 kg milestone. What was once hard, sculpted muscle morphed into softer, rounded curves. The sculpted abdomen, which had been his pride, now had a softer layer that changed the outline of his shirts.

Max's efforts to camouflage this transformation were both earnest and desperate. He revamped his wardrobe, opting for looser fits and darker shades, hoping they'd mask his expanding silhouette. But while clothing could be chosen, angles and lighting couldn't always be controlled. At gatherings, he'd often find himself instinctively backing away from group photos or positioning himself behind friends. Despite his tactics, candid shots occasionally betrayed his attempts at subterfuge, revealing his fuller face and changed profile.

The murmurs were inescapable. At a corporate gala, a colleague, with a poorly veiled mix of concern and mockery, commented, "Living the good life, huh, Max?" Another, at a weekend brunch, remarked, "You're really settling into the city lifestyle!" Each veiled comment, each sideways glance, stung, making him even more self-conscious.

Yet, amid this whirlwind, Max stumbled upon moments of unexpected delight. Food was no longer a mere sustenance but a symphony of flavors he never allowed himself before. The evenings sprawled on his couch, lost in movies with a side of his favorite snacks, became solaces he hadn't known he needed.

The emotional turbulence intensified one evening when an unfiltered reflection in a restaurant’s glass facade caught him off-guard. The man weighing around 105 kg, with subtle hints of his athletic past peeking through his fuller form, was both him and not him. This juxtaposition of who he was and who he had become was poignant.

A mysterious package soon arrived, bearing an oversized hoodie and a note suggesting it was for his "next journey." Donning it, he felt an odd mix of concealment and exposure. The city, with its shimmering lights and shadowy alleys, seemed to echo his own state of flux.

As the hues of autumn began their dance, Max, swathed in his new hoodie, stood at a crossroads. A journey of self-discovery and confrontation lay ahead. How much longer could he, or would he want to, hide from the world, and from himself?

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