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Ignatz used to hate being in the gym. He could feel all eyes on him as he tried desperately to transform his skinny, noodle boy body into something he could be proud of, and something guys would eventually take notice of. His brother, who was two years ahead of him in college, had given him a crash course on how to use everything in the gym, and told him to fight those anxious thoughts. Almost all of the time, people are gonna be focusing on themselves, not him. Ignatz took that advice to heart, and soon became a lot better at both being in the gym and pushing past his limits. Going into his junior year, he now had a fairly toned bod. His upper body strength had increased tenfold, and he was feeling a lot better about his physical appearance. All while keeping what his brother had told him in his mind. Don’t worry, no one’s staring at you.
Today, Ignatz was, once again, proving his hypocrisy as he leaned against a treadmill, staring at the object of his affection. A tall, hunky blonde stood nearby, doing squats. This blonde’s name was Raphael, the linebacker of the football team. Ignatz could barely explain to himself what made Raphael so attractive. He fell asleep at night imagining him being wrapped up in his big arms, pressed into his bulky body. His hair and kind face made him even cuter. And on top of all that, he also was a really nice guy. They hadn’t encountered each other much since they both started at Garreg Mach University, but everyone he talked to about him had some kind of story about how helpful and considerate he was. He was apparently not that smart, but that hardly mattered to Ignatz. All this being said, the guy had never gathered the courage to say anything to him. Just admired the eye candy from afar.
When Raphael finished his squats, he turned around, wiping the sweat off his brow with his shirt. Normally, Ignatz would turn away just in case they made eye contact, but he couldn’t help but notice Raphael’s torso when he pulled up his shirt. His pecs and arms were as muscly as ever, but his stomach looked a little different. It was a bit rounder, a bit fuller. Ignatz could swear it was slightly hanging over his shorts. The shirt dropped and Raphael headed off towards the showers. His and Ignatz’ eyes met, and he gives him a smile as he walks by. Luckily for Ignatz, he didn’t feel his face go red until the blonde had entered the locker room. Ignatz did his best to finish his run, take a shower, and get back to his dorm. It was there that he finally allowed all the dirty thoughts to overtake him as he laid on his bed and let his hand slip down his pants.
Holy shit. Raphael was already so hot before, but the one thing better to Ignatz than a hot blonde himbo was a chubby hot blonde himbo. Was Raphael dirty bulking? Did he gain some weight over the summer? Was he trying to get a musclegut body? Ignatz slowly pumped his cock as he imagined Raphael with a big belly. Imagined him feeding Raphael, rubbing his stuffed belly after a good meal, watching him struggle up the stairs, sweating everywhere he went. Sinking into his soft body at the end of a long day, keeping him well-fed even during sex. He bucked his hips, his fantasies of Raphael pounding him morphing to much of the same, but now Raphael’s plush belly squished against him with every thrust. Ignatz finally came while thinking about simply watching Raphael eat and rub his belly.
He panted, giving his body a bit of time to cool down. In the afterglow, all he could think about was how adorable Raphael would be with a little more weight on him. Unfortunately, the post-nut clarity started to settle in and he brought himself back to reality. More likely than not, he had just been a little busier during the summer and let it get ahead of him. He was probably doing all he could to get rid of it as soon as he could. Ignatz felt a bit ashamed at such an assumption. He was really jerking off to the mere idea that his crush was not only into guys, but also into him and into gaining weight? There’s no way any of those were true. He got up and grabbed some fresh clothes, heading into the bathroom to clean himself up. He had a DND session tonight, and he needed a clear head for such.