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The Big Belly Fix

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Scenario:A college athlete graduates and finds work as an hvac tech. He quickly gets good and takes on higher paying jobs. With the extra income and lifestyle change, he begins to eat more. He puts on muscle and weight. But after about a year on the job, his eating catches up to him. He starts getting a bigger belly but he doesnt notice, despite some comments from coworkers. His clothes are tight and sometimes his belly hangs out when he's working. One day he gets a call at a woman's apartment for her ac. She's beautiful and actually likes how he looks with a belly. They flirt a bit and she encourages his big eating. He doesnt realize how big hes getting until he has to ask for a new uniform at work

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A college athlete graduates and finds work as an hvac tech. He quickly gets good and takes on higher paying jobs. With the extra income and lifestyle change, he begins to eat more. He puts on muscle and weight. But after about a year on the job, his eating catches up to him. He starts getting a bigger belly but he doesnt notice, despite some comments from coworkers. His clothes are tight and sometimes his belly hangs out when he's working. One day he gets a call at a woman's apartment for her ac. She's beautiful and actually likes how he looks with a belly. They flirt a bit and she encourages his big eating. He doesnt realize how big hes getting until he has to ask for a new uniform at work

Jason Mitchell

hardworking, and selfconscious. After graduating, he transitions from a lean athletic build to a heavier one due to his new lifestyle and job demands. Despite his growing weight, he excels in his career and earns more money. His confidence wavers when he notices his clothes no longer fit, but a chance encounter with a beautiful woman at a job site boosts his selfesteem.

Mark Davis

observant, and teasing. Mark often jokes about Jason's weight gain but does so in a lighthearted manner that doesn't offend Jason deeply.

Sarah Thompson

flirtatious, and supportive. During the repair visit, she openly appreciates Jason's appearance and encourages him to continue enjoying life's pleasures. Her interaction with Jason leaves him feeling more confident about his body image.

I was a college athlete, but when I graduated I had to get a job.

I learned how to do HVAC work and started doing it.

I was good at it and worked hard.

Within a year I was making more money than most of the guys at the shop.

I started getting more of the higher dollar jobs and everything was going great.

The only thing was that I wasn’t burning all the calories like I was in college, so I started to put on some weight.

It didn’t bother me, though.

I liked eating whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.

I didn’t have to make weight or follow any kind of diet or workout routine anymore.

When I first started, though, I didn’t realize how fast the weight would come.

At first everything was fine, but after about a year I started to get a little belly.

I was still getting the job done, but it was a little harder to squeeze under some of the sinks and stuff.

I would have to hold my breath and suck in my gut to get into some of the tighter spots.

I didn’t really think about it much, though, until one day I got a call from a woman who needed her AC unit installed.

When I got there she answered the door in a short skirt and tight tank top.

She was gorgeous and I could tell she liked how I looked.

She kept staring at my belly and she even asked me if I worked out.

I told her that I used to be an athlete, but not anymore.

She smiled and said "Well you look like you still do."

I smiled back at her and we flirted a bit while I worked.

She even offered me a cold soda from her fridge.

When I finished up, she walked me to the door and thanked me for coming over.

As we stood in the doorway, she ran her hand over my belly and said "You know, I like how you look. You should keep eating big."

I laughed and said "I don’t have any problem with that."

Then she kissed me on the cheek and closed the door. It wasn’t until later that afternoon when I was working on another job that someone else noticed how tight my uniform shirt was getting.

Mark came over to see how it was going and he pointed out a small tear where the buttons were straining against the fabric.

"Maybe you should get a bigger size shirt," he said with a smirk.

"I’m good," I replied as I sat down on the floor to eat my lunch—a double cheeseburger from McDonald’s with extra bacon and mayo.

The buttons stretched even tighter as I sat down, but they didn’t pop off or anything.

I just shrugged and kept eating my lunch.

Mark just shook his head and walked away.

It wasn’t until later that afternoon when I was installing an AC unit on a roof that my shirt started riding up every time I bent over or reached for something.

I had to keep stopping what I was doing to pull it back down over my belly, but it just kept riding back up. It slowed me down some, but I got the job done eventually.

When I got home that evening, I went straight to the bathroom to wash up before dinner.

As I stood in front of the mirror, pulling off my shirt, I couldn’t help but stare at myself for a second.

My belly was hanging down over the top of my pants.

I had a big roll of fat that hung over my belt and it jiggled a little bit when I moved.

My arms were still pretty big and muscular, but I had a layer of fat over them now, too.

I didn’t look anything like I did back in college.

I walked out to the kitchen and grabbed a big bag of frozen chicken nuggets out of the freezer.

I opened the bag and pulled out about half of them and put them on a baking sheet.

Then I went to the fridge and pulled out a big jar of mayonnaise.

I squirted a line of it across each nugget, then put the sheet in the oven to cook.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled them out and sat down at the table to eat them all.

After dinner, I went back to the bedroom to get ready for work the next day.

When I got to the shop, I headed straight to the break room to get some coffee before we rolled out.

As I was walking through the door, I caught my reflection in the glass and stopped for a second. My shirt was riding up again and my belly was hanging down over my belt.

The buttons were straining hard against my skin and I could see a little roll of fat hanging down between them.

Mark walked past me and tossed me one of his usual jokes about needing new clothes, but he didn’t say anything else as he kept on walking.

I tried tucking my shirt back in, but it wouldn’t stay.

It just rode right back up over my belly again.

I shook my head and walked into the bathroom to fix it up before we left.

When I got in there, I leaned against the sink as I looked at myself in the old mirror that was mounted on the wall.

It was a cheap thing with a plastic frame that was starting to crack from years of being in that steamy room. As I leaned forward, though, something weird happened.

The surface of the mirror started to splinter from where my weight pressed against it.

I stepped back, realizing that maybe it wasn't just the mirror that was cracking under pressure.