A college weight gain adventure, featuring two naive runners who think they have the willpower to overcome the dreaded freshman 15, but shortly realize they are gravely mistaken.
SENIOR YEAR
Toby grunted as he stood up from his seat. He immediately felt his weight shift forward and toward the ground and braced himself with his thighs and hamstrings to prevent his billowing gut from pulling him forward and toppling into the row of chairs, and their accompanying furs, in front of him. Still, in the tight aisle, his belly pressed up against the back the chair in front of him, causing the ocelot sitting there to turn and give the bunny and sideways glare; Toby didn’t care though. He was too excited and happy to care. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash yellow and black to his right and saw that the row was starting to move. He took a few small steps in place, swinging his girth around and following the line with a huff.
He had done it, he had graduated from college and not just that, he had done so with Latin honors. All those years of studying late into the night and all those times that he succumbed to Chad’s peer pressure and chugged cans of energy drinks to give him the boost he needed to finish his capstone project had paid off. They had paid off for the feline waddling down the row in front of him too. Chad had graduated near the top of his art class thanks in part to his senior project, “Essence of Food” which had won the covet Pablo Picasofrita Distinguished Gallery Award. The two of them were a formidable academic duo even if the first thing their peers saw of them was their thick, bulging bellies; quite literally. The graduation gowns they both donned fur far too small to contain their respective girths despite the fact they were the largest size available. Neither really minded though; their minds were set toward the future.
As Toby and Chad stood in line at the edge of the stage, Toby stared at his friend’s backside and noted the familiar sight from their graduation only four years ago. Of course, now, the cheetah wasn’t bouncing up and down with giddy glee. Instead, Toby could hear the feline’s heavy breath and a soft gurgle emanating from his middle; he was hungry. Of course, Chad was always hungry nowadays, as was Toby himself, making the too ever the more anxious for the ceremony to finish and the fully catered reception to start. Chad’s graduation robe hung loosely around his sides, the open exposed to show his undersized shirt and his belly protruding forth. The cheetah was nearly three times as wide as the last time he had donned a graduation gown, sporting several hundred pounds of blubber that were caked to his stocky legs, billowing belly, pillowy arms, and chunky cheeks.
Toby remembered a time during the early weeks of their junior year when they had first started trying to do something about their ballooning collegiate bodies. The weight had seemingly just caught up to him, probably a reason why they had a phrase referring to the freshman fifteen. Toby hadn’t known why he hadn’t noticed his lack of exercise or the noticed the consequences of his objectively poor diet, but his sudden realization of his weight after tripping in his room and bouncing off his stomach instead of landing flat on his face was enough to clue him into that flabby fact. Sure, he had meant well when he wanted to start exercising again to drop some of the weight, but once classes picked up and his mind became hyperfocused on his work again, those runs became few and far between and the gym once again joined that group of buildings on campus that only entered his mind when a passing prospective student and their family were asking for direction. Why they would ask him and his blubbery physique such a question was beyond Toby, but perhaps it was his approachable demeanor and adorable dimpled smile?
It had been on those occasions, that reminded Toby of his growing weight and days he’d shuffled back into his apartment with a disappointed look over his face, a look that Chad would immediately pick up on. When Toby voiced his concerns for his weight, well both of their weights, Chad would jump right in with talk of body positivity that Toby knew the feline had learned from his student affairs works through his fraternity. Though Toby knew it was prepackaged advice, Chad add a little flair beyond the metaphorical bullet points, points that resonated with Toby: was the weight all that bad? The long winters at Tallow University had steadily grown more tolerable over the years, even with record low temperatures and a record number of blizzards, and there was something pleasant about feeling one’s own personal blanket of fat constantly hugging them in a comforting and reassuring squeeze.
There was something else to it too, however: Toby liked feeling big. The bunny kind of like the sensation of simply taking up more and more space with his bulk, requiring more than one chair in certain lecture halls and forcing others to create a wide walking birth around his girth on the sidewalks. He had never been the most boisterous or outgoing fur his entire life, but it was kind of nice putting himself out there, literally. It also seemed to fill that childhood void spawn by the simple fact that he was, despite his objectively stall stature, the runt of his family. Feeling big was an important sensation to the bunny, one that he didn’t realize was so important until he was filling out the mattress on his bed and struggling to squeeze into the dorm showers.
Sure, Toby had reservations about meeting up with his parents at graduation and though they were surprised, to put it lightly, at Toby’s new bulk, they were more excited for the occasion and Toby’s future plans. Though Toby had always wanted nothing more than to return home and help his family at the farm, after diving into his engineering degree, he fell in love with designing farm equipment itself and after taking an elective business class with his cheetah companion, he realized he could merge that passion with his familial passion. On top of finishing out their classes and senior projects, Toby and Chad had been spending a fair amount of time coming up with a business plan for a company they were going to file paperwork for as soon as the graduation festivities were over: Functional Agricultural Technologies.
The company was going to be a non-profit organization that helped provide family farmers with innovative technology to allow them to compete with their industrial counterparts. Toby would work on the design end, developing the technologies that he knew would help out families like his own while Chad would help run the outreach branch of the company. With his personable experiences in his fraternity and student affairs as well as with his artistic and marketing skills, Toby knew the cheetah would be more than capable of getting their organization’s name out into the world. They had big dreams of empowering the small time players in the agricultural space that help keep the communities that they called home growing up together and thriving. Sure it was going to be a risky venture as all startups were, especially non-profits, but they were young and full of passion and grit (not to mention grits from that morning’s breakfast). The future was bright for the two and all they needed to do was get through the next ninety seconds.
“Chad Abara!” the dean called on stage. With a giddy speed that Toby hadn’t seen in years, Chad rushed up the stage, his entire body shaking and sloshing as his heavy footsteps pounded on the staging beneath his feet. He grabbed his diploma, posed for his photo and stood by the edge of the stage. Toby’s heart fluttered: this was it!
“Toby Thompson!” the dean called. Toby grunted as he ascended the stairs, his feeble leg muscles struggling to move his bulk, but he didn’t need to go far. He loomed over the dean who almost cowered as the bunny stood next to him, grabbing his diploma and smiling toward the professional photographer. Toby then waddled across the stage and joined Chad as they posed for Chad’s mom who had somehow snuck along the edge of the crowd for a surprise, and definitely unauthorized photo.
“Smile boys!” she said as the two friends hugged each other’s sides and grinned. They had done it. They had graduated. Now the world was their oyster and that thought both excited them as well as caused their bellies to loudly rumble.
They hoped there were going to be oysters at the reception…
You can find Tony’s amazing story in its entirety here: Growing Up Story PDF
Author: plokishmok3 | Illustrator: Kygen
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SENIOR YEAR
Toby grunted as he stood up from his seat. He immediately felt his weight shift forward and toward the ground and braced himself with his thighs and hamstrings to prevent his billowing gut from pulling him forward and toppling into the row of chairs, and their accompanying furs, in front of him. Still, in the tight aisle, his belly pressed up against the back the chair in front of him, causing the ocelot sitting there to turn and give the bunny and sideways glare; Toby didn’t care though. He was too excited and happy to care. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash yellow and black to his right and saw that the row was starting to move. He took a few small steps in place, swinging his girth around and following the line with a huff.
He had done it, he had graduated from college and not just that, he had done so with Latin honors. All those years of studying late into the night and all those times that he succumbed to Chad’s peer pressure and chugged cans of energy drinks to give him the boost he needed to finish his capstone project had paid off. They had paid off for the feline waddling down the row in front of him too. Chad had graduated near the top of his art class thanks in part to his senior project, “Essence of Food” which had won the covet Pablo Picasofrita Distinguished Gallery Award. The two of them were a formidable academic duo even if the first thing their peers saw of them was their thick, bulging bellies; quite literally. The graduation gowns they both donned fur far too small to contain their respective girths despite the fact they were the largest size available. Neither really minded though; their minds were set toward the future.
As Toby and Chad stood in line at the edge of the stage, Toby stared at his friend’s backside and noted the familiar sight from their graduation only four years ago. Of course, now, the cheetah wasn’t bouncing up and down with giddy glee. Instead, Toby could hear the feline’s heavy breath and a soft gurgle emanating from his middle; he was hungry. Of course, Chad was always hungry nowadays, as was Toby himself, making the too ever the more anxious for the ceremony to finish and the fully catered reception to start. Chad’s graduation robe hung loosely around his sides, the open exposed to show his undersized shirt and his belly protruding forth. The cheetah was nearly three times as wide as the last time he had donned a graduation gown, sporting several hundred pounds of blubber that were caked to his stocky legs, billowing belly, pillowy arms, and chunky cheeks.
Toby remembered a time during the early weeks of their junior year when they had first started trying to do something about their ballooning collegiate bodies. The weight had seemingly just caught up to him, probably a reason why they had a phrase referring to the freshman fifteen. Toby hadn’t known why he hadn’t noticed his lack of exercise or the noticed the consequences of his objectively poor diet, but his sudden realization of his weight after tripping in his room and bouncing off his stomach instead of landing flat on his face was enough to clue him into that flabby fact. Sure, he had meant well when he wanted to start exercising again to drop some of the weight, but once classes picked up and his mind became hyperfocused on his work again, those runs became few and far between and the gym once again joined that group of buildings on campus that only entered his mind when a passing prospective student and their family were asking for direction. Why they would ask him and his blubbery physique such a question was beyond Toby, but perhaps it was his approachable demeanor and adorable dimpled smile?
It had been on those occasions, that reminded Toby of his growing weight and days he’d shuffled back into his apartment with a disappointed look over his face, a look that Chad would immediately pick up on. When Toby voiced his concerns for his weight, well both of their weights, Chad would jump right in with talk of body positivity that Toby knew the feline had learned from his student affairs works through his fraternity. Though Toby knew it was prepackaged advice, Chad add a little flair beyond the metaphorical bullet points, points that resonated with Toby: was the weight all that bad? The long winters at Tallow University had steadily grown more tolerable over the years, even with record low temperatures and a record number of blizzards, and there was something pleasant about feeling one’s own personal blanket of fat constantly hugging them in a comforting and reassuring squeeze.
There was something else to it too, however: Toby liked feeling big. The bunny kind of like the sensation of simply taking up more and more space with his bulk, requiring more than one chair in certain lecture halls and forcing others to create a wide walking birth around his girth on the sidewalks. He had never been the most boisterous or outgoing fur his entire life, but it was kind of nice putting himself out there, literally. It also seemed to fill that childhood void spawn by the simple fact that he was, despite his objectively stall stature, the runt of his family. Feeling big was an important sensation to the bunny, one that he didn’t realize was so important until he was filling out the mattress on his bed and struggling to squeeze into the dorm showers.
Sure, Toby had reservations about meeting up with his parents at graduation and though they were surprised, to put it lightly, at Toby’s new bulk, they were more excited for the occasion and Toby’s future plans. Though Toby had always wanted nothing more than to return home and help his family at the farm, after diving into his engineering degree, he fell in love with designing farm equipment itself and after taking an elective business class with his cheetah companion, he realized he could merge that passion with his familial passion. On top of finishing out their classes and senior projects, Toby and Chad had been spending a fair amount of time coming up with a business plan for a company they were going to file paperwork for as soon as the graduation festivities were over: Functional Agricultural Technologies.
The company was going to be a non-profit organization that helped provide family farmers with innovative technology to allow them to compete with their industrial counterparts. Toby would work on the design end, developing the technologies that he knew would help out families like his own while Chad would help run the outreach branch of the company. With his personable experiences in his fraternity and student affairs as well as with his artistic and marketing skills, Toby knew the cheetah would be more than capable of getting their organization’s name out into the world. They had big dreams of empowering the small time players in the agricultural space that help keep the communities that they called home growing up together and thriving. Sure it was going to be a risky venture as all startups were, especially non-profits, but they were young and full of passion and grit (not to mention grits from that morning’s breakfast). The future was bright for the two and all they needed to do was get through the next ninety seconds.
“Chad Abara!” the dean called on stage. With a giddy speed that Toby hadn’t seen in years, Chad rushed up the stage, his entire body shaking and sloshing as his heavy footsteps pounded on the staging beneath his feet. He grabbed his diploma, posed for his photo and stood by the edge of the stage. Toby’s heart fluttered: this was it!
“Toby Thompson!” the dean called. Toby grunted as he ascended the stairs, his feeble leg muscles struggling to move his bulk, but he didn’t need to go far. He loomed over the dean who almost cowered as the bunny stood next to him, grabbing his diploma and smiling toward the professional photographer. Toby then waddled across the stage and joined Chad as they posed for Chad’s mom who had somehow snuck along the edge of the crowd for a surprise, and definitely unauthorized photo.
“Smile boys!” she said as the two friends hugged each other’s sides and grinned. They had done it. They had graduated. Now the world was their oyster and that thought both excited them as well as caused their bellies to loudly rumble.
They hoped there were going to be oysters at the reception…
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You can find Tony’s amazing story in its entirety here: Growing Up Story PDF
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Hey, thats basically me at graduation!
Just split into two thinner guys!
Just split into two thinner guys!
Haha! But we both know that their sizes combined only matches your big rump. You are easily twice as big as their combined girth.
I can't believe how fat they got. They look very cute, nice and fat... great drawings! The story is really nice, not focusing on weight gain only puts everything into perspective
and makes the weight gain even stand out more. One would almost get concerned about their physical condition... yeah really
and makes the weight gain even stand out more. One would almost get concerned about their physical condition... yeah really
They certainly ballooned out in all aspects. Looking at the highschool and college pictures to compare, makes me wonder how heavy they both are now.
Took a while to find the time to enjoy this little story and its illustrations the attention they deserve but it was well worth it! Excellent job, you two! I'm a sucker for how you rendered Big Spots here... especially at graduation ^^
I am really glad you enjoyed it Reggie!! Thank you so much for taking the time to read it!
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