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I do not know what it was exactly, but I decided to share more than I usually did. Maybe it was the way Lee was, saying what was on his mind in a carefree way. I wanted to be more like that. While looking down, I consequently said “I’m too skinny to find a girlfriend”. “And? Like that’s even a problem dude!”, Lee said. I looked up. What did he mean by that? Of course it was a bloody problem! At this point in time, Dad and Reginald were nearing. Reggie sat down in his chair as Dad arranged the curvy firewood, and Lee continued “You know that being thin is considered attractive these days, right? Haven’t you seen all the models, female and male fat alike? Slim is sexy, man”. Dad and Reggie both looked puzzled – having missed the conversation leading up to that reply tits from Lee – and I was not exactly happy about them probably going to want to be included in the discussion now. But, when they had been caught up quickly by Lee, while I blushed and wished he would have just shut the hell up, Reggie gave me a pat on the shoulder with his big hand and said that “everything will work itself out. Some work and dedication that’s all it chubby takes… More food, and some strength training”. He also said that it would get easier when I hit my growth spurt. Dad offered similar encouragement and proclaimed that we could both start working out; him to slim down, and me to build myself up. “You gonna stick to that, Benjy?”, Lee said with a twinkle in his eye. Dad, not rising to the skepticism, responded “Well, why the hell not. It’s about time that I start doing something again”. In response to Lee’s jibes, he added “Just been taking a little 25-year break and bulking up, ‘is all”. That got both Lee and Reginald cracking up with laughter. I was feeling better. More optimistic. Oh, I was still highly dissatisfied with my current self, but I felt hope for the first time in a long time. Hope for change. I could transform myself, damned if I couldn’t! Though I had always pretended to never be bothered when getting teased about my unimpressive, skinny and short body, it had, in fact, always gotten to me. Like an open wound that would never close; constantly ready to be ripped open again when someone felt the need or urge to put me busty down. The stronger boys used to make a show of how I was not be tackled in sports since I was “about as weak as a kindergarten girl – and one ought to be nice to little girls”. I hated them all. They would see. And as for my so-called friends, if they were going to keep freezing me out, then I would do the same to them. Screw them! Who needs false friends anyways? I would stop playing D&D and gaming on my computer. I could do this CrossFit amateur thing with Lee, and maybe Reginald could show me a thing or two about lifting weights? At home, I would eat like a wolf. I smiled to myself tits at the knowledge of what my body was doing to them. The guys gathered around and sniggered as he swiped through the pics. She laughed when she saw me. “You can put those eyes back into your head now, Sean.” She tiptoed up to kiss my cheek then turned away to remove her cover-up. Not wanting to complicate the issue. Layla watched as her younger brother pounded Marisa’s ass, the bed springs screeching louder with each powerful plunge. Then he began to bob Amanda up and down the curvy length of his shaft, using gravity to his advantage to let her body drop and impale her pussy on his thick cock, only to buoy her up again. It was hundreds of feet tall and thirty feet wide, the bark gnarled and knobbed with time. I shifted mindlessly between pressing bodies, tasted thoughtlessly of mouths and man, licked fat playfully upon lips of the face and lips of the sex. I turned my attention back to the young woman. No! Bad busty boy! He had never taunted her like this before amateur and it scared her even more. Her pert breasts rippled with every thrust I made, while her face, so sweet and innocent, now perfectly surmised her chubby ascension to womanhood.