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Delights of the Night Ft. Osmar Pt. 3 (ENG)

Published: January 13th 2025, 6:30:26 am

Five years after that unforgettable night when Osmar began his journey toward total transformation, his life had changed dramatically. What had once been an athletic, defined body was now a 450-pound lush mass of pure indulgence. His skin, marked by stretch marks that meandered like rivers over his abdomen and arms, told the story of every bite enjoyed without remorse. The prominent belly, round and firm, rested heavily on his legs as she sat, while his voluminous breasts seemed to compete for space in his tight T-shirt. His cheeks, now soft and full, framed a face that always seemed to glow, both from sweat and happiness. His legs, strong but overflowing, rubbed together as she walked, and arms had lost all definition, becoming pillars supporting his increasingly voluptuous body. The double chin that framed his rounded face was a constant reminder of his addiction to food.

Osmar was unrecognizable to many. Those who knew him in his college years, when he was the top athlete and a model of discipline, could not believe the transformation. “That's Osmar? No way,” they used to mutter, incredulous. His former group of friends could barely recognize the man he had once been, let alone understand how he had gone from having chiseled abs to a morbidly obese figure.

That afternoon, Osmar had a date with Valeria, his best friend from college, with whom he had shared countless afternoons of study and training sessions. He arrived at the agreed restaurant, panting slightly from the effort of walking from the parking lot. His face was red from the effort, and the tight T-shirt she wore did nothing to disguise her huge belly, which bulged out from under the edges. His shorts, which were too tight, showed the mark of his underwear and exposed part of his lower back, while beads of sweat ran down her forehead. Valeria, who was already seated, looked up and, not recognizing him at first, said, “Good afternoon, sir. I think you have made a mistake.”

Osmar smiled, showing a gesture she knew very well. At that instant, Valeria understood who was in front of his. “Osmar!” she exclaimed in astonishment. “Is that you? I can't believe it.”

They greeted each other with an awkward hug; Osmar had to bow slightly because of his size, and Valeria was overwhelmed by the contrast between the man in front of his and the athletic friend she had met. As they sat down, they began to talk about old times. “I remember when you were the best runner on the team,” Valeria commented. “Your abs were like from a magazine.” Osmar, now with his breathing more controlled, let out a chuckle. “Well, those times are behind me. Now I run... but only if there's pizza involved.”

They ordered the food. Osmar, true to his style, ordered a family pizza and fifteen hot wings, while Valeria opted for something lighter. During the conversation, Valeria couldn't help but watch as his friend eagerly devoured every bite. Osmar ate fast, as if each slice was a challenge he had to overcome. When he finished, he let out a loud belch that echoed in the restaurant, making some customers turn around. Valeria, visibly surprised, could only smile nervously. “You've definitely changed,” she said with a mixture of amazement and humor.

As night fell, Alejandro picked up Osmar at the restaurant to take him to the movies. As they drove, they both sang at the top of their lungs “Dancing Queen” by ABBA, laughing between each verse. Alejandro, always curious, asked him, “How did it go with Valeria?” Osmar recounted every detail, from his initial reaction to the burp that stunned the diners. They both burst out laughing, enjoying the trust and complicity they had built over the years.

They arrived at the movie theater and opted for the VIP area, a luxury they occasionally enjoyed. Osmar, despite having eaten so much with Valeria, could not resist the larger combo: popcorn, nachos, hot dogs and soft drinks. As the movie began, Alejandro watched his friend enjoy every bite with almost childlike enthusiasm. In the dimness of the theater, Osmar took Alejandro's hand and placed it on his belly, seeking a gesture of affection. Alejandro, understanding the moment, began to caress it gently. They both felt an intense connection, a bond that went beyond words. Osmar whispered a thank you before turning his attention back to the screen, while Alejandro smiled in the darkness.

Later, upon returning home, Alejandro prepared a special evening feast for Osmar. A variety of dishes were spread out on the table, including cakes, ice cream, and other exquisite delicacies. Osmar, excited, began to devour the food with evident pleasure. As he ate, Alejandro could not help but watch him with a mixture of admiration and desire. “You have accomplished so much, Osmar,” he said, approaching with a warm tone. “I'm proud of you.”

With his mouth full, he smiled and replied, “Thank you, Alejandro. With you all this has been possible.” As the night progressed, the two shared a moment of intimacy and complicity, further strengthening the bond that united them.

Osmar lay back on his bed, his body stretching out on the sheets, satisfied and full. Alejandro, sitting next to him, placed a hand on his belly and said softly, “There's always room for more.” With that phrase, they closed the night, knowing that their journey together was just beginning.

As the first lights of dawn filtered through the curtains, the room remained in a warm silence, interrupted only by their rhythmic breathing. Osmar, leaning back on the bed that barely supported his imposing figure, looked at Alejandro with a mixture of excitement and determination. “I want to get to 600 pounds,” he declared firmly, his voice charged with an ambition that seemed to light up the entire room.

Alejandro, still stroking his abdomen with slow movements, looked up in initial surprise, but soon a smile of pure complicity came across his face. “Let's get to work, then,” he replied with a tone that mixed enthusiasm and devotion. Both shared a deep look, as if in that instant they were sealing a pact. Alejandro began to speak enthusiastically, outlining ideas and strategies to achieve this new goal: even more indulgent meal plans, nights dedicated to exploring recipes, and moments that would turn his dream into an unparalleled experience.

Osmar, however, placed a hand over Alejandro's, stopping him. “Let this story be lived, not told,” he said serenely, his words laden with meaning.

Alejandro nodded, fully understanding his friend and now life partner's intention. What they would build together from that moment on would be something intimate, a deeply personal experience that did not need to be explained or shared with anyone else. As the city slowly awoke, the two remained in that shared space, a mixture of trust, complicity, and anticipation filling the air. Every smile, every caress, and every whisper sealed the promise of a future built from their own desires and dreams, far from external judgments.

And so, as the sun began to gently illuminate every corner of the room, the pact was made. They both knew that the road would be unique, full of challenges, pleasure and growth. But this time, it would not be about telling, but about living it intensely, in every moment, in every bite, and in every goal achieved.