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Mr. Smith 3
I think that my landlord, Mr. Smith gained some weight recently.
Mr. Smith 4
Isn’t he a lovely fella?
Handsome stranger 5
Saw him again today… he turned away for a moment while talking to some tourists who asked for direction … Heaven on Earth!
Handsome stranger 6
… then his buddy came … it looks like they are close friends. Lovely couple.
The Brotherhood Beneath
Hi guys,
I found myself back at that old, decrepit subway station today. You know the one — dark, forgotten, with its crumbling walls and distant echoes. I couldn’t stop thinking about the man I saw there the other day. The huge guy. Bald, bearded, shirtless. In his 60s, with a belly so massive, so outlandish, it felt like something you’d only see once in a lifetime.
There are those moments, rare and fleeting, when you know you’re witnessing something extraordinary. You just want to soak it in, commit every detail to memory because you know, deep down, it’s something special. That’s how I felt when I first saw him. I’ve been unable to shake the image of him since.
Today, I had to go back. I had to see him again.
Wandering deeper into the abandoned section of the station, where even the air feels forgotten, I suddenly caught sight of two figures in the distance. As I moved closer, their shapes became clearer. Two men, both in their 60s. Bald. Bearded. One was smaller, on the skinny side, fully dressed in worn clothes. The other… the other was gigantic, even larger than I’d remembered.
He stood there, shirtless, with a belly that seemed to defy reason — vast, round, and impossibly large. His pants were old and loose, belted beneath the enormous curve of his gut. And as I stared at him, it hit me: he looked exactly like the man I’d seen before, as if they were twin brothers separated only by the sheer size of their bellies.
It was surreal, almost uncanny, like I’d stumbled onto some strange secret of the station, hidden deep beneath the city.
Even as I stood there, just at the edge of what felt like their world, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was trespassing on something private, something sacred. It was as if I had crossed into their territory, a place not meant for outsiders, a hidden realm far removed from the rest of the world. I should’ve turned back. I knew that. But I couldn’t. I was drawn to them, magnetically pulled forward, step by step, my feet moving almost of their own accord.
My heart pounded in my chest, loud and erratic, like it might burst at any moment. The closer I got, the more mesmerizing the scene became. The smaller man was kneeling now, crouched low in front of the enormous belly of the giant man. His hands moved over the vast expanse of skin with an almost reverent touch, rubbing, patting, his fingers tracing gentle patterns across the gargantuan curve. But it was more than that — he wasn’t just touching it. He was kissing it, his lips pressing softly into the belly’s surface with a devotion that seemed almost otherworldly. There was a tenderness to it, a kind of dedication that words can’t fully capture. It was something that had to be seen, something deeper than just a physical act.
The big man moaned softly, a sound of pure contentment, his body shifting ever so slightly. Slowly, he began to turn his colossal belly from side to side, as if offering different parts of it to the smaller man’s hands and lips. His movements were gentle, unhurried, like this was a ritual they had performed many times before. The moans grew louder, deeper, the sound filling the empty space of the station, echoing off the walls. He was lost in the moment, in the care and love the smaller man was giving him.
And as I watched, I felt something warm blossom in my chest. It wasn’t what I expected. Instead of feeling like an intruder, like I was witnessing something strange or forbidden, I felt… reassured. There was something beautiful about it, something so genuine, so pure. It was a kind of care you don’t often see, an intimacy that went beyond words. Two close friends, maybe more than that, simply taking care of each other’s needs in the most natural, unspoken way.
I couldn’t explain why, but it filled me with a sense of peace. Something about that scene, about their connection, made the world feel a little kinder, a little warmer. And even though I stood there as an outsider, a part of me felt like I belonged, like I had stumbled onto something I didn’t even know I was searching for.
Just as I was about to turn and quietly slip away, not wanting to disrupt this moment of intimacy and mutual care, something shifted. The big guy, his enormous belly still swaying slightly from side to side, turned his head slowly toward me. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a split second, my heart stopped. I braced myself, expecting anger, resentment—anything but what came next.
To my surprise, his expression softened into the warmest, most inviting smile. His voice, deep and calm, echoed through the empty station, “Come closer.”
It wasn’t a command, but an invitation, gentle and reassuring. Despite the knots in my stomach and the nervous thrum of my pulse, I took a hesitant step forward. Then another. I half expected them to change their minds, to realize a stranger had been watching them and turn cold. But they didn’t. They remained warm, open, welcoming.
As I approached, the big guy extended his massive hand, and I shook it, my own feeling tiny in comparison. His skin was rough, calloused, but the gesture was so genuine that it put me at ease almost immediately. The smaller man followed suit, shaking my hand with a friendly nod. His grip was firm but gentle, a contrast to his wiry frame.
The big man introduced himself first, his deep voice resonating like the hum of an engine. “Name’s Ben,” he said, his belly shifting slightly as he moved.
The smaller man gave me a warm smile. “I’m Joseph,” he said simply, the devotion he’d just shown to Ben still evident in the softness of his eyes.
We exchanged a few pleasantries, and they both treated me with the kind of warmth you might show an old friend. There was no trace of irritation, no sign that I had intruded on something private. If anything, it felt as though they had welcomed me into their little world without a second thought.
After a few moments, Ben glanced at me with a curious look in his eye. “So, what brings you down here? Not many folks wander this far into the station.” His tone wasn’t accusing, just genuinely curious.
I hesitated, feeling a lump form in my throat. The truth was sitting heavy in my chest, something I had never shared with anyone before. But in that moment, with these two men looking at me with such kindness and openness, I felt like I could tell them anything.
I took a deep breath and opened my heart. “Honestly, it’s you,” I admitted. “Or, people like you. I saw another similar looking man the other day, Ben, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I’ve always been fascinated by extra-large men—men who are big and wide, who wear their size with pride. There’s something… powerful about it. Something unapologetic, something I admire.”
Ben chuckled, a deep rumble that made his belly shake ever so slightly. Joseph smiled knowingly beside him.
“I guess I’ve never really told anyone that,” I continued, my voice soft. “But when I saw this fella, Ben, it just… stayed with me. He wears his size so confidently, so naturally. I just had to see him again. I don’t know what I was expecting when I came back down here, but I knew I couldn’t just let that image fade away.”
Ben’s laugh grew into a full, warm chuckle that filled the space, and Joseph grinned widely, his eyes twinkling with understanding. There was no judgment in their faces, no awkwardness—just acceptance. It was as though my admission had unlocked something familiar to them, as if they had heard it before, or maybe even felt it themselves.
“Well, you’re not the first person to feel that way,” Ben said, his deep voice kind, almost fatherly. “It’s a rare thing, I guess, to see someone as big as me and be drawn to it in a good way, but it’s not as strange as you think.”
Joseph nodded, resting a hand on Ben’s massive gut with a familiar tenderness. “People don’t always understand it, but there’s something beautiful about embracing who you are, no matter the size. Ben’s taught me that.”
I felt a weight lift off my chest. Their acceptance, their openness, made it so much easier to talk to them. The words spilled out of me as if I’d been holding them back for years. “It’s just… you carry yourself with such confidence, like you’re at peace with who you are. I’ve never seen that in someone so… well, large. It’s inspiring. You don’t hide it. You own it.”
Ben smiled, his belly shifting slightly as he stood a bit taller. “I’ve had a lot of years to grow into who I am, kid,” he said with a grin. “There’s no point in hiding something this big. Might as well show the world what you’ve got, right?”
Joseph chuckled softly. “He’s right. Confidence is something you earn, not something you’re born with. And it doesn’t come easy. But when you’ve got it, there’s no turning back.”
I found myself nodding along, completely mesmerized by their words, their energy. I had expected to feel embarrassed, out of place, but instead, I felt like I belonged in that moment. The abandoned station around us, the forgotten space, seemed to fade away, leaving only the connection between us.
Ben looked at me, his smile never fading. “You don’t need to hide your fascination or be ashamed of it. There’s nothing wrong with appreciating something different. Hell, I appreciate it every day.”
“And,” Joseph added, “we’re all just trying to take care of each other in this world. That’s what we do.”
At that moment, as if sensing my openness and the connection that had formed between us, Ben and Joseph exchanged a glance. It was a silent conversation, a knowing look passing between them. Then Ben turned to me, his deep, steady voice breaking the silence.
“Well, I guess it’s time we told you the full story,” he said, his tone still friendly but laced with a seriousness that drew me in even closer. He gestured to an old bench nearby, and we all sat down, the cold stone beneath us a reminder of the forgotten station we were standing in.
“We’re part of a brotherhood,” Joseph started, his voice soft but clear. “A group of men—about fifty of us, give or take—who’ve chosen to live here, in this old, abandoned part of the station. Away from prying eyes. Away from the judgment of the outside world.”
Ben nodded, picking up where Joseph left off. “Most of us are older, in our 60s or so. Men who’ve lived full lives up above, but somewhere along the way, we decided that life wasn’t for us anymore. We broke ties with the world. Families, jobs, responsibilities… we left it all behind.”
I blinked, the weight of their words slowly sinking in. Fifty men, living together in this hidden world beneath the city. A community, unseen, unnoticed, living in the shadows of society.
Joseph smiled, a little wistfully. “You’d be surprised how many men like us are out there. Men who don’t fit into the neat boxes the world tries to shove us into. Some of us lost everything and had nowhere else to go. Some of us chose this life. But for all of us, this place… it became home.”
Ben leaned back, his massive belly stretching out before him like a monument to his years spent in this underground world. “It’s a brotherhood. A closed community. We take care of each other, in good times and bad. We’re a family, of sorts. But it’s not like any family you’ve ever known.”
I was transfixed. The idea of a group of men, living in a secluded part of the station, far away from the world’s judgments, seemed both surreal and strangely beautiful. “So, you just… live down here? All of you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah,” Ben said, nodding. “We live together, eat together, take care of each other. Some of us have been here for decades, others for just a few years. But we’ve built something real down here. Something that works for us.”
Joseph chuckled softly. “It’s not just living, though. There’s more to it. Some of us… well, we’re what you’d call ‘extreme gainers.’ Men who’ve decided to embrace our size, to grow as big as we can, unapologetically. It’s a part of who we are.”
Ben smiled at me, patting his immense belly. “You’ve noticed, haven’t you? Men like me, men who’ve become so large, we almost don’t fit into the world above anymore. It’s a lifestyle choice. We don’t hide it. We embrace it.”
I nodded, speechless. It made sense now—the size, the pride, the confidence I had seen in Ben and in the way Joseph had tended to him. They weren’t just men living in the shadows; they were men living life on their own terms, without shame or hesitation.
Joseph’s eyes softened as he continued. “Some of us are gainers. Others, like me, are feeders. We help take care of the gaining brothers, making sure they get everything they need to grow bigger and bigger. It’s a form of devotion, a way of showing love and care. The bigger they get, the more we support them.”
Ben added, “It’s not just about the food, though. It’s about community. Connection. The belly is just a symbol of it. We feed each other in more ways than one. We take care of each other’s needs—physical, emotional, everything. It’s a bond stronger than most people would understand.”
I felt a warmth spread through my chest as they spoke, their words sinking in. This wasn’t just about physical size—it was about connection, trust, and mutual care. A brotherhood that had formed out of necessity, but had grown into something deeper, something sacred.
Ben continued, his voice quieter now. “You see, up there in the world, people like me—like us—are seen as outsiders. Freaks, even. But down here, in our community, we’re not judged. We’re celebrated. We’re free to be ourselves, no matter how big we get. No matter what we look like.”
“And for the feeders, it’s a way to show love,” Joseph added, glancing at Ben with a fondness that spoke volumes. “We dedicate ourselves to helping the ones we care about. Making sure they’re happy, healthy, growing. It’s a partnership, really. A mutual need that we fulfill together.”
I sat there, stunned, absorbing everything they were telling me. This wasn’t just a group of homeless men eking out a living underground. This was a brotherhood, a community that had formed a life around the principles of acceptance, pride, and care. They had created a world where they could be who they were without fear of judgment, where size was celebrated, not shamed.
Ben’s voice broke into my thoughts. “You came down here because you were curious, fascinated by men like me. And that’s okay. What we do isn’t for everyone. But we don’t hide it, either. We’re proud of who we are.”
Joseph smiled warmly. “If you ever want to come back, you’re welcome here. We don’t get many visitors, but we’re always open to someone who sees us for who we are, without judgment.”
I felt a lump form in my throat, gratitude and awe swirling inside me. I had stumbled into their world by accident, but now I didn’t want to leave. There was something so pure about the way they lived, so free from the constraints of society’s expectations. It was a world I hadn’t known existed, but one that I was grateful to have found.
Ben stood up, his towering frame casting a long shadow across the abandoned station. “It’s not easy, living like this,” he said, his voice soft but strong. “But for us, it’s the only way. We’ve chosen this life. We take care of each other, we grow together, and we live without regret.”
Joseph rose beside him, placing a hand on his friend’s massive belly, the gesture as natural as breathing. “It’s not about how big we are,” he said, his voice tender. “It’s about the love, the care. That’s what really matters.”
As I stood there, I realized just how right they were. I had come into this space, thinking I was trespassing on something private and hidden. But now, standing with them, shaking hands and sharing stories, it felt like I had been invited into something far deeper—a sense of pride, of understanding, and of connection that I hadn’t expected to find.
The warmth I felt around my heart earlier had grown, filling my chest as I looked at these two men. Ben and Joseph weren’t just extraordinary because of their size or their openness—they were extraordinary because they embodied a kind of acceptance and love that was rare and beautiful. They weren’t just taking care of each other; they were offering that same care to me, a stranger who had stumbled into their world.
I stood with them, feeling a sense of reverence for the life they had built. As I said my goodbyes, shaking hands with both of them, I realized how much this moment had changed me. I had come down here out of curiosity, drawn by something I couldn’t quite explain. But I was leaving with so much more—a deeper understanding of what it meant to live without shame, to embrace who you are, no matter how different you may be.
As I walked away, the station behind me, I couldn’t help but smile. I knew I would return to this hidden world again someday. Not just to see Ben and Joseph, but to feel that sense of belonging, that warmth that I had found in the depths of an abandoned subway station, far away from the judging eyes of the world above.
And I, for the first time in a long time, felt seen. Truly seen.
The Brotherhood Beneath 2
Ben and Joseph
Handsome stranger 7
I spotted him again today … I noticed that one of his buddies stopped by for a moment to check on him and make sure he was okay.
Handsome stranger 8
Lovely scene.
