Chapter 2 - first stuffing

I run to the walls and stuff all the Jolly Ranchers, milk duds, and jaw breakers I can into my mouth. Everything tastes as good as it looks! Maybe even better if that's possible. I feel a thick layer of sugar coat my throat as I start stuffing myself silly with gummy worms, gummy bears, and tootsie rolls. As I consume more kitkats, snickers, and milky ways than had ever in my life, I feel like I'm in a trance. Alone, I can stuff my face and not worry about what anyone else thinks. I feel free. My hands bring food to my mouth without my brain telling them to. My mouth opens and chews like a machine. My mind is alive. I feel so in touch with myself. I am aware of the food as it enters my mouth and trickles down my esophagus.

I start feeling full. That's ridiculous! Not having breakfast must have shrunk my stomach. I looked down at my tummy as I chewed several laugh taffys. Only slightly distended. If it wasn't pushing against my shirt before, it is now. But it's just barely stretching the fabric. If I eat enough right now, I won't need to make dinner. This is a fiscally responsible choice! Excellant!

My mind made up that the more calories I eat right here, right now, the less I have to pay for later, I went back to my feast with renewed vigor. I started to feel a little sick, but that was nothing compared to the euphoria that eating all this candy was giving me.

As the half an hour mark rolled by, I had slowed my pace considerably. I loosened my belt one notch to find it was still a bit tight. Another notch looser was more comfortable. My breathing was labored, my arms were sore from bringing food to my mouth, my jaw was sore from chewing, and I looked a bit pregnant. I had been well past full for a while now, but an opportunity to eat this much doesn't come along very often, so I trudged on.

Around 40 minutes in, I was exhausted. I had no idea how much I'd eaten, but I felt huge. I eyed an enormous container of chocolate syrup. It looked like a tank! I turned a spigot and got myself a full cup of it. It was thick and tasted like pure bliss. Before I knew it, the cup was empty. I felt the last gulp trickle down my throat. Incredible.

I subconsciously place my hand on my belly and giggled noting how different it feels. There's a thin squishy layer of fat right underneath my skin, and under that jiggly tire, I can feel my expanded stomach. It's noticeably larger that it was when I came in. I can fit 4 fingers on the exposed portion of my midriff, where before I could only fit 1! I loosen my belt again to realize it's not keeping my shorts up anymore. I smiled, poking my distended gut. The tightness I felt was not from my tight belt; it was from my pants getting tighter. I sit down to put my belt away in my purse, and find it much harder than I expected. Wow. I'm pretty stuffed and exhausted, but I want more. A lot more.

I don't think I have the energy to stand back up. Sitting, I can feel my shorts rebelling. If I lie down, that might help. My shorts adjust themselves to just barely uncover my belly button when I lie down. I unbutton them to relieve some tension and the zipper immediately gives way to my exploding food baby. Oh my God I can barely see my feet! Just the toes on top of my enormous gut. I schooch best I can closer to the machine and stick my head under a spigot.

I open my mouth and turn on the flow. The delicious flavor returns home to my mouth. I gulp and gulp and feel again like I'm in a trance. Nothing is more perfect than this moment. I put my hand on my beer belly and feel it slowly rise. Although my shorts are unbuttoned and unzipped, I can feel them becoming even tighter. I grab and massage my stomach. It's incredible how much more of it there is now. It's hard, yet squishy, and almost feels hollow, like a balloon! The sensation of eating and getting bigger is incredible. I poke my gut, seeing how much it will give to the pressure of my finger. It's so mushy and sloshy; I love it! I can see it jiggle. I squeeze my fat, enjoying my food baby.