Chapter 2 - the celebration

I stood outside the hotel waiting for my Uber. My breath rose in the cold Kansas air, it was a shitty time of the year to be in the middle of nowhere. I was poorly dressed for the cold, in an attractively tight pair of black slacks and a cute button down top with a stylish leather waist belt. Luckily I was heavily buzzed. I hadn't eaten since my pizza binge now 12 hours ago (an entire sleep away) and the cheap beers were working doubly well. Only a couple miles from the strip of asphalt the served as the airport I was beginning to doubt that the driver would know of anywhere to get a decent meal and a stiff drink. I looked up as the newish Impala pulled up and I hopped into the back seat hoping the driver would know of some local Mexican joint or a mom and pop's Italian restaurant.
The man was tapping his phone inquisitively.
"Miss did you put in an address?" the driver asked.
"No, I was hoping you would know of somewhere to get a decent dinner and a drink?" I didn't want to flat out say I wanted to basically gorge but I would guide his suggestion if there were any options.
"Well its a Friday and its kinda getting late" he said, as my smile faded.
"But I mean it is a college town and and the kitchen in the bars usually stay open pretty late"

"Its a college town?!" I said in almost disbelief looking out as the sun fell behind endless hay fields.

"Its not a huge school but its a state college. Downtown is pretty modest, but theres four or five places within a few minutes walk of each other."

He dropped me off in front of an old time movie theater (closed) and pointed me towards a couple bars that should still be serving food. I could already see college kids standing out on the side walk, laughing, smoking and finishing beers.

I walked towards the fist open place in a row of three or four lit up buildings. It seemed like an Irish pub, not exactly what I was looking for but at this point I was starving. Once inside I was surprised to find a loud jovial crowd even with the room being dimly lit. I could see four girls taking shots at the bar in a row and a group of clearly inebriated guys playing darts (probably a bad idea). I sat at the closest unoccupied booth and was pleasantly surprised when a when a waitress almost immediately walked up with a menu.
"Hello darling!" she said with a very country accent. "All domestic drafts are $2 dollars tonight and we're having a special on burgers as well" she finished with a big smile.

It was only a matter of time before before I had a appetizer of loaded potato skins for four in front of me with a tall beer. I immediately chugged the beer, knowing it would lose its effects once I had a belly full of greasy food. I had to sit back for a moment now that I had a fourth beer in my belly and just look at the potato skins, loaded with cheese, bacon bits, sour cream and some kind of ranch sauce. I picked up the first one and took a small bite. Then a larger one, and finally I finished the first one. By the third potato skin I was eating them in whole bites. About halfway through the plate the bartender brought a second beer and took my order for a double cheese burger with a side of tots. I quickly drank the second beer to try to maintain my buzz. Too quickly and it felt for a moment as though I was suddenly feeling a bit full. I didn't care, and I continued to wolf down the appetizer. Finally the plate was gone and my burger arrived (with another beer). I drank the beer quickly, but not like the last two. My focus was on the heaping double burger in front of me, shining with the grease dripping off of it. I felt the juices run down my chin as I bit into it, a long string of cheese connected my mouth as I bit off a large chunk. For a moment I just let it sit in my mouth, then I swallowed and felt the large bite travel into my already full tummy. The next few bites were not as slow. I would describe them more as feverish, trying to force the greasy sandwich into my stomach. Half way through the burger I set it down and leaned back. I tried to stifle a large burp, the kind that you feel travel all the way up your body. If it hadn't been so noisy in the room Im sure every one would have stared, but most in the room were already pretty tipsy. I took a moment to chug some of the beer putting it down to a quarter full. Looking at the burger I took a deep breath and took bite after bite until it was gone. I was now thoroughly stuffed and my waist band felt tight (which is rare because my ass is so much wider than my waste). I looked down at my belly to see it rounding outwards. It tugged playfully at the buttons of my form fitting top, slightly pushing over my belt. Now pretty tipsy I just smiled totally satisfied by my life at that moment. I picked up my beer and slowly finished it in one long exaggerated gulp (burping through my nose twice in-between chugs). When I sat the mug down I heard a D.J. say his opening line. Two tall drafts and the three hotel beers had my mind pleasantly humming. My eyes were lightly closed and I could feely my hand absentmindedly stroking my food baby. It gave me a warm fuzzy feeling playing with my belly that I usually tried to ignore. I was disturbed by staggering college age kids bumping forcefully into my table. One used the table top to steady herself, exposing an extra large amount of lush cleavage from a very low cut top, mostly shielded by long brown hair not the actual top. They seemed to swell outward as she took in a long breath.
"Sofie!!!" she exclaimed. I tore my eyes from her chest to focus on her face. They were the two flight attendants from the trip into this bizarre little town. I just stared at there faces smiling dumbly, I had no idea what their names were. They didn't seem to notice as the bumped into each other scooting into the booth across from me. The second girl was a rail thin blonde who seemed even more drunk than the buxom brunette. She just seemed to stare glassy eyed off in the distance.
"How looong have you been here?!" the brunette almost yelled across the table at me, her words slightly slurred and elongated. I thank on my words for a few moments to seem as sober as possible, I had to attempt to be a respectable pilot.
"Oh I just came down for a couple beers" I said picking up my beer glass for a swig. I immediately felt dumb when I noticed it was empty.
"You should have called us! Im from here!" she replied in an entirely to friendly manner. "We've been doing two drinks at each bar and this is the last one". As though on cue the waitress walked up.
"You brought friends!" She said again with her country drawl.
"She's our pilot" The skinny blonde stated matter-o-factly. At this point the brunette stepped in explaining the exciting life of a flight attendant. I drifted back off enjoying my full tummy. Just my hand traveled to my belly I aw the brunette look me over and then ask
"What are your drink specials?."
"Irish car bombs and two dollar draft beers" she replied looking at the blonde girl now swaying in her seat.
"First rounds on me!" The brunette exclaimed "Three car bombs!" and with that the waitress looked at me, like I was the source of sound judgment. I just nodded.
Five minutes latter three foamy pints of Guinness with shots appeared.
"I need water and food" The blonde stated pushing away the drink.
"Can we get a plate of potato skins and three waters?" I asked the waitress as she turned to leave.
"Good thinking hun" She smiled at me. I don't know why but this pissed me off. I picked up my drink and brunette girl mirrored me, together we dropped our shots in.
"Cheers!" She exclaimed, and together we chugged the drinks in long throaty gulps. Somehow I ended up eating most of the potato skins.
"We can't let this go to waste" I said grabbing the beer from the blonde.
"All you cutie" The brunette said smiling at me. Part of me was confused by this, part of me wasn't.
The next round of car bombs was somehow my idea and they went down quicker. We moved on to the next bar (back tracking for the flight attendants) and things started to get very very blurry. Somewhere along the third stop the skinny blonde girl became the sober one, and at the fourth stop she called herself a cab back to the hotel.
"She can be such a buzzkill" Alexa said (the brunette, I had picked her name up during the blond girls bitching)
We were now at some kind of Mexican margarita bar and the two drink per place rule was out the window. I set down my fourth margarita and felt my head roll around my shoulders drunkenly.
"Lets dance!" Alexa yelled, snapping me back to reality. I had lost my belt and my shoes (both entirely too constricting). It was some kind of slow mariachi music and she wrapped her arms around me playing the part of the man. I hadn't noticed how much taller than me she was and every time I felt my face fall forward I came closer and closer to falling into her massive tits, now even more exposed, top pulled down and hair swept back. I don't remember who kissed who, but I do remember kissing. She helped me into a cab and I remember seeing the Taco Bell sign come into focus. Incase I didn't mention, I love food. Im also the queen of drunk munchies. In my drunken state I ordered more food than I ever have and I let Alexa feed me bite after bite. I remember he smiling. I remember laying in the hotel bed, her kneeling next to me. She was rubbing my swollen bulging belly with one hand unbuttoning my pants with another. I remember her being on top of me, straddling me just below my belly in just her bra and panties. When I couldn't take another bite she would stroke between my legs and as I breathed deeply she would put another bit in my mouth. She stripped the last of her clothes off and fed me one last massive burrito. When the food was gone she placed one of her huge breasts in my mouth. I remember screaming in pleasure seeing her brunette hair between my legs over the top of my distended