Lesson learned: cody

Chapter 2

*Ping* I heard as I got up, and I looked down at the sidewalk and saw my pants button sitting in front of me, and I couldn't even see if there was a tear or anything on my pants. I tried sucking in and pushing my belly down, but I could not look at my thighs to see if there was a tear on my shorts.
I walk into Kohl’s, “ Hi, Welcome,” the cashier says as she turns towards me, and her smile turns into a frown as she explains store policy, “ sir, I’m going to need you to exit the store and return with a shirt. We do not allow customers to remove their tops and shop shirtless as it may affect the other shoppers.” She finished, and her frown returned to a grin as I slumped my head in despair and exited the premises to avoid further humiliation.
I went where home was and found no one familiar, and I wondered what had happened to my mom.Regardless I needed help as I was hungry and couldn’t go anywhere besides a homeless shelter for clothes.
Unfortunately, “they don’t have clothes that large,” mocked the friendly homeless shelter worker, as I would have had to wear a size x-large when I was a size 2XL or larger. I looked ridiculous, and he grinned as I shuffled away.
I spent my next few weeks reacquainting myself with the world and rejoining the university. Within my first week, I heard snickers wherever I huffed and puffed, walking to the next class. Some gave me cards to a gym, and a man who calls himself the feeding god gave me his number if I wanted him to “make me swell up way more than I could imagine because no average person gets this big. “
“Move fatty, I’m in a hurry, “ was said as I blocked the way, slowly shuffling my way up the stairs. I wish I were nicer. I can’t imagine what life would have been if I didn’t make that guy feel bad. But even now, he’s a twig compared to me. My belly is huge, most people can’t wrap their arms around my waist, and I am too fat for most average scales. to be skinny again. It will never be in my cards, though.
The chastity cage is still on, and I don't have the key; this is not good. Then it hits me; the food smells divine. I don’t know where the smell comes from, but I want to eat it.
I walked as fast as possible, searching until I found the store. I walked in, forgetting I was shirtless, letting all my blubber show to the world, but it was a different state of mind now. I was entranced and could not escape until the food filled my belly.
“ Sir, unless you have a shirt nearby, I’m going to have to ask you politely to leave and return with clothing. “ the worker said with a grin so wide you could tell he was trying to hold back laughter. “ But please, sir, I’m so hungry,” I said, pleading for help. They said, “ I’m sorry, it’s not my policy, but there is a nearby taco truck for you on the way toward the homeless shelter.” He finished and said it sympathetically.
Do I look homeless? I guess so. I ducked my head and exited another store. I eventually found the taco truck, but not before using most of my energy. I was sweating and out of breath. I ordered seven tacos. I was so hungry, and I ordered a giant Coca-Cola for good measure.