Summertime slob

Chapter 2 - tight squeeze

A week or so later, you invite Dan round to your student house as you are about to head home for summer to parents who will provide unholy portions of whatever you like, whenever you like.

As Dan walks up the drive, he notices the many pizza and burger boxes squished into the overfilled bin. To him, it looks like you've been on a seven day binge using what's left of your student loan, but that doesn't bother him much at all.

The doorbell rings and you take a good 20 seconds heaving yourself from the sofa you've sunken into for the past couple of hours. As you steady yourself on the feet, a remarkable tubby belly spills out over your strained jeans. You've been in trackies all week, but wanted to look good for Dan, so spent a good sweaty 45 minutes trying to haul the jeans over your backside and make the button match from a good 1/2 foot apart.

Dan is taking you to lunch, "Your choice," he said over the phone. "If you wanna binge out, I got time for that." You do wonder how Dan doesn't have much of an appetite given the amount he's in the gym and burning carbs, while your idea of burning them is a regular waddle to the kitchen and back, which is all of 10 metres and a struggle these days. You said to Dan you'd like an Italian, and that you got. A special restaurant doing 3 heavenly courses.

Your belly bounces as you stumble to the front door. Dan is stood there, looking fitter than just last week, wearing a t-shirt that immediately contoured the muscles underneath, and a snug pair of shorts. How could you know someone so sexy and look like a blob yourself? Dan half gasped as you opened the door for him but then resisted taking it any further. He was observing your hanging belly and love handles splitting out at the sides. "You look lovely," he immediately said. "Been up to much?" He made a glance towards the bin.

"Oh, just having a clear out of bits. Really takes it out of you!" You replied. "Oh, so those are just from the last year then?" Dan pointed towards the fast food boxes.

"No, that was just what I've been getting my energy from the week," you responded innocently. "Oh, cool, at least you're keeping them locals in business," Dan looked surprised. "You ready to go piggy?"

You make a quick weather check. Overcast. You go grab your coat from the hanger, you have a mass collection of coats and jackets, many of which haven't been an option to wear in the last few weeks as they had shrunk a little against your stomach and you were unable to squeeze the zip together. You were going for the 'tight fit' look today, so grab a down jacket a couple of sizes too small. It looks more like a cropped down jacket, but it's shine and silk makes you feel like you're glimmering. You groan, moan and grunt as you struggle to pull over your wide chest. With a squeeze, you finally manage to pull it across your loose belly, Dan watching you the whole time, looking slightly entertained. As you pull the straining zip as far it will go, nearly half way, the puffiness of your down jacket just highlights your largeness now. You waddle out the front door, all your clothing creaking in protest. You really are going for a tight squeeze today.