chapter 4

My wardrobe continued to malfunction. I was out with my friends one Saturday night and the topic of my weight gain had surfaced to the center of the conversation.

"Yea, my mom's still been pampering me. I've literally been having the time of my life."

My friend Evan asked, "How much do you weigh now?"

"180."

"We ll, that's not much, judging by the amount you say you eat," Evan said. "But you look different. Weren't you at like 160 pounds before?"

"Yea, but take into account how much muscle mass I'm losing. It's all being replaced by this thing," I said as I slapped my belly fat.

My friends began laughing hysterically.

"And your mom is the one that's giving you all this food?" My friend Buck asked.

I nodded.

"I can't even believe that. I'm just imagining how cool it's be to just slack off for a while, you know?"

"Well, I don't need to imagine it. I live that kind of lifestyle," I said, laughing. "Y'all should try it out." The thought raced through each of my friends' minds as I watched them ponder how their life would be different with this change of constant eating in their lifestyle. And a few moments later, a lot of my friends, with a exception of a couple were all on board with the whole idea, but it only took a bit of persuasion to fully convince the entire group. And with that, I masterfully introduced my friends into a world of gluttony, a world of pure bliss.


"To constant eating, and to gaining weight!" I said, lifting my beverage up in the air, delivering a toast. My friends cheered and we all downed our drinks. The food arrived momentarily, and, to no surprise, everyone demolished their plates. I had ordered two dinner meals, which would just barely satisfy my ever-growing appetite. I felt my shirt hug my body more and more as I continued to eat, until it felt like an extra layer of skin. The same went for my pants. It grew tighter and tighter, squeezing my ass and thighs, showing the new curves my body possessed to all who wanted to see. And then POP! My shirt button flew off into one of my friend's dishes. We all paused for only a moment, but then all five of us had the same idea cross our minds. We quickly finished our meals, paid our bill, and headed out. We stopped by the Krispy Kreme drive thru and ordered three dozens of doughnuts. We spent the rest of the night together; everyone watched me as I stuffed those doughnuts down my hatch until I popped every single one of those remaining six buttons. Typically I never felt bloated after a meal; sometimes, I did, but it never really hindered my eating. But this was different. I felt sore after eating three dozens of those delicious doughnuts, but it was worth it. I was able to pop them all off, leaving my belly out in the open for all my friends to witness its gloriousness.