Chapter 1 - part 1

I took a cart from the aisle. No one was using it. I had a list of foods I could eat on the new diet I was trying. I could only eat fruits and nuts. I had to lose at least 10 pounds to make it into the basketball team. I was the perfect height, but I needed to be a bit skinnier. I was already skinny, I just didn't want to get winded as easily. My friend, Matt, already was in the basketball team. He was perfect for it. He was extremely strong and rock-hard abs of steel. My other friend, Grafton, he was sort of average. He had a normal height and a normal weight. He played football instead. As I was walking down the freezer aisle to get some veggie burgers, I saw a man grab out a huge tub of ice cream. He had on khaki shorts and a light pink polo. He had his hair in a curly fauxhawk. As I was looking at his perfect hair, I started to look down a bit more. As I went down his scale, I saw a bulging stomach. It probably held a solid 30 pounds. His shirt was clearly bound to rise up if it wasn't tucked into his shorts and tightened with a stretched belt. That's when I realized I wanted to be like that man. I started to get a boner to be honest. I don't know why. I walked over to him, leaving my old cart behind. "Hey! I'm John, what's your name?"
"I'm Gabe."
"Ha! I know someone named Gabe, perhaps I can know your last name?"
"Hosmer. Gabe Hosmer."
"Hosmer!" I said a bit too loud. "We went to high school together!"
"You must be John Goodman, eh?"
"Yeah! That's me."
"I see you stayed into shape the past two years."
"Well, yeah. I try."
"And you're saying I don't?" he said in a deep groan.
"N- no, I me-"
"I'm jokin' buddy!" he swung his arm around my shoulder.
"Ha, ha." I blushed. "We should hangout!"
"Yeah, sure. I got nuthin' to do now."
"Aren't you shopping?"
Gabe kicked the cart's wheels to the left. "Not anymore!"
He grabbed my hand. We left the store while he laughed at his own jokes. As he walked, his stomach wobbled side to side. I wanted to be like Gabe. I was sick and tired of being skinny. Plus, what did a bit of padding do to anyone?

We arrived at a buffet. It wasn't nice at all. All it served was fried chicken and dessert. My flat stomach growled. Gabe had already went to the bar to get food. I ordered our drinks. Gabe brought back a full platter. "Thanks! Wha-"
Gabe swatted my hand. "Go get your plate!"
Instead of getting my food, I watched Gabe eat. Every chicken thigh, breast, and stick, his stomach seemed to still growl. I decided to get my own food. I started off with eating five chicken breasts. I felt full. "I'm already full, Gabe."
"No such thing as full. Keep eating!"
I refused to. Gabe swapped seats to sit next to me. He grabbed one of his chicken thighs and force-fed it to me. His bulging stomach laying on my right thigh. "I can't! I might bust out of my pants!"
'When was that ever a problem?"
I looked down to see Gabe's shorts have been unbuttoned this whole time. As I kept chewing, I loosened my belt. I moaned. It was pretty awkward. I could barely breathe with how full I am. Seconds later I unbuckled my belt. Soon after, I unbuttoned my pants. Gabe kept feeding me. If I kept doing this, I'll be bigger than him!
After the buffet, we went to the clothing center. We first went to Nike to get me some clothes for basketball. I picked out some neon orange shorts and a coordinating shirt. I also picked up a grey long-sleeved undershirt and a yellow tank-top. All of them were in a size medium. I went into the dressing room. Gabe came in with some clothes as well. He brought the same things as me, but in different colors and sizes. I tried on the shorts and they seemed tight. I was always a size medium or small at Nike. They could fit around my waist, but they were extremely snug against the thigh and ass region. First, I tried on the long-sleeved shirt and put on the tank-top over it. It fit tight as well. While Gabe was putting on his shorts, I saw his stomach jiggle again. He was putting on his shirt when I said, "I shouldn't have ate that much."
Gabe stopped midway and took off the shirt. He walked over to me and we both looked in the mirror. He scratched my back and put his arm around my neck. He patted me twice. "Nah, their sizes just run small."
"That's weird."
"Ha ha. Yeah it is." Gabe said while smacking my extended midsection.
My phone buzzed. I got a text from Grafton saying he was on his way. I accientally left my location on. Gabe looked over. "Who's that?"
"Grafton."
'Graf! My best friend?"
"Yep."
"Tell him to come over here!"
"He is, but he can't see us like this!"
'What do you mean?"
"My ass is busting out of my pants! That's what I mean!"
"Oh well."
"I'm buying these and changing."
"Oh, can you buy mine too?"
"What!?"
"I'v e spent too much money on food."
"***."

I wore my new neon orange shorts. I wore the grey undershit and the neon orange shirt. "How do I look?"
"Porky." Gabe licked his lips.
"Wow, thanks."