chapter 2

chapter 2

there was no question as to why he was obese. i ate two pieces and was quite full. but somehow, over the next hour, he finished both pizzas. we ordered more wine. i found it very arousing, how he could just keep eating, how he could fit all that food inside, although i could see that his belly was filling out even more, getting harder, rounder. he reached under the table and with some effort lifted up his gut with one hand, reaching under it to undo the button of his pants and loosen his belt.

he sighed, obviously relieved. ah, that's better, he said, trying with no luck to pull down his t-shirt, which had rode up quite high, exposing a good six inches of fat. i couldn't help but move closer to him and reach under the table to rub exposed belly fat. he closed his eyes and leaned back.

do you like that? i said, tracing slow circles around his bloated, growing stomach. putting my finger gently in hi deep belly button.

oh yeah, that feels amazing, if you keep doing that i things might digest enough to let me eat another pizza, he laughed. these pizzas are exceptional, he said, good choice.

well, i'll keep doing it then, i said, we exchanged a conspiratorial glance. he asked to see the menu again.

by the time we left, he looked a bit uncomfortable, but very satisfied, holding his distended, engorged stomach with both hands. groaning softly he said, i don't know if i can move.

well, there's a hotel right next door, can you make it that far? i asked.
he put his jacket back on but even when he heaved himself up, he couldn't do up the buttons, not even with his standing belly, not even close. slowly, i helped him walk the short distance to the hotel. it was obviously difficult, he was short of breath after the five minutes it took us to make it next door. we got a room, and made our way slowly down the hall. he was holding onto his stomach, and swayed heavily back and forth. we unlocked the door and went inside.

he immediately undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. the jacked and shirt came off next. the boxers stayed on, the waistband emphasizing his massive, hard, beach ball gut. it was full to capacity, and he held it underneath, rubbing his underbelly softly as he collapsed onto the bed.