chapter 2

Ben stares at his friend in shock. "Dude."
"What?" Jones asks innocently.
"You're having.. two cakes, a plate of calamari, a heaping pile of waffles, and chicken wings."
"And a milkshake."
"And a milkshake."
Jones shrugs, digging his fork in for another bite. "I'm hungry."
"Your stomach is distended. You look like you're having a food baby."
"You're one to talk."
Ben flushes, reaching a hand down absentmindedly to touch his growling gut. "I.. I'm not that bad."
"Your ass jiggles, dude, and your thighs are ridden with cellulite."
"You're being a dick!"
"Sor-ry, I'm just saying. You won't get any girls looking like that."
"Joke's on you, I don't like girls!" Ben immediately regretted the words that burst out of his mouth. He took a stress bite of his own salad.
Jones was unfazed. Speaking with his mouth full, he said, "You could be a real dudekiller if you lost a couple pounds."
"Shut up and keep eating, ***." Ben huffed and looked down. Several bites later, he finally got the nerve to look back up.
Jones' eyes were glazed over and he was eating like a machine, stuffing his face with high-calorie cheesecake.
"Jones!?" Ben's voice cracks.
"Mmf.. yeah?"
"I.. I think something might be wrong with you."
"Okay..." Jones was dazed.
"We should go home."
"No. I'm not done."
"But-"
"I'm. Not. Done."
Ben shuts up and tries to ignore the way his groin tightens. Bad cock.
He digs his fork into his salad.
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By the time they finally get to go home, it looks like Jones has swallowed a dodgeball. Ben holds him up as they stagger inside, wiping out on his couch.
Jones burps right in his ear.
"Gross," Ben mumbles.
Jones doesn't apologize. He's passed out cold.
Ben sighs and untangles himself, getting up and heading to the kitchen. He shouldn't do this. He really shouldn't do this but well.. it's been a long day. He deserves some indulgence. At least he's not as bad as Jones.
Ben laughs at the thought, opening the fridge door and rubbing his belly absentmindedly. Slowly, he shuts the fridge and bends over.
(Had anyone been watching, this would have given them a marvelous view of his fat booty. Quite unfortunately, no one was.)
Ben opens the freezer drawer and pulls out a gallon of ice cream. Like one in a dream, he shuffles over and gets a big spoon.
He deserves this, after all.