Chapter 1 - road trip

“Now I want this shirt to fit you properly when you get back.”

Alice grabbed my love handle. I was going home to visit my family in St. Louis. This was going to be a long drive.

“Baby got back”

Lizzie gave my butt a slap. And they both giggled.

I had already eaten breakfast but I was still hungry. I decided to look up somewhere to eat. I was somewhat of a foodie and had my own blog and instagram.

“Alice isn’t here so I can hit up the list.”

The list, is the dumb name I gave to the obscene amount of must eat places that I would pass on the drive from California to St. Louis Missouri.

I must have hit up 6 or 7 of the places by the end of the first day. I made sure to post pictures to my blog and Instagram. Even when I was stuffed I would continue to clean my plate. I had an obligation to my followers to showcase the wide variety of foods.

I had a wonderful idea. I would try to eat at all the places on the list during my trip home. Then I would rate them myself and add it to my blog. I should probably take pictures of the results each time.

I mean I had nothing else to do. And honestly hitting up all the amazing foodie places and not having to exercise sounded amazing.

Every night I ended up staying the night in some motel. The second I walked in the room I would unbutton my pants and strip down to my undies and pass out feeling like a fattened tick.

“Shit I gotta get a move on and get home faster. Haha got a little too greedy.”

I gave my belly a pat. So many amazing places. I burped. I decided I would go to the places I had to skip on the drive back.

I pulled into my driveway and got out and stretched. Now it is worth mentioning that my family is a more than food friendly place. Basically you eat everything. As a kid I was a butterball. I blame my grandma. She always insisted I didn’t eat enough. She loved to cook and take care of people.

I mean it probably didn’t help that my family owned and ran their own restaurant. I was constantly being fed.

“Tony you are so skinny. Come eat.”

My grandma basically shoved me down at the table. She loaded my plate till it was overflowing.

“Now eat. You are skin and bones”

I was still stuffed from my foodie research. But you know I could eat. And besides the food was delicious. Some meat and cheese casserole and lots of bread and greens.

“Urrrrrrrp urrrrrrrp urrrrrrp ugh I’m so full.”

I wanted to unbutton my pants but I didn’t know if I would be able to button them again. My grandma refilled my plate again.

“Grandma I’m really stuffed.”

“Oh come now you are so skinny.”

She came up and poked my belly.

“See so much room.”

I nodded and ate. My brother appeared randomly. He looked a little different.

“Woah what happened to you Tony?”

“Urrrrrrrrrrp Grandmas’ love ugh.”

He poked my belly. Then he pinched it.

“Wow you are really packing on the pounds.”

“Urrrrrp not really.”

“Okay well whatever you want to tell yourself. So listen I’m trying to lose weight so can you eat this for me.”

He dumped his food on my plate.

“Dude, no oh my god how do you expect me to eat all that?”

“Tony come on you are already packing it on; a little more isn’t going to make a difference.”

“Ugh fine urrrrrp.”

“Thanks bro.”

He smacked my belly.

“Urrrrp ugh so full.”

My grandma brought in dessert. She again filled the plate high. She gave my belly a pat and smiled.

“Enjoy.”

I briefly considered throwing it away but she seemed so happy. I dug in. It was delicious. My stomach screamed in protest against the continued onslaught of food.

Just as I set my fork down my brother appeared with his dessert. I was leaning back and moaning.

“Seriously urrrrrp urrrrrp hic bro I cant it’s too much.”

“Yeah you can. Please come on. You already ate the other stuff this isn’t going to make a difference.”

“Ugh okay fine.”

As I felt my jeans get tighter and tighter I felt myself getting aroused. The second I finished my food I felt that familiar pain that most often accompanies blue balls.

I had a few problems though. First I was so unbelievably stuffed. Second I had to get upstairs. Third I needed to get the pants off. Fourth I had to avoid getting stuffed with more food.

“Ooooofffff ugh hic owwww urrrrp”

I cradled my gut as I waddled as fast as I could to my room. I locked the door and immediately stripped and fell onto my bed. Unfortunately I landed on my painfully stuffed belly and engorged penis.

“oooof owww!”

I slowly rolled myself onto my back. The weight of my belly knocked a little of the air out of me. I had a little trouble getting to my penis around my mountain of a belly.

As I thought about all the food I had stuffed myself with while doing virtually nothing but driving; and then all the food that I was basically forced to consume upon coming home I got closer. I thought about the difficulty I had reaching around my belly. But most of all I thought of what Alice and Lizzie would do if they saw me now. I thought about how much they would tease me for continuing to eat at all those foodie havens. All in the name of my Instagram.

I thought about how tight my pants were in the car every time I sat back down after stuffing myself. About how my belly was sitting in my lap; a nice plump ever growing roll of fat. Proof of my lack of self control. I wondered about my pants and if I would be able to button them tomorrow.

I came hard; all over my overstuffed gut. I then promptly fell asleep.