Chapter 1 - prologue

No school, no work, no social life, no gym. Oh my god, no gym! Oh my god no school no work no responsibilities. Most people were worried about money during this quarantine. Not me. My brother had a sizable amount of money of which he gave me an allowance of. I mean sure I “worked” but that was money for me. I just made sure to use the entirety of what he gave me, which was a lot, before the end of the month and I would get the same next time. He never had to know. I have no clue how he made money nor did I care.

Everything was paid for always. I was basically getting paid to be alive. And boy was my life amazing. Sure I worked out and went to a reputable school but I partied. I got girls because of my looks and money. I only worked out to meet girls and because my brother had paid for the membership and told me I had to use it and because my girlfriend would get on my case otherwise. I detested that place. I don’t know why they were always pushing the gym. It's not like I needed it. But now, I didn’t have to go.

The first day I woke up around noon and was starving. I checked the kitchen and realized that I didn’t have much. Fuck! Normally my girlfriend did the shopping. My stomach growled. I pulled out my phone and looked through the various food delivery apps. I should probably support the local businesses.

While I waited for my food I dug through the kitchen in hopes of finding something. All I found was a gallon of milk, a can of chocolate fudge sauce, two packs of Oreos, and chips. I smiled deviously as I put some of the surprisingly heavy fudge into a bowl to heat up. I put at least two cups in. I put on my favorite show. I grabbed a large glass of milk. Once the fudge was hot I crumbled up half a bag of Oreos into it. Then I added the chips. I mixed it and put it back in the microwave for a bit. God I hadn’t done this since I was a kid.

I plopped myself down on the couch with my concoction and milk. The first bite was pure heaven. So rich. This brought me back. As a kid I was lazy and pudgy. I would sit on the couch eating stuff like this. It felt good to get a bite of naughty food here and there. I would sneak down at night and eat this stuff. I’ll admit that I started to get carried away. I got pudgy and then it all was stopped.

I realized I finished my treat. My phone alerted me to my food's arrival. As I stood up I felt heavy. I hadn’t expected the fudge to fill me up so fast. It sat in my stomach like wet cement. I didn’t realize I had ordered so much food. I probably shouldn’t eat it all but it smelled so good and the idea of forcing more in felt so naughty. There was no one here to tell me no.

About half way through I really started to feel it. My belly was packed tightly and pushing against my jeans. I put my palm on it and smiled. It felt warm and calming. I knew I was full but every bite I took after that initial full feeling was thrilling. I started to slow down. I pushed out a few burps. I rubbed my stomach. It was rather hard. I moaned a bit, wincing and trying to move some stuff around to be able to finish. I wanted to see if I could eat it all without unbuttoning my jeans.

I stretched out on the couch and rubbed my belly for a bit before starting in again. I had ordered too much food. But I was having fun trying to eat all of it. It was like an eating contest with myself. I pushed myself back up to a seated position and mentally kicked myself for not sitting in the lazy boy. That thing was amazing. I would have been able to just pull the lever to lean back and get back up. I laughed through a huge bite of food about my being a “lazy boy” in a “lazy boy.”

I must have spaced out because I had eaten all the food. I had a few drinks left. I didn’t remember what I had ordered. I had a hard time leaning forward to grab some off the table. The pressure from my jeans felt oddly sexual. I must have been in a soda mood. Ooo and a large milkshake. I leaned back and relaxed my throat letting the softened shake flow down my throat and into my overcrowded belly. When I finished I smiled and rubbed my bloated belly. This was bliss. Of course I couldn’t do this everyday. I also should eat normal the rest of today. My girlfriend would be pissed.

The thought of it was oddly appealing. I think I fell asleep because when I woke up it was raining. Falling asleep after eating so much felt good. The bloating had gone down considerably. There, no harm done, still I should be careful. I cleaned up my mess which actually took a long time. It gave me more energy so I decided to clean the rest of the house. I vacuumed, swept, mopped, scrubbed, and dusted. I was exhausted and sweaty after.

That definitely counted as a workout. It was still raining. My phone went off. It was a sexy picture from my girl. My jeans got tight again. And there was that feeling. My stomach growled. If she were here I could just eat her out or *** to keep my hunger at bay. But right now I was hungry, horny, and bored.

Within an hour I was stuffing my face again. This time I was smart enough to sit in the lazy boy while being a lazy boy. I don’t know why but I always ate when I was bored or horny or drunk or high. Basically My default reaction to anything was to eat. As I said I didn’t really need to worry. I hadn’t been chubby since I was little. And I was tall. At 6ft it would take a lot to get chubby. To ruin my abs and replace it with soft fluff. I started eating faster.

By the end of the night I was completely reclined in the lazy boy. My jeans were unbuttoned and I was a moaning burping mess. Too much food. Way too much. I probably shouldn’t keep doing this. I poked my bloated belly. God I looked pregnant. I rubbed it. It hurt but felt good to be so out of it and stuffed to the gills. This couldn’t keep happening though.

The next few days brought rain and boredom. I played video games and tried to workout. It was boring though. I found myself eating more. And I started to see how big I could get each meal. The first time I did this I had gotten way too high. I had a deal on ubereats. I was baked and ordered way too much food. And I mean way too much food.

As I sat down in my chair yet again with a huge plate of food in front of the tv I wondered why my pants had been getting tight. I moaned through my food, happy to be eating again. Day after day after day of this seemingly endless vacation where I didn’t have to go anywhere and was allowed and actually encouraged to “support local restaurants” and to “social distance” and everything I wanted was at my fingertips I grew lazy and soft. I ate out of boredom till it became a game, a sort of way to achieve personal bests. It was an accomplishment of sorts to eat so many donuts in one sitting. Sweaty and out of breath shoving the last one down I knew I had made it farther than the last time. I conveniently ignored my tighter clothes and more substantial form. The changes were slight at first. A little softness over everything. I actually looked better with the extra weight. Soon I started to get pudgy, still setting more personal bests. My belly started to pooch over my jeans. Now as I sat eating burger after burger each patty stuffed with cheese and wrapped in bacon and apples I was undeniably doughy. My jeans were digging in but I was so into my food that I didn’t notice. Five burgers, two liters of soda and a large milkshake and fries. I leaned back satisfied and content. Absentmindedly rubbing my belly. I was still hungry. I was full but I knew I had room. I wanted to push myself. Besides, I had nothing else to do. And why not?

One large pizza, dipping sticks, pasta, lasagna, and a cake later and I was a sweaty mess. Groaning in pain as I finished my milk. I took a hit from my bong to get rid of the nausea. I sat there temporarily immobile. My jeans, long unbuttoned. My belly a large tight shiny orb hid my feet from view as I leaned back on my bed to get some relief. I poked it experimentally and winced. It stung. I started rubbing it gently closing my eyes feeling the waves of pleasure emanating from my painfully stuffed gut. I had started rubbing my crotch and had grown quite hard.

I started simultaneously stroking myself and rubbing my gut moaning and groaning. It felt good. In my excitement I accidentally hit myself in the stomach. It sent a sharp pain throughout my abdomen. I yelped. And then it felt good. Again I stroked and rubbed then tried smacking my gut this time. That same sharp pain had me edging.

I awoke to a knock on the door. I pulled the lever on the lazy boy to sit up. My soft middle bunched up. I sucked in to button my jeans. On the door step was a box with the name of the local dispensary and the delivery person was waiting impatiently.

They had me sign and show ID. The box was actually pretty heavy. I didn’t remember ordering this. I checked my phone and saw that I indeed had ordered it and subscribed to a monthly gift box thing. I just stared at the box for a while. My hand went to my belly. It was still pretty flat.

Two days later I was awoken by a phone call.

“Hey babe, how are you doing?”

“I’m great.”

“Well I just wanted to make sure you were keeping healthy and working out.”

“Yeah of course I am.”

I was currently examining myself shirtless. If I flexed I could pass for still muscular. Just a little layer of fat. I mean my boxers were a little tighter. I placed my palm on my belly and shook it. It was a little unnerving how much it shook.

“Okay good. Uh can you send me a picture?”

“Uh i don’t know.”

“Oh come on, why not?”

“Okay, fine.”

I snapped a quick picture tensing as hard as I could and flexing.

“Ooo are you bulking again? You look Uh thicker.”

“Uh yeah. You know gotta feed the muscles.”

“Well just be careful how much you feed them. I don’t want you turning into a marshmallow. Haha.”

“Nah don’t worry. I’m just bulking up for my lady.”

“Okay well hopefully we can see each other soon.”

“Yes. Bye babe.”

“Bye.”

Thank god she bought it. She gave me the perfect out. I gave my belly a smack. I watched my hand sink into the new layer of fat. It felt good. So soft. I decided to try to pull on my jeans and go for a walk.