chapter 3

Technically I don’t think I gained that much. I was just all squishy jiggly fat now. I sat on the couch playing with my belly. I couldn’t stop eating. It just felt too good to be stuffed to bursting. And this belly was like a new toy. I was turning into a marshmallow. I poked at it. I had more room. I ordered food, too much food. I made sure to button my jeans back up and tighten the belt. I wanted to see it spill into my lap. I reveled in the pure bliss that was loosening your belt while stuffing your face. And unbuttoning my jeans to make room for more, well that was just orgasmic. It was an experience that would keep me stuffing myself while wearing tight clothes.

I mean these clothes were snug on me before I started getting pudgy. Even when I was in shape they gave me the appearance of having a little pudge. They had become my favorite to binge in. I was filling out. Well I might be past that. I had already eaten too much, way too much. I knew she was angry, but I needed more.

I loved seeing how big I could get from each meal. I stuffed myself to my limit and then a little beyond. I felt like I was training. I used to train for marathons and stuff. This was just like that but I’d stuff my face a little more each day. Maybe a lot more each day. My jiggly belly was just a casualty. I shoved it all down. My jeans dug in deep as I shoveled it down adding thousands of calories to my already fattened figure. I am so fat. Completely let myself go, becoming greedy and jiggly. Substantial would be the nice way to say it. I’m thicker. I’m softer and jiggly. And I’m not stopping. I just loved eating too much. Being stuffed, being bad, being a greedy fatty that just kept eating and eating stuffing my face till it hurts to breathe; that turns me on. This jiggly jelly belly is just a result of my overeating and indulging.

The time came to loosen the belt so I could eat more. I sucked in and failed to get at the belt. I tried again and failed. My food was getting cold and I needed to do this now in this particular way. I relaxed my belly then pushed it out as far as I could. I was pleased by how far it went. Then I sucked in and quickly loosened the belt one notch. I relaxed my belly and smiled as I felt my fat still pressing hard into my jeans. I relished that feeling of gluttony. I returned to eating.

This was the best way to push myself. To get as stuffed as possible. As I mentioned before the weight gain was unintentional. I just loved stuffing my face. I rubbed my belly. I was on the second to last notch before I ran out of belt. To be fair this belt was already small on me to begin with. My belly was hard and aching. I had already finished what I ordered but I had one last thing that was more filling than all that. I had bought a large blender a while back. I had made this concoction of avocados, chocolate protein powder, bananas, and honey, and some milk I think. I don’t know. But it ends up tasting like chocolate pudding. I was excited. I was trying to resist the urge to release my raging boner from its denim prison.