chapter 7

Two weeks had gone by since that weird night that she fed me. I couldn’t figure her out. I knew it was more than just bloating. I was constantly binging. I refused to get new clothes. I liked the feeling of my belly spilling out. I liked seeing the indent of my belly button through my shirts. I liked my shirts riding up and showing off my soft underbelly. I liked stuffing myself till my gut pinned me to the couch and I could feel it filling up my lap.

When we went out I would try to see how much I could eat before she would say something. She just kept quiet. I started to get a few comments from friends. A few pats on my belly. A few comments about how I ate all the appetizers. I would try to eat till it was hard to get up.

And then I would unbutton my jeans the second we got to the car or in the door. And I would try and stuff some more food in. Nothing still, no reaction. No comments. I mean did she not care? Was she seeing someone else? She would come home with this look on her face. And then she would go to bed.

Another two weeks passed. And sometimes she stayed the night at friends houses. I started eating out of boredom. I watched my belly spill further and further into my lap. More of me became jiggly fat. I was a pig.

Today I went to five different fast food places to stuff myself. Through the drive through for the embarrassment then I would get free stuff as an apology for the wait. Then I would dutifully and sloppily stuff myself in my car in the parking lot. With each passing drive through my belly was more bloated and obvious. All that greasy fatty sugary food. It was blowing me up fast and my jeans were getting tighter and tighter with each bite.

But then my lucky day. My friends invited me to lunch at a very filling pub. A place with huge servings and fattening comfort food. I was drooling over the thought even with my huge burger in my mouth and so much more to eat before the pub. This was gonna be fun. A pub meant so much food and beer for me. And then a nice bloated belly. And then it meant that we would head out to get more food at a place with even bigger servings. And then I would get to eat and drink till it hurt. Then more drive through. I gave my belly a shake.

I briefly considered stopping home to grab a baggier shirt and bigger jeans. But the thought of further stuffing myself in my tight jeans and t-shirt was too appealing. I moaned as I stuffed the last of my food in. I leaned back in my seat for a bit to catch my breath and rub my aching belly. Oh god I’m so fat. I’m such a big piggy. I just have to rub it to move some things around to make room for even more. I coaxed out some burps. I stretched a bit to give my belly some space. It hurt but felt good. I placed my hand on my belly. It was so hard. So stuffed with way too much food. I definitely had a big Buddha belly. And I was about to go eat more. I rubbed my crotch, I was getting too excited.

I had been with my friends more and more. I had been hiking, camping, surfing, just doing many active things. I kept thinking about how fat he had gotten. It still felt like he was making fun of me. But it drove me wild to see his t shirt unable to completely cover his plump belly. It was just somehow so satisfying to see his fat peek out over the edges of his jeans and to just see that angel soft underbelly. It drove me so crazy that it was hard to speak so I just said nothing. His belly was such a tease. I wondered if he knew.

When I would drive us anywhere it was so distracting to see the seatbelt cutting into his belly. It would jiggle with each bump in the road. Sometimes I drove on rougher roads just to watch it do that. Well I couldn’t watch it unless he was driving. Sometimes he would tuck the seatbelt under his belly and that was when I felt like I needed blinders. I knew that he was stuffing himself in between meals. I wanted to see it though. I had found all the fast food wrappers in the trash. All from different places. And it was all on the same day. Everytime I would find that I would furiously masturbate to the thought of him cramming all that fatty food into his face only to eat a normal dinner with me. I wanted to be the one driving him to those places and to watch his belly hang over his seatbelt more and more as he shoved it all down. I wanted to be there to tease him and encourage him to eat even more to stroke his soft underbelly and hear him moan in pain as he sucked down another milkshake.

After a few more minutes I was able to put my seat mostly back up so I could drive to the pub for lunch. I was so unbelievably turned on by the way my jeans were cutting me in half. I couldn’t wait to add more food into this belly. It was a bit of a drive though. I fought the urge to get more food on the way. I was going to be pigging out the rest of the day and night. I mean especially if Kim and Chloe were there. Anytime those two were with us I somehow ended up as the tables human garbage disposal. Not that I minded of course. But I would definitely need the room in my belly. I hoped my belly would return to a more jiggly state before I got there. I didn’t want anyone to know how much I had just shoved into my already overfed body.

I got stuck in traffic so it ended up taking an hour. And now I was starving and thankfully my belly was jiggly again. But not completely. I rubbed it for a bit before getting out of the car. I arched my back trying to stretch it a bit to move the food. I was surprised it helped a lot. I bent forward to the side then arched and kept going any direction my fatter body would allow me. Slowly very slowly after some farts and burps I felt I had a lot more room.

I got out of my car and lifted my arms up to stretch again. It felt good. I felt a sharp poke in my side. I yelped. And then felt my belly fold over my jeans. There they were. Kim and Chloe inseparably since birth. I used to think they were twins. Well yes they had the same birthday but they weren’t twins or sisters. They were Swedish and apparently their mothers had been pregnant at the same time and were also besties. It was a whole thing. And did I mention they were gorgeous. Blonde blue eyed big breasts and tight heart shaped butts. Perfect skin long eyelashes and the most tantalizing plump lips you will ever see. And yes I have a girlfriend but these two were unbelievably objectively hot. My girlfriend at one point I’m pretty sure had engaged in some risky behavior with them. Anytime I asked about it they would all just giggle and whisper amongst themselves. Just leaving me to wonder.

“Ooo look at you.”

I felt a poke on my other side. They both giggled.

“You are getting a little chubby Alex.”

I pulled down my shirt defensively. They both giggled.

“Hey stop it.”

“Aww what’s the matter?”

“I think he’s sensitive about his chubby belly.”

“Ugh stop it.”

Although I liked the attention from two hot girls I was not happy with them pointing out my fat belly. I started walking to the pub.

“Hey wait up we didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Yeah we are sorry.”

I turned around and looked down at their blue eyes. And then those two sets of perfect boobs. I sighed. It was kinda hard to stay mad at them. They were both very sweet girls and they did seem sorry. And I know they weren’t teasing in a mean way.