chapter 1

After seven huge birthday meals, his huge bloated belly at the end of the day. Getting home moaning and immediately unbuttoning his pants and sighing with relief before she hears me. Fuck I forgot about dinner. He quickly sucks in and buttons them and pulls his shirt down. It is painful.

“Hey so I have your favorite.”

I eat a small portion while trying to keep my gut sucked in.

“Oh come on have some more there is no way that’s enough.”

I reluctantly eat more. My jeans hurt my fat gut. I regret being such a pig. I should have just told her.

“Do you not like it?”

“No, it’s amazing.”

I shove more down my throat. It’s a mistake. I am sweating and burping. I desperately try to discreetly unbutton my jeans. I can’t get it. I groan and burp.

“Is it good?”

I nod and shove the rest down. I lean back and rub my overfed gut. She presents me with dessert. I sigh and start tucking in. It tastes amazing. I’m groaning and moaning.

“Wow you must really like it.”

I just keep eating. I hit a wall. I fall back.

“Did you eat before this?”

“No.”

I’m still slowly eating almost to the point where I’m numb to how full I am.

“Oh I got you this too.”

Fuck the hot fudge and icecream brownies. Oh god tiramisu and just so much. It all hits me at once and I lean back groaning. I can’t hold it in anymore. I'm too full. The button pops off and my bloated middle spills forward.

“God you are so fat now.”

I burp loudly and can’t help but reach for the ice cream and hot fudge.

“I know it’s bad. I freaking love how filling this stuff is.”

She grabs my belly.

“You are huge. What have you done to yourself?”

She takes the food from me. I am passing into a food coma.

“What a fat pig.”

“I know. I can’t control myself anymore.”

“I know I can see that. This is so much blubber.”

The next day I’m sitting on my couch in the jeans I used to wear with a shirt I used to wear and I just felt so plump. I felt the soft fabric tight around my belly. This round ripe thing shown off nicely by the jeans. My juicy love handles my jiggly wobbly mass of belly. I had filled out too much. I was disappointed in myself for letting all of this happen. I grabbed at it feeling the jeans dig in. And the worst part is that I was hungry. I turned on the tv and stuffed myself all while grabbing and jiggling the wobbly flesh. God look at how fat you let yourself get. And you are still eating. Your jeans are getting so tight and you just keep eating. Fat pig keep eating. Look at it. Eat faster. I held onto my thick muffin top as I shoved pizza in my mouth in stacks of three moaning through the overwhelming cheesy goodness.

I gave my fat a slap and moaned through a mouthful of fries. God look at yourself. No self control. Just a big fat pig. Look at this muffin top. It is thick and substantial. Filling out so much more. That button will pop soon. I shoved more food in till I couldn’t take it. I fumbled for the button under all my fresh blubber and panicking a bit finally sucked in. I got them open. I started jerking myself off only to reach for more food while still going. More, I need more. My blubber was wobbling and I was moaning through my food.