chapter 2

Sweating, eating, masturbating furiously. I shoved more in like my life depended on it. God it’s only going to make me fatter. My jeans tighter. I need more. I grabbed my milkshake and downed it as I blew my load. I dropped the empty container and went limp. I looked around in a daze at all the damage. I looked down at myself in disgust. My blubbery middle distended yet still jiggly. I am so fat. I was absolutely disgusting and out of control. A shameless pig. I reached for more.

He would stuff his face relentlessly then slump himself down on his couch, tongue lolling out, breath heavy, his distended belly hanging out. His jeans grew tighter and his belly softened. The fat accumulated all over. I had so much more of him to play with. Yet I resented him. I felt like he knew about my fetish. I felt like he was playing some cruel joke on me. I felt ashamed. And yes I resented him for it. He constantly left his pants unbuttoned. It was embarrassing to go out to eat with him. His belly would peak out over the belt he had started wearing. He would eat and eat and eat. I knew he was not hungry but he would still eat.

The end of every meal left him bloated and gassy. And yet he would still stop for ice cream. I watched him eat a disgusting amount of ice cream covered in so much hot fudge that it had turned the ice cream to soup. He made weird piggish noises while he ate. It was like he couldn’t stuff it down fast enough. He moaned a bit through it. He was left with the hot fudge now and ate it so fast I don’t think he even took a breath. He got another one after.

He was panting a bit now. He was getting out of breath from eating. He burped and tugged at his belt. It revealed more of his overfed gut. I looked away. In the car I could see it spill out around. I wanted to grab it and shake it. That yielding jiggly flesh. There was so much. It bounced and shook with every bump. I hated that I wanted to touch it. I hated him for getting fat.

The second we got inside he went and sat on the couch. His belly somehow seemed even bigger. He put his arms on the back of the couch to stretch. His belly spilled out more. I couldn’t look away this time. He scratched his blubber and began trying to unbuckle the belt. He sighed as his belly rushed forth. He grinned stupidly and let out a burp. I turned away and went for a walk to think.

I should never have left him alone for that long. When I left he was hot and in shape. He was fun to hang with and dynamite in bed. We made yummy food that was also healthy and yeah we had dessert. But Jesus what happened to him? I don’t remember him being a lazy slob. I didn’t mention his slight gain at first because I figured he would work it off. But no it just got worse. He got lazier. He seemed determined to completely let himself go. And honestly he was good at it.