chapter 4 - a little beer can't hurt

I never really drank beer. Not that I didn’t like it. I guess I never thought of myself as the beer type going to a pub to watch a game. I actually like watching sports. And it was this lack of reason why not to drink it that made me a beer drinker once Mia, my beloved curvy girlfriend, asked me about it.

It is a rainy Saturday and we just don’t want to do anything else than just slack and watch movies. I think it is somewhat normal to see a guy drink beer while watching TV, so Mia brought me one without thinking too much about it. I smiled and said: “But… I don’t drink beer.” Which, to her, must have sounded like: “I’m on a diet.” “You’re joking!” She said and sat down next to me like she usually does when she has something to feed me with. She put one arm behind my lower back reaching for my fresh love handle hiding under my sweat pants, and the other under my shirt pressing on my belly with two fingers as if she was examining it. She was, because then she said: “You said you used to have a hard stomach. If you don’t keep it stretched out you will get flabs.” I didn’t like the idea of having flabs on my stomach because I was still partially living in the reality in which I’m a muscular guy with abs… not flabs! So I asked: “So if I drink beer I won’t get flabs?” “Only if you combine it with a lot of protein.” She said to make me think that beer is actually really good for muscles.

“Look.” Mia started explaining. “Beer alone has a lot of vitamins; it is made from yeast – more good stuff; it hydrates you and many guys say it helped them to keep their figure. Some of them were even competing in weightlifting.

Of course she was lying but it all sounded so reasonable. Plus, I couldn’t really think about what she just said because her eyes were too hypnotizing and her fingers were pinching my slowly appearing flabs. “Well, thanks.” I finally reacted happily and started sipping on the bottle she brought me. It wasn’t too bad. Actually, it wasn’t bad at all. It was full of flavor, a little sweet, and very gone in a matter of two minutes. “What beer is this?” I asked curiously. “It’s a stout. Do you like it?” Mia said from the kitchen. “I actually love it. Do we have more?”

And I was in another sweet and very fattening trap. This trap, however, was more effective than all of the others because Mia singlehandedly taught me to drink beer very high in calories AND ALWAYS eat a lot of meat with it. This wasn’t any lean meat. She always had the good stuff ready like ribs, neck roast, bacon, etc. I even started drinking this sweet beer for breakfast together with eggs and sausages and toasts with a very delicious spread Mia called “piece of heaven”. I didn’t know what was in it but it was the most delicious toast I’ve ever had. She couldn’t tell me it was simply all the fat and pigskin mashed into a paste and spiced.

Although it may seem like Mia is making me very unhealthy, she did push a lot of vegetables in me as well. I was never the healthiest eating guy so taking a bell pepper and eating it like an apple wasn’t my thing. What she did, however, was blending all the veggies into a smoothie. There wasn’t just one reason to force me to drink a whole gallon of it every couple of days. Vegetables tend to cause bloating. Especially raw broccoli and zucchini of which she always put plenty of in them. The more bloated she made me, the bigger the capacity of my stomach, thus hungrier sooner.

Once, she asked me if she could make a video of me and my belly after swallowing a drink she made. “It’s supposed to be super healthy and nutritious but it can make you a bit bloated.” She said and her whole body was bouncing from excitement. I was in a good mood so doing something silly Mia comes up with sounded like a fun idea. I lay down on our bed and waited for whatever was coming. Then, Mia burst in with a tripod with her phone attached to it, turned on the ring light above it she uses for her make-up tutorials and I suddenly felt like a model. No doubt I could be an XXL model already but for Mia I was still an M size.

“OK, we are rolling. Here you go. This is the drink which is basically just a lot of yeast dissolved in warm water. You need to drink it as fast as possible in order to like… not gag. Come on! Bottoms up!” She said it so energetically I did exactly what she said. Right when I finished the glass she handed me another glass with pure water. OK, it wasn’t pure water. It was sugar water. I made a face exaggerating the sticky feeling on my lips and tongue. “Now, eat these bread pieces as fast as you can. Quick!” She insisted as if our lives depended on it and stood up behind the camera… I mean the transformer make-up tutorial cellphone apparatus. “What’s going to happen now? I’m not going to explode, am I?” I asked nervously when it started happening. My upper stomach started rising with a subdued sizzling. Then, with loud gurgling the expansion slowly started spreading. This continued for minutes until I realized my gut was blocking most of my view where legs used to be. In about twenty minutes I was as round as a woman carrying triplets. Mia’s eyes were larger than ever and her hand was unintentionally feeling her inner thigh as my stomach kept expanding. I just realized she made a loaf of bread out of me. I hope she’s not going to bake me now. She didn’t. She was still filming when she came to my belly balloon and carefully poked it with a finger. Despite the fat covering it, her finger didn’t sink at all. Then she spanked it. She obviously liked the hollow sound it made so she started drum playing and laughed as I was trying to get up and shut down the whole bread person operation.

You guessed right if you thought I had no chance of defending myself. I couldn’t get up, I couldn’t roll away. Mia, with her large ass, sat on my legs and started tickling me. The more she tickled the more I struggled and rolled from side to side with loud sloshing in my over bloated stomach. I tried not to laugh but the only thing I was achieving was occasional farting which made us laugh even harder and her, that darn bitch I loved so much, tickled so much more.

When Mia stopped the tickling torture, she opened the window and brought me a whole plate of tiramisu as a reward for being her sexy test subject. “You were so hot! When you’re done with this plate I will thank you my way.” She said with her extremely sexy moaning voice and went to the bathroom to take a shower.