Diaries of a fat man

Chapter 3 - Entry 3

You ever just...eat a whole box of spaghetti?

I have. It's such an interesting turn of events. When I came home from work, I was starving and knew I needed to make myself some dinner. And so, all I had in the cupboard was a box of spaghetti and a can of mediocre spaghetti sauce. I'm a big pasta fan, and it had been a long time since I've had pasta. So, I decided it was time to make some. After the long day I had, I knew it was time to treat myself.

I made a very mediocre pot of spaghetti. It was nothing special and in fact not very good at all, to be completely honest. This is simply because of the low-quality, food pantry sauce I had lying around. But, hey, I wasn't going to eat just the noodles.

I stood there, drooling over the pot of noodles. Noodles take too long to boil. If only there was a way to immensely speed up this process. However, after about twenty minutes and some seasoning added to the sauce (your typical garlic powder, onion powder, and red pepper flakes), the spaghetti was done and ready for consumption. I was starving, I hadn't had a proper meal all day.

I sat down with my bowl and started to eat. Just slowly and steadily, as I scrolled through my phone. I eventually hit the bottom of the dish and was ready for more. So, I went and scooped myself more and repeated the same step. I thought to myself "okay, one more bowl wouldn't hurt". So, I ate one more bowl and while I was full, I had a thought: I just chipped through half of that bowl. I could probably get through the other half...

I pondered. Was it really worth it? Shouldn't I save leftovers for tomorrow night's dinner? I'm full, I shouldn't eat any more... Those thoughts were all quickly abandoned with the thought of consuming more food. I held my already full belly and began to feel aroused. The thought of being even fuller had aroused me. I picked up the whole pot and brought it to my room. This is where the real fun began. I took a fork and ate straight from that bowl. I was already full. But I felt the urge to push forward. I took a quick break to strip down: I didn't need my clothes with this excursion.

So, I sat there, naked, with my fork in one hand. The other hand traveled its way down to my cock. As I ate, I slowly stroked it. I was feeling so full and it felt so damn good. I kept stroking and spilled some spaghetti on my stomach. It was okay, it was worth it. I needed to keep eating. I wore just as much pasta as I had eaten. My strokes became faster and faster. As I finished the bowl, I sat back, letting my hands do the rest of the work. I was so damn full. And the garlic had made me so damn gassy. I was letting out burp after burp and fart after fart, as I was rubbing my pasta sauce-covered stomach with one hand and stroking my cock in the other.

This full feeling made me so turned on. "What if I always eat like this?" I thought to myself. "What a fat pig you are!" I was so horny and I was on the edge of cumming. And on the thought of how much my stomach was weighing me down, I came on my stomach with a huge load. I was left panting... damn, am I glad I ate all of that pasta...