Chapter 1 - The Dam Breaks

I’m sitting in my dorm room tapping my foot impatiently. I’ve never been a good student. Why did I think college was for me?! All this reading, writing papers, and studying is too hard!

Don’t get me wrong, I’d never thought of myself as stupid, just traditional learning wasn’t for me. Stupid parental and societal pressure. I’d have been happier just joining the work force or learning a trade.

Hunched forward at my desk, hands and arms holding my head up, I’m desperately trying to absorb the information in the text in front of me.

It doesn’t help that I’m starving. I’ve barely eaten today! Just a stack of pancakes and a few donuts for breakfast. A large pizza for lunch… half a dozen tacos for dinner. A couple of beers.

Ok I’ve had plenty! But food is everywhere in college! Everyone gains the freshman 15, just because it’s only been two months and I’m already up 20… shut up. Thick is in anyway.

My chubby belly rumbles loudly. My head is spinning. I should study. I shouldn’t go get more food. The cafeteria is closed anyway. Just because there are a dozen fast food places within walking distance of campus doesn’t matter. I. Need. To. Study!

Not even thirty seconds later I push myself away from the desk so hard my chair tips over backwards “THIS SUCKS!” I yell.

“What?!” My roommate, Raegan says. “Sam, what the hell! You scared me!”

“I can’t do this! I’m starving and studying is too hard!” I begin moving around the room trying to get the anxious energy out of my body.

“Really… you’re starving?” My roommate asks, glancing pointedly at the swell of my stomach.

“Yes. I am!” I say. “I know I’m gaining weight. You don’t have to point it out!”

“I didn’t say you had!”

“Well, good!” I say. “Look, I’m going out to get a snack. I’ll be back in a bit and I’ll be able to focus better on a full stomach.”

I grab my keys and practically bolt out the door before she can respond.

Minutes later I’m in my car pulling out of the parking lot and trying to decide what to eat. There are so many options and they all tempt me and my grumbling belly.

McDonald’s is closest but Wendy’s is only a bit farther. Whataburger is the other direction and then there is Panda Express… oh and Arby’s and Sonic. And Canes, and Jack in the Box, and Taco Bell! My stomach roars at the possibilities.

“You’ve gotten fat enough. Just stop and I promise I’ll get you a little something. We need to study!”

*growl*

“Ugh. Fine. But just a little. How about a couple McDoubles? And a large fry.”

-

“Mmm so good!” I said with ketchup around my mouth. I love the onions McDonald’s puts on its burgers. So simple. So tasty. With a handful of fries in between savory bites the salt really hits the spot.

My belly seems to feel some contentment as I push greasy and fatty food into my mouth and downward. The first burger vanished quickly and the second is unwrapped with equal haste.

My hunger seems soothed when the last stray fry is chewed up and swallowed. I sit back happily and rest my hands on my slight paunch, “there. Happy?”

*growl!*

“Are you serious?” I ask my own stomach. “That was over 1,000 calories in just a few minutes!”

*GROWL!”

“Ok… fine! But this is the last one!” I say to no one but myself as I pull out of the parking spot and head towards Wendy’s.

-

One Biggie meal ordered, another parking spot obtained, and I’m eating again. Alternating between nugget and burger and fry and soda is really heavenly.

I feel my tummy starting to fill up now. This isn’t a snack. This is a full meal. On top of the rest of what I’ve eaten today, this is a bit much. But I’m shocked to realize I’m not struggling. I guess all those parties and keg stands have really expanded my stomach’s capacity.

On some level I know that is concerning. But at the moment my mind is blissed out on carbs and fat.

All that food finally consumed I sit back and burp. “Now that’s the stuff!” I pat my gently swollen stomach happily. My fingers sink gently into the layer of fat I’ve started to accumulate, I can feel it wobble as I pat it affectionately. Honestly, it feels pretty good to be full. That’s probably why I’ve gained as quickly as I have. This just feels nice!

*growl?*

“Ok now you’re just being greedy. You really want more?”

*growl!*

“Ugh. Fine. The night of studying is pretty much wasted now anyway.”

I put my car in drive and head to the next restaurant.

-

Half an hour later and the pile of trash in the seat next to me has grown substantially. The internal admission that being full felt good has been like poking a hole in a dam.

I went to Whataburger and practically inhaled a patty melt and an order of onion rings. Then a serving of fried rice and orange chicken. That texture and flavor profile change had almost been a reset button and the roast beef sandwiches had practically slid down my throat and pushed my belly out larger so easily.

Needing another change I ordered a foot long chili cheese dog at Sonic and had barely parked before I was unsheathing the caloric monstrosity taking large bites.

Halfway through now I can feel my once modestly pudgy belly pushing out more and more. I think it was during the orange chicken that my shirt had started riding up and the cool air from the AC soothed my tummy wonderfully.

Another bite, a ring of chili and cheese encircles my mouth as I moan happily. The dam in my mind was beginning to crumble. That one hole had allowed a desire to glut myself to begin gushing. Eyes closed as I push more bread, meat, cheese, and sauce into my hungry mouth I know I’m not done yet. Not even close.

*GROWL*

I’m not arguing any more. Just giving in. I’m going to keep eating until I can’t fit another scrap inside.

The last bite of the hotdog fills my mouth to its maximum, cheeks puffing out mightily. But now my hands are free to roam over the growing expanse of my belly. It’s getting so tight, but still soft and a bit squishy. I can hear the large amount of food roiling together in a mass of calories and fat. How many calories now? I have no idea. It doesn’t matter. I just know this feels SO damn good. I know this is a dangerous road to go down but I just don’t care. I can feel my sex beginning to stir as this carnal indulgence begins to connect to my most hedonistic side.

In an almost manic way I put my car into drive and head towards Canes. I can’t stop even if I wanted to.

-

The best thing about Canes is the sauce. And I got enough to drench every crispy bite of chicken and French fry. No coleslaw. Instead I got an extra chicken tender. Five total. Another full meal on top of everything else. This time I eat with one hand so I’m able to rub and caress my growing gut as I feed it.

There’s something about the crunch of the chicken and the tangy sweetness of the sauce that hits yet another reset button. I pull my shirt fully up over my stomach so I can touch as much of it as possible. It’s rumbling constantly now. I combination of discomfort and hunger that I find absolutely intoxicating.

That’s what this is. I’m drunk. I know the feeling well but I haven’t had a single drop of alcohol during this binge. Only food. But my inhibitions have dropped away. Any restraint is lost under the pile of fast food containers next to me.

My sex is tingling now. The pleasure centers of my brain possibly connecting the experience to some of my more wild and drunken escapades from previous nights. It only drives me to shove the food into my mouth faster. I’d gotten lemonade with this meal. The sweet tartness rushing down my throat in torrents to offset the sweetness of the sauce.

It seems like moments later and I realize I’m eating a burger that’s dripping with butter and grease. That and the crunchy curly fries tell me I’m at Jack in the Box. I don’t remember driving there. I don’t remember ordering. My face is a mess of sauces and crumbs and my largely swollen stomach is on full display. What the drive thru worker must have thought!

The question flits away as quickly as it appeared and I’m back to stuffing my face. My stomach feels quite taut now. I’m way past reasonable limits and reaching what my body can actually handle. But I don’t care. The dam has fully collapsed now unleashing a flood of indulgent and hedonistic desire. I will not stop until I absolutely cannot eat another bite. I can’t stop. My sex is quivering and I know the only way I’ll stop eating is if I cum.

The burger vanishes astonishingly quickly and the fries are a faint memory. I try to lean forward to put the car into drive but find my belly is far too full to let me move like that any more. Taking a brief moment to truly appreciate its size I run my hand from the very top, where it first starts to push out from my rib cage under my modest breasts, down past its fullest point, and down to the still soft squish of my underbelly.

I feel myself starting to go over the orgasmic edge and stop myself. I’m not done yet. Not quite. One more stop.

-

Taco Bell. The ultimate destination for the intoxicated late in the evening. What did I order? It doesn’t matter. The joke that all the menu items are made of the same ingredients, just combined and prepared differently is undeniable so it doesn’t matter what I order.

The gulps of Baja blast cascade down my throat as I lift more foods made of tortillas, meat, cheese, and beans to my mouth with the ferocity of someone starving.

I’m close. So close. To what I’m not rationally sure. The limits of body? My financial ability to buy food? My appetite? My ability to edge my arousal? Yes. To all of it.

I had to lean my seat back slightly once I parked. Too much pressure inside of me. I had to create more room. Between every couple bites I let out a small belch, desperate to create space inside of me for more. More. I need more!

There’s a dampness in my pants. But I haven’t cum yet. My arousal is so great that it’s started excreting from me. Sauces and crumbs cover my shirt and belly now. I’m past manners and cleanliness. I need it inside of me what ever it is.

To my absolute shock, my hand finds a bag devoid of more food. My cup is empty and still…

*growl?*

It’s not an insistent sound. More a pleading. It’s matched by the need between my legs and the almost pulsing of the pleasure centers of my brain. I’m so close to so very very close.

I could almost cry that I’m so close but out of food. I need this. Like I need to breathe I need this. But I’ve hit all the fast food places now. Only a handful are still open. With heavy lidded eyes I turn and look back towards campus and the idea of returning to my dorm without reaching my limits feels devastating. Then I notice the Golden Arches lit up magnificently between me and my dorm…

Unlike before I’m so painfully full that I almost feel sober as I pull into the drive thru of McDonald’s once again. How long ago was it that I was here? An hour? Two? I don’t know.

“Hi! One large McFlurry! Please!” I say with desperation in my voice.

“Uh… sure. Second window.”

Could he hear the desperation? Are the microphones and speakers that good? To me I sound like someone on the throes of passion begging their partner to finish them off.

I drive to the window, not caring in the slightest about my appearance. Face and front a mess. Belly fully exposed and obviously grotesquely distended from my gluttonous binge, the passenger seat filled with garbage.

“Here’s your… whoa!” He says in shock as he takes on my appearance. “Are you ok?”

“Fuck yes, just please give it to me!” I moan with obvious lust.

He takes my money and gives me the cup of pure sugar and fat. I don’t hesitate. I rip the lid off, bring it to my lips, and start chugging. I’m too far gone to care about brain freeze. My body probably wouldn’t even register it, there so many sensations elsewhere in my body.

The cold mush slides down into me and starts filling in the little bit of space left within me. Then, with no where left to put it, my bulging belly has only one option left, expand.

I’m moaning loudly now. One hand clutching the cup to my lips and the other trying to soothe my glutted gut as it fills to its absolute maximum. That hand then slides down under my belly. I can’t hold off any longer. This is it. All my limits being reached at once. Between the hedonism, internal pressure, and stimulation I let out a guttural moan. It starts low in my throat but builds and builds and as the last drop of the McFlurry drains into me I cum harder than I ever have with a partner. I feel warmth flood my pants and my stomach heaves as it clenches and tightens along with all the other muscles in my body.

I don’t know how long it lasts but all my muscles finally relax and the empty cup falls to join the rest of the trash beside me. I slowly open my eyes as I gasp for air. It’s hard since my lungs have so little space to inflate into inside my torso.

“Ummm… have a great night…” says a voice to my left.

I turn and realize I’m still parked next to the drive thru window. He’d seen the whole thing. But I don’t care. I’m too… done to care. I glance in the rear view mirror, no cars behind me. I turn back to the worker, “I’ll be back in a few days.”

I don’t wait for a response and just put my car into drive and slowly make my way to the completely empty street.

-

Raegan is still studying. Like a dutiful student. It’s been hours since Sam left to get a snack because studying was too hard. Whatever. Didn’t matter to her if she wasted her college experience.

She’d noticed Sam’s weight gain. And laziness. And tendency towards making excuses. But damn it she’s cute. Stupid college putting her in a stupid dorm with stupid cute chubby girl.

Something about how her body has been changing as the weight piled on is hypnotizing. When will she come back…?

Slowly, she becomes aware of a slow rhythmic sound coming from the hallway. Like someone carrying something heavy and taking slow steps. Then the jingle of keys. Then a louder jingle followed by muffled cursing.

Raegan stands and goes to her door. Opening she says, “do you need any… WHAT HAPPENED?!”

There is Sam, looking simultaneously like she had been attached to a water hose and inflated like one of those old cartoons and as if he’d been in a fight with a fast food dumpster. One hand on the wall, she’s trying to bend over to reach the keys he’d dropped.

Raegan’s mouth hangs agape as she fully takes in her appearance. She really did look rough but not upset in any way. Her face was a mess, but it was the rest of her appearance that causes her brain make sounds like a standard car shifting gears without a clutch.

When she he’d left hours ago she’d been chubby, but now… it looks like a she’d been eating nonstop! Standing stopped like that her belly hung in a bloated pendulous way. Her skin stretched to keep it looking spherical but it was clearly packed so full that it made standing upright difficult, and leaning forward unbearable.

“What happened to you?!” Raegan said loudly.

“Shhhh just help me get my keys ok? Please?” She said as she straightens back up, the effort of supporting her bloated belly while bent like that was clearly uncomfortable.

Coming to her senses Raegan rushes forwards, easily bends over and grabs the keys. That’s when she notices the wetness on the front of her unbuttoned pants, “ummm… Sam what?”

“Please, will you help me get inside and I’ll tell you everything!” she says.

She quickly unlocks the door, puts one arm around her shoulders, the other hand helping support that big belly, and helps her inside without another word.

Once inside Sam immediately steers towards her bed, the whole time her gut protrudes outwards, trying to pull her down while loud gurgling and sloshing noises emanate from within. It moves from side to side, hanging and swaying in one large mass. When they were close enough she lets gravity help her flop onto the bed, her stomach making loud squelching noises as it wobbles and bounces.

Raegan stares in stunned silence. It’s clear Sam has been on some sort of binge, but… “are you going to tell me what happened?”

“I ate,” she says. “And I ate. And I ate some more. And I’m not sure but I may be addicted.”

“Addicted?” She asks, confused. She looks down at her crotch then says, “You mean…”

“This feels so fucking good,” she says moaning softly as she strokes the tender stretched surface of her stomach.

Raegan stares speechless as her brain once again tried to process what she is witnessing. Here is her lazy roommate in a state of extreme gluttony and talking about how good it feels. Sexually. Raegan’s brain can’t handle it.

“Well… I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Raegan says. “I’m going to go to bed.”

She turns and walks to her bed without another word. Getting into bed her mind continues to reel. Sleep is a long time coming. Her own confusing arousal doesn’t help.

To be continued?

*author’s note - wow writing in the present tense doesn’t really feel natural. I’m tempted to keep this going, I have some ideas but I also tend to abandon projects that become too ambitious. Please comment if you’d like to see more