The Spoilage Trap

Chapter 1

My girl friend, Carol and I needed a summer job. A friend of hers told us about working at the major league baseball stadium in food service. She said the work was hard, but plenty of fringe benefits, plus the team was on the road several days during any given month, so you got a lot of time off too.

We applied and were hired on by Catering Services International, known as CSI to most everyone. We started working a stand on the lower level. We served hot dogs, personal pizzas, ice cream sundaes, beer, pop and popcorn along with some other fattening goodies.

We started in late May after we got out of school. The first day went pretty well. We could drink all the pop we wanted using an employee cup which we kept all day. We also were allowed ten bucks to buy a meal at our beak time.

But the real fringe benefit came was at the end of they day and that was spoilage! Any left over hot food, had to be thrown away or disposed of in some manner. I was not considered safe to re-heat for the next days’ game. Sometimes there was even more spoilage at the end of a home stand, as some cold items like soft serve ice cream could not remain in the machine anymore than just over night.

The first night we were introduced to the concept of spoilage, our manager was doing the final tally and count. She checked off ten personal pizzas left over and fifteen hot dogs.

She was about to throw them away when Carol said, “Matt and I will take them.” Our manager replied, “Sorry guys but you can not take any food out of the stadium, company and team rules!”

Standing there holding our five boxes of pizzas each, and several hot dogs. Carol giggled, “Let’s just eat them here!” “Carol are you nuts, we can’t eat all of this we will get sick!” I replied.

“Oh come on, you big baby, I have seen you eat nearly a whole large pizza by yourself, Matt, come you can do it, besides I am starved!” teased Carol.

So over my objections, (see how whipped I am) we started to eat. I have to admit they are pretty good pizzas, I managed to finish all five and Carol ate three and half of hers.
Thank goodness that CSI provides nylon black slip on pants as part of their uniform, with a merciful elastic waist band or Carol and I would have popped some buttons.

Carol suggested we change at the apartment and head over to a local bar to meet some of our friends. I agreed, though feeling like I was going to explode!

We stripped off our uniforms and tossing in the washing machine for tomorrow’s shift. It was then I notice how bloated we both were. I thought “Oh my God, Carol is so hot with her belly so bloated, I can hardly stand it!”

Carol’s tummy bulged over the waist band of her bikini panty and I looked at my own belly ballooning out from my chest, my own underpants disappearing under the bulge.

Carol poked my belly. “Whoa, some one had too much pizza today!” she giggled. My turn, “Hey, looks like some else has a belly now too.” Carol surprised me by spinning around in just her bra and panties, patting her belly. “Hey good for the gander, good for the goose!” she said. Giggling, Carol thought, “Matt’s belly is so awesome, this was the best idea I have ever had, I think we need to do this after every game, we are going to get huge, fat bellies!”

We pulled on some clothes and went to our favorite bar. After several beers, paid for with our tip money, it was back to the apartment to get to bed for tomorrow’s game. I lay in bed fondling by still bloated belly, getting turned on feeling the bulge, I thought, “what if we keep this up? By the end of the summer we could be huge!”

Same procedures as the previous day at the stand as we set up for the gates to open. Then four or so hours of being busy and then start to clean up and do the final counts.

This was an evening game, so we were not done until pretty late. Again, our manager did the count of the left over “spoilage”. This time twelve boxes of personal pizzas, plus the ice cream machine had to emptied and cleaned out. The manager said to just dump the ice cream, but Carol had other ideas!

“Matt, here hold this open.” She said. Carol had her mouth under the spout and wanted me to open the valve and let the ice cream flow into her mouth. “Carol, you will get a wicked brain freeze from this stuff.” I admonished. “Oh come on Matt, just do it”

So I opened the valve letting the rich ice cream flow into Carol’s waiting mouth. I was amazed how fast she could swallow the treat, she stopped me and then surprised me by saying now the vanilla!

She waved for me to stop. “BURRP! Now your turn, big boy!” So I dutifully laid under the spout too and Carol opened the valve. I too could swallow pretty fast, gulping down a ton of ice cream. Both of us were now sporting some serious tummy bulge!

We finished cleaning the machine. As we got ready to leave, our manager said, “Carol and Matt I have your pizzas for you.” I thought, “I am already stuffed with ice cream, I can’t eat any pizzas too!” But Carol piped up, “Oh, great we will take them.” We carried the pizzas out of the stand.

“Carol we can’t take these out, I’m too stuffed to eat them all! What are we doing with these!” Carol just smiled, “We are going to eat them silly!”

She opened a box, took out a slice and stuffed into my mouth and then hers and she kept doing this until all of them were gone. As Carol stuffed pizza into Matt and herself, she was thinking, “I am so turned on now, this is most erotic thing I have ever done and I can’t weight to do it again and again!”

I thought I would burst right then and there. My gut felt like a rock I was so packed with food, I felt like I was having trouble walking I so distended.

Carol too was pretty bloated, but she was just giggling, patting her belly and smiling.

She just turned to me, “Come on big boy, let’s get home and get out of these clothes!” What Carol was thinking though, “I want to get you home and see that belly in just your undies!”

We got to the apartment. I stared at her, she was amazing. She looked like she was pregnant, her belly just bulged in front of her and she seemed plumper to me than she did yesterday. I thought, “Carol looks so awesome with her belly all bloated and distended, I can hardly stand it. This bingeing really hurts, I feel like I’m going to burst, but I get so turned on watching Carol stuff herself, I don’t mind if I get fat, as long as I can watch her get FAT!”

She giggled as she pulled down my uniform nylon pants, now noticeably tighter. My belly bulged out, again rock hard with a massive amount of “spoilage”. Carol giggling, she was so turned on thinking, “I am going to get Matt so nice and FAT too, we are going to be so huge in a couple of months and I am going to do whatever it takes to get a big fat tummy and turn my Matt into a butterball!”

The next morning I was awaken by Carol cooking breakfast, too much of it, given how much we both had eaten the night before.

She was just dressed in a bikini panty and one of my t-shirts. I looked at Carol in the kitchen and almost “came” right then and there, thinking this has to keep up she is getting more beautiful with every bit she takes!”

With a couple of days off while the team was on a road trip, we just laid around, not getting any exercise at all, more or less just snacking and playing video games. We knew we were getting FAT, but we were now so into it, there was no turning back!

Before we knew it another round of games and more and more spoilage headed our way. Our manager was now keeping all of the spoilage for Carol and I. It became a ritual after every game for Carol and I to gorge on pizzas, hot dogs, brats and ice cream. Then waddle to the apartment to digest the nights debauchery . We became gluttons, we would eat every meal until we were engorged and distended with food!

By about the middle of the season, Carol and I were now down right FAT! We both had gained nearly fifty pounds each, both of us had big round pot bellies and big fat bottoms. It was driving us wild! Our sex lives were unbelievable, fore play consisted of bumping into each other’s bulging bellies, pinching fat bottoms, kneading our love handles and spanking fattened bottoms. Sex was heightened by experimenting with positions to get around, round, fat bellies!

We had to order larger and larger uniforms. Carol now wore XL pants (Mens) and I wore XXL (Mens). None of our regular clothes fit us anymore. We went to the thrift stores to hunt for clothes to cover our expanding bodies. Carol found some house dress shifts that slipped over her head. They fit pretty well and had “room to grow” too. I found some XXL sweat pants and t-shirts.

We had to go to Wal-Mart to get new underwear, both of us were so fat now. I had a forty-eight inch waist, I had to wear briefs, which Carol loved. She found me some larger bikini briefs (Jockey brand/Cambridge Classics) which merely accentuated the size of my belly and bottom. Carol loved to lounge around the apartment in just bikini panties and t-shirts stretched over her round belly. She sat rubbing her round belly, a roll of fat sagging over the bikini panty waist band, thinking, “Those bikinis I found for Matt are so awesome, he is so hot, I love the way his belly bulges over them, and what the bikini’s do for his bottom, I get hot just looking at him try to waddle around the apartment!”

We still frequented our favorite bar. Though the guys were giving me grief about how fat I was getting, I dealt with the ribbing my just eating and drinking even more! Carol was getting scolded for drinking will she was pregnant! She finally pinned a note to her dress just below her boobs that said “Not Pregnant, FAT!” The note finally stopped the nosy do gooders from bothering her. She loved the fact that her belly was so big, that people thought she was pregnant! So did I!!


Well, we knew we had to decide what we were going to do. We both were now obese and in danger of becoming morbidly obese! But we loved our spoilage. The gorging was addicting to us, we loved to feel so totally stuffed that we could barely walk or now waddle. The sex was so fantastic we didn’t want to stop, it seemed to get better the more we over ate and fatter we got! We were also becoming the talk of the stadium and concessions staff. “That really fat couple that eats all the spoilage after every game!”

One side effect of the massive bingeing and over eating, was Carol and I were falling deeper and deeper in love (though the “lust” part helped!). We now had a mental telepathy going. Carol would spot some food or sniff a great smell and I would turn and ask “Where baby?”

The spoilage issue started to come to a head. Our fame as the fat spoilage couple spread and others were now starting to binge on the rich, fattening leftovers. We were also “taking up a lot of room” in the stand, do to our ever increasing girth.