Chapter 2

Jeff could hardly believe how much effort it took just to stagger inside the house and flop his bulk down on the couch. He laid flat on his back, marveling at how high his round, packed gut stuck up in the air.

Stroking and rubbing the overfilled sphere taking over his midsection, he noticed that the seams of his t-shirt had begun to fray apart.

“First I lose a button, and now I I’m busting out of this shirt. God I am stuffing myself so fat,” he murmured to himself.

Rubbing his bulging belly, he fell asleep.

—-

Jeff woke up a few hours later absolutely starving. Even though his stomach felt completely empty, the effects of the day’s stuffing were taking their toll on his waistline, and he struggled to get up. After a few tries, he had succeeded in getting himself off the couch, and had broken a little sweat. He was a little unsteady on his feet, unaccustomed to having so much belly in front of him.

He padded to the kitchen, desperate for something to eat. It would be hours before Amanda got home. He had time to fix himself a little snack.

“How can I possibly be this hungry still?”

He pulled out a large box of cereal and poured the whole contents into a mixing bowl, then filled it with milk. This, he hoped, would be enough to tide him over.

He eased down into a chair at the kitchen table to eat, dimly aware that his gut pushed him a little farther back than he was used to. Before he knew it his spoon hit the bottom of the bowl. But Jeff was still ravenous.

He opened the refrigerator and found a nearly whole cheesecake. Sometimes Amanda would pick up a cake on a whim from the grocery store bakery. She knew Jeff liked having sweets around, and boy was he grateful today that she stocked the fridge to keep him well fed.

He put the cheesecake on the table and grabbed a fork, not even bothering to cut a slice. He couldn’t get the cake into his mouth fast enough. He ate and ate, feeling the heavy creaminess melt in his mouth, but somehow he seemed to get hungrier with every bite.

By the time he was done and every bit of cheesecake was gone, he felt massive and heavy, but still hungry. Jeff looked down, stunned at his own bulk. He ran his hands over the soft expanse of skin, marveling at just how big he was making himself.

There was something sensual about it, giving in. Jeff decided then and there that his gut would get whatever it wanted until it was satisfied.

One hand rubbing the swell of his belly, he called the local pizza place and ordered two—no, make that three—pizzas. It wasn’t unheard of for Jeff to polish off at least one pizza all on his own, and as thrilling as he was finding it to eat with utter abandon, he couldn’t let Amanda know the full extent of this “snack.” Even if he ate a whole pizza himself, three pizzas would ensure that there was definitely some left for Amanda. It would look like he had thoughtfully ordered them dinner. Plus, he had already eaten so much, there was no way he could put away a whole pizza himself, he reasoned.

—-

Amanda came home after sundown and was stunned by what she saw.

Jeff, lying on the floor, massive, and nearly comatose, one slice of pizza resting on his hugely swollen belly. And that belly. It dwarfed the rest of him. His t-shirt had long lost the fight, and lay ripped apart by his gluttony. She counted three pizza boxes scattered around the room. Empty pizza boxes.

“Oof. Three…hic…pizzas. Mmm. Babe. Three…hic…urp…whole pizzas. This,” He gestured to the slice on his gut “is all…oof…that’s left. And I’m so…urp…huge that I can’t…mmm…reach it.”

It was true, his arms were no match for the size of that huge, distended gut pinning him to the floor.

“Oh my goodness. Someone must have been hungry,” Amanda cooed, teasing him, “I bet you couldn’t possibly eat the last slice, considering how big and full this belly is.”

“Mmm…no. Babe…mmf…I need it. Will you…oof…hic…feed it to me? This greedy gut…mmf…needs it”

Amanda picked up the pizza and held it to his mouth. As he ate, she rubbed his massive bare gut, marveling at how packed it felt under the layer of soft fat.

“Amanda, hic…you’re gonna think I’m…oof…crazy…mmm…and the biggest…fatty alive…but I swear I smell…urp…fried chicken. Am I having some…oof…stuffing-induced hallucination?”

“Well, you very well may be the biggest fatty,” she said, gently jiggling his huge, swollen tummy, “but you do smell fried chicken. I thought you might be hungry, so I brought home a bucket for you.“

“My god…urp…you would not believe…hic…how hungry…mmm…I was.”

“There’s no way you want any, is there? I mean you can hardly sit up with that huge stuffed belly.”

But Amanda knew exactly what Jeff wanted, and she grabbed a piece of chicken and raised it to his lips. He accepted it and chewed greedily, moaning and breathing heavily.

—-

“Urp…mmm…no more. No more…hic…I’ll burst”

Jeff’s massive gut listed to one side, as he struggled and squirmed under its weight. He had never been so stuffed, so full, so hugely round.

“Well, good, because there isn’t any more. You finished it all.”

Jeff thought to himself that he had eaten more than a football team all by himself. Three huge sandwiches meant to serve a total of six people, three milkshakes, a whole box of cereal, almost all of a cheesecake, three pizzas, and a bucket of fried chicken. All in his belly. His huge, fat, stuffed belly that got whatever it wanted.

And boy it felt like it. Jeff had glutted himself all day long. He could only imagine how big he would be tomorrow. What clothes did he have that would even fit over his balloon of a gut? That would be a problem for tomorrow. For now, was much too full to move. He couldn’t get up, let alone have sex with beautiful Amanda like he wanted. it was unreal how attentive she was in feeding him and tending to the every desire of his huge, greedy belly. But she didn’t seem to mind. For tonight, his boundless gluttony was the sensuous main act.