Chapter 4 - the second trip

As I waited for the guys to pick me up for the second trip, I looked down at my belly and thought about how much had changed since the last time we started a road trip. at 215 pounds I was about fifty pounds heavier, and wearing an all new wardrobe. I had fully accepted that I was fat, and did nothing to adjust my lifestyle and prevent it. Hanging out with Tyler all the time, it almost was as if we were encouraging each other to maintain a steady increase in our waist size.
I had seen Tyler so I knew he had been growing, but was kind of surprised when I saw James. He was huge. He must have been stuffing himself like crazy since I last saw him, I guessed he was at least at 275. Matt hadn't seen me since the last trip, and instantly patted my gut and commented.
" I see you haven't been missing any meals" he laughed "looks like you and Tyler have both left your skinny days in the past."
I didn't care about his comment, but James piped in.
"You should talk bro, your happy relationship is definitely starting to show."
It was true. Matt had been in a relationship with a girl, Jenny, since the last trip. I saw a picture of her on facebook, and was surprised that she was pretty chubby herself, and it seemed to be rubbing off on Matt. He looked like he had re gained his baby fat, and had that small starter belly that hung over the seatbelt which both Tyler and I had formerly sported.
We set off across the country with unbuttoned jeans and jiggling bellies. We stopped to eat constantly, grabbing meals, snacks, sodas at every stop. We ate every food challenge, and finished most of them. Many waitresses were commenting on our manly appetites. Even Matt was keeping up.
It wasn't long until none of us could button our pants anymore, and on the day that Matt's button burst on his size 32s we celebrated, ordering pizzas and chugging beer in our hotel room. No one could tease anyone anymore as we welcomed him into our chub club, and at this rate it wouldn't be long until he became a full fledged fat guy.
We had to buy new pants, I was at size 42s. As I sat in the car none of my shirts could fully cover my gut, and there almost was always a sliver of fat poking out. Sometimes we would all fold our shirts up over our swollen bellies and let our guts breath. As I looked at my bare beachball sized gut, I couldn't even believe it was a part of me. I didn't even recognize it anymore, but I loved it.
Both Tyler and I had quit smoking, but all the overindulging on food gave us intense cravings, and we broke down and split a pack. We were puffing away, rubbing our guts outside of our hotel room, when we were busted by Matt. We offered him a cig, and to our surprise he took it, saying Jenny smoked and always wanted him to try it. After a week he was sneaking away with us almost every time. It was weird seeing this skinny kid turn into a chubby smoker right before my eyes, reminded me of myself.
In California we proudly displayed our bellies on the beach. I loved when the fat girls walked by in their bikinis, and decided when I got home I would find a chubby girl, and experience fat sex. The thought got me so excited I had to go in the ocean to hide my arousal.
We pigged out in California, and on the ride back were already unbuttoning our new jeans. Matt weighed himself at a hotel and told us he was at 190, so that night we stuffed our selves silly, trying to get him to 200. I noticed how fat Tyler looked all around, and couldn't even remember him from a few months ago.
As we neared the end of the trip, we could barely button our jeans and Matt hit 200. We welcomed him int the fat guy world with a huge feast, and tons of beer. We got drunk and all smoked in front of James, eventually coaxing him to smoke a few with us. On Matt's 200 day, James weighed himself and was at 320. Tyler at 260, and me 235.
In the last week of the trip we ate with wreckless abandon, and smoked like chimneys.
When I got home, I pigged out and recovered, doing nothing but laying around and watching TV. Tyler came over with a scale and we weighed ourselves. I had hit 250, Tyler 270, and us both showing no signs of stopping. We went out and picked up a couple of chubby girls from the bar, and well....that's another story.

When The article about our road trip came out they turned it into a story called "getting fat across America", and it was all about our gains.
It was crazy to see our beginnings as skinny guys, and the huge fat hogs we had become. I was proud.