Chapter 2 - the binge

*Burp*

Excuse me. I like to down some whole chocolate milk before bed. It's deliciously creamy, like my large thighs, and the calories and fat build up nicely. I loooove chocolate milk.

Chocolate milk is one of the things that got me here in the first place.

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Time to quit smoking. I mean REALLY quit this time. It's a gross habit, and I'm at the age to grow.... UP. Time to grow up.

Ahem... Where was I? -- Last time I quit is when I gained all that weight. I worked so hard to lose it.

I mean, I'm quitting smoking. You have to pick your battles, right?

What if I go ALL out, like binge for a week. I'll gain as much as I do, eat whatever I want, no holds barred... And after the week it's back to reality. I mean, I'm quitting smoking! I deserve a treat.

Besides... it's only temporary.

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I have a calorie counter app on my phone. It's sat there for months unused. A remnant of a fitness program.

I decide to use it as an experiment. Let's see what calories when have what effect on where at what time. Uh -- Right.

7-11 trip on my way into work. Get my usual breakfast sandwich, but I paused. I saw the big chocolate milk container. Looked at the back, 840 calories.

I got hot... flushed in the face. In an impulse, I bought it. Chugged the entire thing in the car, along with the fattening sandwich.

At work, I couldn't stop thinking about the feeling of going a little beyond. It was turning me on.

Lunch - heh - lunch was different then normal. I went to a local convenience store. I bought an orange soda, a bag of combos, and a candy bar. I mean, I NEVER buy a candy bar... I ate the whole thing, 1820 calories worth. Every combo, every drop of soda, and every inch of the delicious chocolate bar. Licking my fingers.

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I fantasized... My belly expanding. My chair creaking at the weight. I keep eating, as I reach into my stash of snacks. 3,000; 5,000; 7,000... the calories keep piling up. You're there... encouraging me. Pushing fattening morsels into my mouth as I moan in ecstasy. You reach down to my nipple, flicking it lightly. It jiggles, as it continues to expand. I am, after all, a growing boy.

I can't stop eating. You wouldn't let me if I tried.

You reach your hand, your palm cupping my growing breasts. You slide down, my fat is there waiting. Along the growing curvature of my soft masculine frame. My belly is peaking out of my shirt. You see a little more, as I keep eating. You reach my belly button, and twirl your finger. You can feel it getting bigger, your finger becoming smaller. You reach around my belly to grab it's mass from below. It's heavy, and soft, and sensual. You pull my shirt off, revealing my fat frame. You grab my love handles, and shake. My entire body quivers, and I moan.

With one hand I feed myself, with the other I reach between your thighs and begin fingering your dripping clit. It's perfect speed and motion, and you grab into my expanse even more. My belly is covering my lap, and you slide youre fingers in between my jiggling mass and my thighs. You feel my belly get heavier, and heavier...

I keep eating as you mount me. With two hands you lift my belly, and rest your womanhood on my firm large cock. The cushion of fat surrounding my balls puts a pressure of fat on your clit, as you feel it squeeze and jiggle at each of your thrust.

The waves of my stomach crash against your frame, dwarfing you in comparison. The weight slaps with each motion, and I whisper, "Make me fatter."

I eat, and grow. You are now able to sit upright on my cock, and hug my obesity. Like a cushion of sexual pleasure, I grab your perfect ass. You thrust harder, harder, as I get fatter -- and fatter.

I love that you love me fat. I want to get fatter.

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This was a bad idea. Eating that much... But so fun. And such a turn on.

I continued my binge that day, and ate over 6,000 calories. Every last drop I savored. After all, this was only temporary...

Right?