Just a Taste

Chapter 1

urrrrrrrp“Oooooof ugh.”

“Just a little more.”

*ping

“Urrrrrrrp.”
< br>“Mmmmmm look at that. You are plumping up nicely.”

“Hufffff ugh ooof.”

“Quit whining.”

Every night without fail he would submit. He regretted it every time and would say never again. But the next night it would happen again.

“Ugh urrrrrrp.”

He leaned back. It was so many calories.

“I think you can take a bit more.”

“What? No. We agreed to only one.”

“I know.”

He had done the math. One carton of icecream wasn’t going to do damage as long as he stuck to his routine. He was young he could handle it.

“I gotta go.”

He grabbed his sweater to cover his broken jeans.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Maybe invest in some bigger jeans. Looks like our fun is starting to stick.”

They gave his belly a pat. He blushed furiously.
……….
“Never again.”

His reflection stared back at him. He didn’t really look different. They were just messing with him. He picked up the ruined jeans and got to work sewing the button back on.

“There good as new.”

He pulled them on easily. The flaps met they buttoned. He let out a sigh of relief. He pulled on a shirt not bothering to look at how the jeans fit. If he had he would have noticed how his belly had just started to touch his waistband. He would have noticed the way his belly jiggled ever so slightly. If he wasn’t in such a rush that morning he wouldn’t have skipped breakfast and he would have noticed the slight pinching at his waist.

If he hadn’t skipped breakfast he wouldn’t have stopped for fast food. If he hadnt been in a rush he would have eaten slow enough to realize he was full a third of the way through his food and he would have saved the rest for lunch. If he hadn’t passed out the night before in a food coma he would have made a lunch instead of eating out.

He had made the mistake of picking up more fast food for lunch and wolfing in down to try to get ahead with his work so he could leave early. No one saw him eat so a coworker invited him to lunch.

“Come with us. It’s on the company’s dime.”

He didn’t want to be rude. And he had already said yes and ordered before his brain realized how full he was. But he wasn’t the only one who ate too much.

“Ugh do you want the rest of mine?”

“Sure.”

He wasn’t sure why he agreed. He agreed to take all the leftovers. It was too good. Plus food for later.

“Better finish fast. We gotta get back.”

Again he made the mistake of eating too much too fast. The rest of the day was torture. It is hard to work wheh your stomach is bloated and being cut in half. Why did he wear these jeans?

“Urrrrp ooof.”

He briefly thought about last night. It sent a shiver down his spine. It would be fine. He would hit the gym after work.