Justin Takes the Cake

Chapter 1

“Well you’ve really outdone yourself this time, Justin!” she scowled as she stood over me with her hands on her hips, her eyebrows furrowed in at a sharp forty-five degree angle.

I lay there helplessly on the sofa, holding my overstuffed gut as it towered above me like a massive mound of soft and fluffy flesh. I had overeaten to extremes in the past, as evidenced by my humongous gut. This time however I had really taken the cake - quite literally.

“I can’t believe you!” she cried out. “I can’t believe you would do this!”

“Tiffany, I’m sorry!” I said, as I suppressed a large belch that I could feel bubbling up just below the surface of my breath. “I didn’t mean to do it. Honest! I just got - *hiccup!* - carried away.”

I could feel a storm raging inside of me such as I had never felt before. I’d never been quite this stuffed before, which is saying a lot. I was known amongst my closest friends and family for my voracious appetite. In fact, it’s one of the things that I think first attracted Tiffany to me when we met almost five years earlier.

Tiffany made no secret about the fact that she loved bigger guys; all of her friends were well aware of her taste in men as well as her penchant for feeding and fattening up every man she’d ever dated. I was no exception.

Of course I was already pretty damn fat when she met me. Like I said, I’ve always had a huge appetite and I’ve never been shy about it either. When some mutual friends hooked me up with Tiffany, it seemed like it would be a match made in heaven - and for a while it was.

But recently things had gotten a little more strained between Tiffany and I. We got a place together and had been living together about a year at this point. The realities of living with a man my size and with my particular lifestyle and habits came as something of a rude awakening to Tiffany. Suddenly it seemed as though her fantasies of living with a big fat guy she could feed and stuff all day were fading away.

“Carried away?” she said. “That’s the problem with you, Justin! You always get carried away. You just don’t know when to stop!”

The look of disappointment on her face was heartbreaking, and I truly did feel sorry for what I’d done. If I’m being completely honest though, I really didn’t feel that bad about it. Honestly, it was kind of a thrill for me to see just how much food I could stuff inside of me all at once. I was kind of on a high at that moment, the pain in my overstuffed tummy masked by the adrenaline rush I still felt from my grandiose pig-out session.

“My parents are going to be here with my sister in forty minutes,” she said, a little tear forming in the corner of her eye, “and now I have nothing for them. Nothing!”

She had spent the whole morning cooking, making all of the most amazing recipes that she knew how to make. There was roasted chicken, steaks, smothered pork chops, potato salad, macaroni and cheese, a giant lasagna, a green bean casserole, and three different kinds of pie: apple, peach, and my absolute favorite: blueberry.

Then of course there was the cake. Ordered from a specialty bakery, it was a large triple-layered pineapple and mango cake with rich buttercream frosting. On top were written the words: “Happy Birthday, Jeannie” in bright blue frosted lettering. It was beautiful. The bakery that made it did a splendid job, and it tasted absolutely wonderful, as did everything else. She’d only stepped out for a few minutes to grab a small container of paprika, and when she returned the damage had already been done.

“I just can’t believe you ate all of it!” she shouted, getting angrier by the minute. “All my hard work ruined!” That’s when the waterworks started.

As Tiffany began balling, suddenly the indigestion in my stomach started to take over the high I was feeling, and my heart sank down in my chest. What had I done? What kind of a monster was I? Who eats an entire meal meant for a dozen people to celebrate a birthday party all by himself?

A fat greedy pig. That’s who! That’s what I was: a big, fat, greedy pig!

“Tiff, don’t cry,” I said, reaching out for her with one hand while the other remained atop my giant distended belly. “I’ll make it up to you!”

“How?”

“I’ll run out to the store and just pick up a bunch of food we can serve, and I’ll pick up another birthday cake. I’ll be back before you know it!”

Tiffany’s tears turned to laughter for a moment, as the suggestion I had made seemed to amuse her to no end. “Run out?” she said, “Where are you running? Look at you! You’re so fat you can barely move! I bet you can’t even get up from that sofa right now. Your belly is huge, you big fatso!”

She wasn’t wrong. Indeed I was so heavy and bloated I could barely move at all. The thought of trying to get up and go outside seemed like a virtual impossibility at that moment.

“Besides,” she went on. “I don’t trust you around food anymore. Any food you get near you will eat and you will eat it all! You’re such a fat pig!”

As if right on cue, a massive burp erupted from my gut.

“Ugh!” Tiffany grimaced. “So disgusting!”

“Excuse me,” I said as I slapped the bare skin of my belly that was poking out from underneath my shirt.

At this point she just collapsed and slumped down next to me on the couch, burying her head on the soft fatty flesh of my big barreled chest. She began to sob uncontrollably, as though I had really ruined her life.

“Listen,” I said, tenderly taking her head up in my hands. “Go on top of my dresser in the bedroom and grab my wallet. We’ll call some take out places that deliver, and order another cake. I’ll call my buddy Carl, he owes me a favor and he’ll go grab it for us. Don’t worry, it’s going to be fine.”

Tiffany wiped the tears from her eyes and got to work trying to replace the feast for her family that I had consumed. While she did that, I waddled my way into the bedroom. I was going to have to find something I could wear, something that would actually fit me.

But first, I desperately needed a nap.