Madison’s Burrito Binge

Chapter 1

Madison hurriedly directed the Chipotle worker through her burrito’s construction, unable to wait any longer for her food. She ordered a chicken burrito, with white rice, black beans, and the works (including guac). She also grabbed a Mexican Coca-Cola, a must-have with Chipotle burritos. At long last, she collapsed into the booth with her food. Her fingers shook as she clumsily unwrapped the foil, but were surprisingly still as she grabbed the warm, heavy tortilla. Face and burrito collided as Madison’s hunger finally began to be satiated.
Several bites in, she grabbed the soda, twisted off the cap, and took a long swig, her tongue and throat burning with thousands of tiny sharp bubbles. The sweet, cool flavor was quickly blanketed by more burrito, which at this point was nearly half gone. Madison briefly paused her attack to stifle a small burp, which she forced back down. She had always been taught that it wasn’t polite for women to release gas, and that even when they were alone the act should be as untraceable and silent as possible. This proved harder as Madison continued fighting her way through the burrito and soda. With a few bites left, she slid a hand under her shirt, feeling her stomach. It was definitely poking out a bit more than normal, and the thin layer of belly fat felt pressured, as her full stomach took up more room than normal. She questioned whether sour cream was the best choice considering her lactose intolerance. Madison was determined to fully utilize her cheat day to its fullest potential, however, and she alternated between burrito and soda until she took the last bite and washed it down with a big, somewhat painful gulp of Coke, draining the bottle. Her stomach was now rounded and completely visible through her loose fitting t-shirt, something that was completely foreign to her. She discreetly patted it a few times, eyeing the other customers warily to make sure no one saw her. Before she could stop it, her poor stomach managed to force a burp, at which she reflexively straightened upwards and shut her mouth, cutting the low croak off quickly and silently blowing it out through pursed lips while her face reddened in shame. Despite this clear evidence that she had overindulged, her gurgling, rounded, turgid belly still craved more food. She did have the common sense to get her order to go; she was already struggling to get to the counter, feeling like a ten pound kettlebell had been haphazardly Scotch-taped to her middle.
“Hey, I’ll take a burrito to go.” Madison grunted, leaning against the narrow counter. She continued to ask for white rice, black beans, brown beans, and, again, “the works”, now with guac AND queso. After the poor employee had suffered through the workout that was wrapping her burrito, she grabbed another Coke and a tangerine Izze drink, still somehow feeling thirsty. The motion of bending down to grab them nearly caused another gaseous eruption, which she literally gulped down audibly, a hand flying to her chest as her eyes started to water. She checked out as quickly as possible, rapidly pressing whichever tip option her finger was closest to on the reader. At long last, she guiltily waddled outside and clambered into her car, eager to return home.
The drive home was somewhat uncomfortable. Madison never remembered car rides jostling her around so much. After the surprisingly painful bounce to a stop at a third red light, Madison couldn’t bear the pressure in her stomach any longer. She rolled up the windows of her car, sat up straight, and pretended to look at herself in the rear view mirror while silently releasing the gas through a long exhale. She uncomfortably settled back down in her seat and rolled back down the windows once the smell hit her, embarrassed despite her secrecy.