Need

Chapter 1

Need

He glanced at the clock again. Surely time was moving slower on purpose. Surely more than five minutes had passed since the last time he checked. Nope, the clock on his phone confirmed. Damn it, five o’clock couldn’t come soon enough.

While he was looking at his phone, he checked Reddit. There was a little red dot next to the chat icon. Clicking it he had a new DM from his new “friend.” They’d exchanged messages over the last few days. Things had started simply, subtle flirtations. A handful of relatively chaste photos had been exchanged. But the content of their messages was ramping up. Getting more sexual as they carefully exchanged details of their individual kinks and interests.

Her message read “I’d certainly say something to the effect of, glad you enjoyed it so much! And deliver an impressed and aroused pat to your overfed stomach…”

He groaned softly as his stomach let out a loud gurgle, an almost animalistic growl. “You’ve had enough! The trash can is full of wrappers,” but there was no denying it. He was still hungry. And not exactly complaining. As he scrolled back up to the pic she’d sent one hand rested on the distended swell of his stomach and he felt an urgent stirring beneath it.

Half an hour. Just another half of hour. “There’s a Taco Bell just down the road. I’m a little concerned that I’ll get more than I can handle…” he sent back to her.

He placed his phone to the side and tried to focus on his work. Ignoring the increasingly urgent needs of his body. He identified most closely as a hedonistic glutton. He loved to eat. He loved even more to eat too much. Eat to excess. And it had been a while since he’d been able to truly indulge.

His phone buzzed softly, he barely hesitated to pick it back up. A new message.

“Sounds like the opposite of a problem to me!” She’d sent.

He let out an increasingly frustrated moan. Twenty more minutes… oh fuck it! He typed out a quick message to his boss, “not feeling well. I need to leave.”

He didn’t wait for a response. Just logged out, grabbed his jacket, and was out the door in moments.

-

He tried not to speed. He tried to calm his breathing. But every bump of the poorly maintained road caused his large gut to jiggle and slosh mildly. He’d eaten a lot throughout the day so it was not small. He rested one hand on top of his gut trying to keep it a bit more stable to calm himself down.

Soon enough, he pulled into the Taco Bell drive thru. He may have blacked out because he seemed to only blink and he was parked in an isolated spot with a bulging bag of dubious Mexican food in the passenger seat.

This wasn’t a neat and tidy meal. This was a feral, desperate, ravenous glut. He reached into the bag and grabbed something. He didn’t exactly know what but he took a big bite and seemed to dissociate again.

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His stomach was bulging mightily. His work shirt unbuttoned and untucked. His breathing was coming is ragged gasps as he took bite after bite. It all blurred together, all Taco Bell foods were essentially the same just prepared in minimally different ways. All that mattered was that it was cheap and plenty of it.

Beneath the generous swell of his stomach he was twitching rhythmically with his pulse. He couldn’t see the bulging twitch, he was far too swollen for that.

More. I need more. Must. Have. More.

Bite. Chew. Swallow. Bite. Moan. Rub. Bite.

This was his entire world view. He had no idea how much he’d eaten or how much was left. But he knew he wouldn’t stop until it was all gone or he was incapable of swallowing another bite.

Need more need more need MORE!

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He tried not to drive too quickly. If he hit a bump too hard he might lose his precious cargo. Plus, it wasn’t safe, with his gut pressed firmly into the bottom of steering wheel. Plus, he could barely breathe.

The air smelled of fried tortilla, beef, and cheese. The floor and passenger seat covered in wrappers and napkins. His shirt was soaked with sweat as his body desperately worked to digest the contents of his stomach. His eyes heavy with fatigue and horniness, his cock throbbing painfully. He’d come close to release at the first bump of his drive home but had managed to hold on. He didn’t fancy cleaning up the mess that would make on such a full stomach. Plus, he be home soon. He’d get home, strip, stagger into the shower, and finally feel some release. He’d need to find time to send her a pic first. They’d agreed no nudity yet. He knew she’d love this though. He should plan a trip to Louisiana at some point… the idea of Cajun food flitted through his mind and, despite everything, his belly rumbled with hunger.