repost of an old wg scenario i wrote, but this time without the readmore so it doesnât disappear when i delete this account. sorry for the length!
imagine you go out one day to go shopping and grab some lunch on the way back. Â you pass by a new drive-thru restaurant that seems intriguing enough to try out, so you drive in to wait in the (surprisingly) long line of cars.
itâs a typical fast food place, with burgers and sandwiches, chicken tenders, fries, and desserts like cookies and ice cream, the usual stuff. Â the serving sizes seem rather large, but you think âwhatever, Iâll get the 20 piece chicken strips and a medium fries and keep the leftovers for dinnerâ.
you order your food and a large lemonade to go with it, and once you get your food, you just pull into one of the parking spots in the lot to eat, because once you smelled the food you realized just how hungry you were.
you dig in, taking a hefty bite of one of the breaded chicken tenders, and let out a pleased little sigh because wow, for a fast food place, these are really good. Â so, you continue eating, alternating between dipping in various sauces and nibbling on some fries while you casually check your phone to pass the time.
before you know it, youâve gone through 10 of the 20 tenders, but you feel like you could keep going. Â your stomach protests slightly, and is already beginning to look bloated. Â you unbuckle your seatbelt to offer yourself more comfort, and continue eating regardless of the slight discomfort. Â before even realizing whatâs happened, you finish off the last 10 tenders, all your fries, and nurse your lemonade while rubbing your slightly distended belly. Â you werenât that big to begin with, but with the large amount of food, your stomach looks huge in comparison to how it was. Â even your tee-shirt has ridden up just slightly to show a small sliver of skin above your waistband.
you sit in the lot for a while, feeling too full to start driving home immediately, and hope some of your discomfort dissipates. Â just as youâre about to start to head home, thereâs a little tap on your window from one of the workers. Â when you unroll your window, they give you a warm smile and ask if youâd like to order some food to take home, as well as a complimentary ice cream cone.
even though any other time, with such a full belly, youâd turn down any offer of food, you find yourself agreeing to order another round, this time a 30 piece chicken tender box, another medium fry, and the ice cream cone, justifying your larger order with âIâll have the leftovers for lunch tomorrowâ.
you get your food, and eat your ice cream as you drive home. Â while the food smells wonderful, you convince yourself to wait till later to eat so you can digest some more. Â although, you end up eating dinner earlier than usual because you just canât wait to eat more of the tenders. Â the smell fills your small apartment as you heat everything up in the oven, even all 30 of the chicken tenders without thinking to simply set some aside for tomorrow, and you barely wait for it to cool down before you start eating.
theyâre just as divine as theyâd been earlier in the day, and once again you find yourself plowing through 20 of the tenders again, rubbing at your belly once more, this time even more distended than earlier. Â you set aside the other 10 and the rest of your fries for now, and just sit back on the couch to watch TV. Â a few hours later, you do end up finishing the last of the food, and scold yourself for eating tomorrowâs lunch as you rub your massive, hard belly as it peeks out from your shirt. Â
after sitting there for a while longer, you finally get up and waddle to your bedroom to pass out till the next day.
when you wake up, you immediately find your stomach growling, but you donât notice that youâre a bit chubbier than you were yesterday. Â you go about your morning, eating some scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast, and as lunchtime comes closer, you are only thinking about that fast food place.
âthe chicken sandwich did look really goodâŚâ you think, and decide to go out to get lunch there again.  âit wonât become a habit,â you think, âIâm sure Iâll burn out on it by next weekâ.
once again, you sit in the lot with your shockingly enormous sandwich, and rather than eat only half of it like you assumed you would, you eat all of it and the medium fries you got with it. Â once again, a worker comes to take a second order from you as you rub your even more distended belly, and you get another sandwich, 20 chicken tenders, large fries, a milkshake, and a complimentary ice cream that you eat on the drive home.
and again, that night, you somehow manage to eat all the food you brought home, this time having to unbutton your jeans as you sit on the couch and let your taught stomach rest in your lap.
the next day, you notice your shirts are a little more fitting, but you just make a mental note to buy some new ones soon, and donât notice when you eat much more breakfast than you usually do, and at this point already youâre running on autopilot as you head out to the fast food place to get your lunch.
you end up doing the same routine day after day, hardly even realizing it, and eventually you pay little mind to the shrinking of your clothes, since really you arenât seeing anybody, since you work from home. who cares if your belly sticks out even when your stomach is empty?
you start to wear sweatpants every day, and even then the fabric begins to cling to your thighs and ass and youâre worried theyâll rip every time you bend over. your stomach and love handles are incredibly soft, and every time you go to eat, rather than check your phone as you chow down, you play with your plush midsection and feel as it gets fuller, rounder, harder.
you also find that your serving sizes keep growing. Â a 20 piece chicken tender basket now just feels like an appetizer, so you automatically order the 50 piece. Â one sandwich makes you feel comfortably full, so you start ordering 2 or 3 at a time. you also begin ordering the extra large fries, along with a large shake, and you buy an ice cream outright from now on, and also take the complimentary one home with you later. Â eventually your meals become all of these items combined, for multiple sandwiches, the largest amount of tenders possible, the largest fries, and the most calorie-heavy drink.
on the 12th day of you going there, and trying the last item on the menu, you finish off by stuffing yourself full of 50 chicken tenders, and the last half of an extra large bag of fries, and wash it down with a large extra-thick chocolate milkshake. earlier that morning, youâd woken up to see that your sweatpants had burst at the seams around your thighs, and you couldnât pull them up to cover your whole ass. Â and that was a new pair youâd ordered online, and thankfully you had another pair lying around that you managed to somehow squeeze into.
youâd given up on shirts at this point, as every day you seemed to grow out of a new one, so even with a XX-large shirt on, half your stomach was on display even when empty. getting out of bed was beginning to become an ordeal, and walking from your apartment door to your car in the parking lot left you out of breath.
now, as you sat in the parking lot with your incredibly full stomach, you let out a little groan. you rubbed at the expanse of flesh, noting how it pushed your shirt up all the way to where it was only stretched across your breasts. the sleeves were already beginning to feel tight, much like your pants. you pushed aside enough of your stomach to notice that the seams were already bursting on your new sweatpants, and groan again, though you admit itâs out of pleasure and not out of frustration for needing to buy a new pair already.
again, a worker comes to take your second order, and you order the same as youâd had that day, plus another 50 chicken tenders and two large milkshakes.
you manage to get your seatbelt on from around your fat stomach, now with an extender on it because 5 days ago you realized your seatbelt didnât fit anymore. but, that issue had been solved, and now there was a new one.
with your pile of food safely on the passenger seat, you make to start driving, but find that your stomach is sticking out so far that itâs pressing into the steering wheel and making it impossible to use. Â it makes you moan, and you rub gently at your stomach again as you try to think a way out of this. Â you try moving your seat back, but once thatâs done, your feet can no longer reach the pedals well enough to feel safe driving. itâs then that you realize you really are squeezed into your little car, with your flabby love handles pressing hard into the door on your left, and falling over the center console on your right.
you just look around, in a bit of a daze, and give in to the fact that youâll have to sit and wait to digest a bit so your stomach isnât so full.
you start by just scrolling through your phone, rubbing at your belly with your free hand, though you soon find that, as your stomach becomes less full, you reach for some of the fries on the passenger seat, and then reach for some tenders, and finish both of the milkshakes, justifying it with âotherwise theyâll melt if they just sit here!â
almost as if on cue, a worker comes up to the window again, and you order two more milkshakes and another large fry and 20 tenders, and thatâs when you learn theyâre implementing a delivery system for devoted customers, which you find you are one of. Â they hand you a menu with a delivery number to call, and you thank them, before mustering up enough self control to sit for a while and not eat anything else, until you can drive home.
from then on, every day, you grow bigger and bigger, until just walking to the front door to retrieve your massive pile of food from the delivery guy takes your breath away, and you heave and gasp until you can sit down on the couch and stuff yourself until you canât move, and can hardly see over your impressively huge stomach. Â
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