The restaurant was dimly lit with that warm, reddish glow that made everything feel a little more intimate. Alex sat slumped back in the booth, one hand resting on his massively swollen belly. His light pink t-shirt was stretched tight across the huge, round dome of his stomach, the fabric pulled so taut you could see the faint outline of his belly button.
He had come in starving and ordered way too much — two full entrées, extra sides, dessert, and multiple refills of soda. Now he was paying the price. His gut gurgled loudly, already working hard on the massive meal.
“Ugh… fuck,” Alex muttered, rubbing slow circles over the top of his stuffed belly. “Shouldn’t have eaten all that.”
That’s when the waiter came back to check on him.
The guy was cute — early twenties, slim build, nice smile, and wearing the standard restaurant uniform that hugged his body just right. He leaned over the table with a polite smile. “Everything okay? Can I get you anything el—?”
Alex didn’t even think. He was too full, too horny, and too impulsive.
In one swift motion, he grabbed the waiter by the front of his shirt and yanked him forward, shoving the smaller man’s head straight into his already stretched mouth. The waiter’s surprised yelp was immediately muffled as Alex’s jaws opened impossibly wide.
The first swallow was messy and desperate. The waiter’s head and shoulders bulged out Alex’s throat as he gulped hard, eyes half-lidded in overstuffed pleasure. His already enormous belly swelled outward even more as the waiter’s upper body slid inside.
“Mmmph—?!” The waiter’s muffled struggles vibrated pleasantly through Alex’s chest.
Alex kept swallowing, one hand gripping the back of the waiter’s head while the other rubbed his rapidly expanding gut. GLUCK… GLRRK… SCHLORP. The poor guy’s torso disappeared quickly, followed by his waist and hips. His kicking legs hung outside Alex’s mouth for only a few seconds before a final, wet GLLLUUUURK pulled them down.
Alex collapsed back against the booth, both hands cradling the gigantic, lopsided belly now resting heavily on his lap. The waiter was curled up tight inside, adding to the already massive meal, making Alex’s stomach look almost comically huge.
“Fuuuuck…” Alex groaned, breathing heavily. “You tasted pretty good… but I’m so fucking full.”
For the first few minutes, it felt amazing. His gut gurgled and churned loudly around both the huge dinner and the squirming waiter. He could feel the guy pushing and kicking, which only made him harder under the table.
But then the indigestion hit.
A sharp, painful cramp suddenly ripped through his belly. Alex winced and let out a deep, uncomfortable burp.
His stomach was way past capacity. The combination of all that heavy food plus an entire person was too much. Loud, angry gurgles echoed from his gut as it struggled to process everything. Alex’s face twisted in discomfort. He rubbed his belly more firmly, trying to settle it, but the waiter’s frantic squirming only made the indigestion worse.
Another huge belch escaped him — BUUUUURRP — this one wetter and tasting strongly of the meal he’d just finished.
“God damn it… settle down in there,” Alex hissed, pressing both hands into the tight, bloated orb. “You’re making it worse, dude.”
His stomach let out a long, ominous groooaaaan, visibly churning. Alex leaned forward slightly, face flushed, looking genuinely regretful for the first time.
“I shouldn’t have eaten all that pasta… and then you…” he muttered, patting the side of his massively overstuffed belly. “Now I’ve got the worst fucking stomachache.”
He sat there for the next twenty minutes, occasionally burping and groaning, slowly rubbing his tight, gurgling gut while the waiter continued to move around inside. The indigestion refused to let up, leaving Alex stuck in the booth, too full to even stand up properly.
"You're gonna be a bitch coming out, I just know it...."