Pure gluttony (Based on a true story)
I was going out with some friends for the night. I like to be there early and today I got there a little earlier than expected. So I sit in Five Guys and order myself lunch. Double Bacon Cheeseburger with medium fries. Had my own drink with me. Afterward I got a text telling me that a friend was close by and so we met at the bakery... where I got myself a donut because I still felt a little hungry. Soon after, the rest of our friends made their way to us and our night could begin... but first... more food.
Our nights start out a bar next to the bakery, where we always order food and drinks before going to the better bars in town. Was I sensible and say "I already ate." or did I say "I already ate but I could go for more." I think you know the answer. I ordered myself another burger and fries, feeling the full tautness of my gut straining against my belt and shirt. When finished with my meal, do you think I stopped? My friend couldn't finish their fries so I helped them out. Standing up from that chair was a struggle, my belly sliding up the edge of the table as it swells with food and soda.
On our way to the next bar, we stop at McDonalds. This was just a light visit, just a simple large fries for this fatty. I began to think "What's happening? Normally I'm able to help myself in public. I don't usually stuff myself to the brim unless you've taken me to a buffet or something..." but those thoughts were quelled by the soft crunch of the fries in my mouth. I could feel my belly getting tighter, my belt straining to hold back the avalanche of fat behind it. My cock was throbbing by this point but I had to control myself at least somewhat.
At this bar they didn't serve food, only drinks. I decided to get myself a large glass of coke... and then another... and another... one more? By the end of that visit I had 5 large pints of coke sitting in my gut, gurgling loudly and shaking with burps. I could barely take a step without looking like a total cow. People were staring at me as I kept getting more glasses and my belly bloated up, making my shirt ride up my torso and show a sliver of my underbelly for all to see.
After that bar, we went to a large arcade!.. Which served food. After a few games I needed another burger. I didn't actually need one. My gut was painfully full by now. But something inside me was shouting at me to keep eating. Not to mention the thought of you seeing how much a fatty I am that I couldn't help myself encouraged me further. So I ate another burger, my free hand fidgeting with my belt buckle, trying so hard to pull and give myself some room but not undo it.
Overstuffed and effectively cow brained, we walk past McDonalds again, to help the drunk friends of our group get some food in them... Do I do the sensible thing? Of course I don't. I'm too far gone. I need more. I waddle in with them and get 20 nuggets. Fuck I feel huge. I couldn't wait to get home and just get out of these clothes and cum about it. It's all that was on my mind at this point. It was pretty late so you were likely asleep, but I hoped to come home to you fully awake, wondering where I am, and seeing me fattened up and ready to be fucked senseless.
I tell my friends I need to get a taxi home, I feel "Sick" when in reality I am throbbing and stuffed to the brim. The driver assumed I was drunk given my waddling state, struggling to stand straight and keep my hands off my belly. I use this as an excuse to let some burps out while in the back of the car and finally groan. It felt so good to make noise, to just let myself go in front of this stranger because of their assumptions. When finally getting home I need to brace myself on the side of the door and the roof of the car to pull my fat ass out.
I loudly enter the home, belching and moaning even louder now. Most would go to bed at this point, but my fat ass remembered something... There was a celebration today, one that involved cake in this house. And you told me you'd leave me a slice. I wobble into the kitchen, my sides hitting the door frame as I jiggle. I couldn't help myself. There was a third of a whole cake left, there was so much food resting in my fat belly already but... it looks so delicious! That cake didn't stand a chance with my fat ass around.
Eventually, I do make it upstairs. You sitting in the room with a feast of food ready to stuff me fat, but you didn't expect me to come home overstuffed. "Oh wow! Someone couldn't help themselves could they!" You smirk. "Undress fatty. You must be so uncomfortable!" I nod my head and finally unbuckle my belt and remove my pants, moaning in delight as my waist and thighs bulge free and my cock is no longer pressed down by the tightness of my jeans. Soon followed by my shirt, my full fatness of display for you to admire. "I made all this food for you... but it seems like you're already... indulged for the night." You giggle as you pull me toward the bed, pushing me down, causing me to burp. "Well... no worries, I still have an idea."
You sit yourself on my fat pad and place the large tray of treats on my taut belly, while handing me a funnel to put in my mouth. I knew the routine and place it in. "Good boy!" You whisper. You begin to pour as much cream as the funnel will hold while indulging yourself in the snacks you had prepared for me. Now we lay in bed, fattening ourselves up and getting off. As you grind you pussy on my fat pad, I can feel your underbelly scrape along my own, you're getting plump, and fuck does it make me horny. I'm living my best life. I couldn't wait for us both to get plumper.
