Here's part 3 of a thing. I have no plans for this series. Just gonna write hot scenarios until I get stuck and then let it fizzle out. So enjoy until then! (Don't worry, I have plenty more ideas for this. Just don't expect like, plot or character development lol.)
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"Hic-urrp! Ohhh..."
It wasn't even 1pm and it sounded like Shavon had eaten themself to a drunk stomach ache already.
This wasn't quite an everyday thing since summer started, but pretty close. Mornings started with a hair of the dog drink and a blunt or bong rip, left conveniently within reach by Millie. Then she'd bring out some sort of breakfast, and that would set the precedent for the day.
"Mil-hic-lie! CannI have anothr drink please?" Millie smirked and flushed just a little. That pig doesn't know how to stop.
She set what she was cooking to low and grabbed a 6 pack from the fridge.
Shavon's face split into a dumb smile as Millie cracked a can open for them. "Thaaanks, Millie. You'rr the best-hic!" They took several large gulps, letting out a raucous burp when coming up for air. More burps followed as Millie rubbed along their stretchmarked gut, feeling it work away at everything inside.
"Are you hungry now, or can you wait for what I'm cooking?"
Shavon was lost in the belly rub, barely able to register that they needed to respond.
"Huh? Hic! Oh, I cn wait. I'm kinda -Urrap-hic- ugh full. Hic!"
"Okay, hon," Millie patted their gut and watched the outer layer of fat ripple, unperturbed by the stuffed mass beneath it. For now, at least. "I'm gonna leave a joint here in case you want it. Call me if you need help lighting it."
Shavon nodded, their dull eyes floating back to the tv, their hands absent-mindedly caressing their belly, feeling absolutely in hog heaven.
Unfortunately Millie had to work this evening, but it didn't mean she couldn't influence Shavon's habits while away. She had taken to making big batches of foods like casseroles and crockpot dishes. Most of the time there would be enough left for her to get a meal or two out of it. But when it was one of Shavon's favourites, like tonight's mac and cheese, Millie didn't expect any leftovers.
She knew the way she cooked was devious, maybe unethical or immoral, but if Shavon enjoyed it and she enjoyed it, what was the harm?
The sauce started out with a load of butter, and the liquid was pure heavy cream with just a little pasta water. The amount of cheese that got grated in made the whole sauce stretch and string like a cartoon pizza. And then there was added shredded cheese on top, broiled to turn crispy and golden.
She was busy thinking about what all these calories would do to her ballooning roommate when she heard a thud by the door.
Shavon was leaning heavily on the doorframe, somehow still swaying. Their gut was so rounded out from gorging all morning, but it still hung lower and lower every day. Their eyes tried to scan the kitchen, but Millie could see that Shavon couldn't.
"What're you doing up, Chevy? If you want something, let me bring it to you." She popped the dish in the oven and approached Shavon, wanting to be within arm's reach in case they went down. It would be a lot easier to stop them from hitting the floor rather than getting their 315lb mass off of it.
"I wan...I want.. uh..." they looked around the kitchen confused, trying to place why they got out of their cozy spot on the tiny recliner. "Urrp. I thinkk I wan food," they giggled and swayed a little more. Millie could smell the joint on Shavon's breath and skin.
"Munchies hitting you hard?" Shavon nodded a little too enthusiastically, all of their fat jiggling in the aftershock.
"Well, the mac and cheese won't be done until I have to leave for work-" the face Shavon wore could only be described as devastated, "but why don't I get you set up with some snacks until then?"
Their face screwed into a thoughtful look, and then nodded approvingly. Millie helped them turn around and gently led the lumbering mass back to the abused recliner. If she didn't have to work she would have guided them to the couch, where there was enough space for Millie to sit and help...
She cracked open another beer and handed it over, Shavon drinking it automatically, guzzling as much as they could before letting out a monstrous belch.
No wonder they can barely walk, that's the fourth beer from the six pack. Drunk pig.
Millie made a few trips back and forth from the kitchen, bringing a big bowl of ice cream, a box of cookies, 2 different kinds of chips, and a coke with vodka (which was maybe two thirds coke...)
"Yyure -urrrrp- thhe beshs Millie." She didn't know if Shavon was barely intelligible due to inebriation or the two cookies shoved in their mouth. They were cute either way.
"I'll bring you dinner before I leave for work." Millie ruffled Shavon's hair, almost making them purr.
And with that, she left to take a cold shower before work.
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You evef wake ykurself up vy burping? Happend to me all the tkme now. How long have I been passsed out for? Urrrp.
Whee the fuck is my phone? Oh, haha ut 's under my bellu. I losd a lit o things there now .
5:16pm. And a message drom Millie.
Dinner's in the oven on warm. Your bong is in the drying rack. Refilled the fridge, too. Have a good night;* xx
Mmm Millie's mac abf cheese. I been smelling it sunce thus afternkon. Just gotta grt yp to gfab it. One, two. Hnnnbg. Whoa, i,m up, and barely even stumbled! And not because i'm drunk. Thus is barely tipsy. But my gut has been gfowing do fsst, i havent fugured out my nfw centre of gravity yrt. Urp.
Millie says I'm starting to eaddle, but i don'f thjbk so. All my fat judt sways a lot more, and my beelly kinda grts in the way of my thighs. I just have to adjezt my gait a lil to make walkbg easiet.
Okay. Things I've remembered to do: turn of warming on oven. Use oveb mitts to get this dish out. Not bute into it right away even thoufh it smells irresistble because it's gonna br way too hot still. Grab a cozy sk i can put the tray on my stomaxh when i'm back in thr living room. Move the case of ales to thr living room, and geab cutlry. What am I nissing? Og right, the bong. Aww she even left fower in the grjnder for me. I just gotta fill it eith waterbefogre setting it up
Ahhh. I dn't realose how tired I am intil I sit down now. This gut is getting heavy, and standing maked my knees and back kinda sore. Sitting eases that.
Si does weed. Fee deep tokes and wverything is so relaxdd. It's alfeady hitting when I crack the first can.
I'm staving. Legit, I can hesr my belly grumbling. Not for long...
Ugh thid is seriously the best mac and cheerse. I din't know whst she does to it, but it's so cresmu and smooth, and rich and garlicy, sith a perfectly toSted bread crumv crustong on top. O know this pan is huge, but i hope she doesn't wsnt wnough leftoveds for a full meal.
Ressstong ot on mu belly means itXs super close to my mouth, so it,s easy to shovel right in. I'm enjoying the flavour too, I swer! So much that I judt need more of it right now. I just need more.
Fhvk. The tray feeks so fucking heavg. It's lighter now. Because mkst of the stuff is crammed un my gut. Im sk fuvking full, the trag us adding sk mych pressure. But i dont wanns move it, thered only like a 6th kf it left. I judt gott Urrrp! Ooooh rest a bjt.
Braaap! Hic-urp! Dowwsnt help havung 6? 7? Beerrs in my gut, tajing ul space. I mean, ig goes ggiod with the mac and cheese, and bser makds ne hungry. Urrp Mosf thhbngs make ne hungrh.
Weed. Weed will help. Unph f i can reach the sfupid bonb. Dont wanna spill the trayz and my gut is starting to get n the wau. Buuuuurraap! Mmm the presssure reaaalu helped pish that one out. Ok lihyt up and then buiiiig unhale.
Yeahhh thats it. This reclinner id so comgy i coukd mekt rught into it. Crack another beed for the ckttonmouth and for the effecf its gonba have . Im still so stuffed, but noe i just need tk eat
Unnnggh braap. Jusf keep shovellig it in. Barely has a tastd now, im not even chewing. Jusr wallow forkfil after dorkful dosn. My bdlly us gettging itchy. Soon i finish the fray i can deak with that, but im so close, cant stop now.
Fuck. Fu-urrrp ohhh. I fodtgot to vdeathe i think. Im panting luke a dog. Im completely rund, better put thd tray diwn befjde ot slips off. Fuck eveth breatb is makinf ny ght bob up and doen rjght kn my lap
Oh my god belky rubf fdsl heavenkt right nkw. Its ao tight. I shoved a wbole casserkle tray of pssta and chesse saucd into my mkhth. Theres like, no giveto mu upper belly ehe i press- urrrrrp! Burrrrp! Urrrap! Yh i needfed thast. Burks helo.
Means beer will hell? Chug, chug, chug mmm nopr the pressure ud back and wordr yhan befo- braaaaaap! Hic-buurp! Hic-urp! Urrrrrp hats helpful. Mmmm brerrrp ffffuck.
Ibdontbthink j can stag wake mhch linger. Igs so hkt tk be thid fuked up and rjoubnd, but i cant keeo mh eyes open beshdes i cang even eeach wirhb all this dyiffed in me .... i dunno if u can reach at allk any mire.
I hope Millie's proufd kof me.