My Weight Gain
How I went from a normal sized 22 year old to, well.... me.
Chapter 1: 167 lbs.
That morning I showered and put on some skinny jeans and a belly shirt. I'm not skinny or fit, but I have a little fat.
Then I thought, all this about holding in my little tummy, watching my calories and never eating how much I really want to?
"No way!" I said out loud, relaxing my belly. My belly only sticks out a quarter on an inch.
"I'm gonna make this belly huge!" I think to myself. I grab my keys and walk to my car. I then drive myself to Carl's Jr.
At the window I ask for 3 cheeseburgers and a large Dr Pepper. I take them and park in the parking lot and begin gorging myself.
I ate all three and then chugged my soda. I rubbed my belly. It felt a little soft, but there wasn't enough fat for even a handful. I groaned as the fullness started to kick in a little. So I then drove to Burger King and ordered three cheeseburgers. I parked again and again, gorged myself. At this point I was genuinely stuffed. Then my phone rang. It was my boyfriend.
"Hey honey," I said when I answered. I was so stuffed that my words were slurred.
"Want to get something to eat?" He asked.
"Honestly I just ate." I replied.
"That's ok, you could stand to gain a few pounds." He replied.
"Sure..." I replied. "We're at?"
"I was thinking maybe, Buffalo Wild Wings?" He said.
"Sure!" I said. Forgetting my fullness. I love that place.
"So in an hour?" He asked.
"Sure!" I replied. "I'll be there."
When the call ended I moaned, rubbing my belly. I was feeling really tired so I set my alarm and fell asleep in the car.
When my alarm woke me up I looked at my belly. It was hanging over my pants! It had never hung over my pants before. I started my car and drove to Buffalo Wild Wings.
When I got out of my car I looked down and saw my belly was sticking out more then it ever had before, and it was jigging a little, but I wasn't going to hold it in. When I found my boyfriends table, I noticed he was staring at my belly the entire time I was walking up.
"Hey you look really good!" He said.
"Thanks.. I said. "But I'm not going to be ale to eat alot, because I ate six cheeseburgers earlier."
"Six!" He replied. "Jesus Robin. Why?"
"Well, I'm trying to gain weight." I replied, sitting next to him. He looks at my belly that is slightly hanging over my skinny jeans. He rubbs my belly, squeezing it.
"You have a long way to go" he said.
"I know." I replied.
Then the waiter came and placed a huge platter of meat in front of us.
I immediately grabbed one and devoured it in seconds grabbing another. And another. Until I'm bloated again. I lean back moaning.
"C'mon you almost finished them all. He said.
"I need a beer." I said.
"Ok" he replied, getting up to go get one.
A few minutes he returned with it. I quickly downed half of it and continued eating. I finally finished the whole platter of meat. I then downed the rest of the beer and moaned again.
"I'm done... I'm going..." I said, standing up. "Bye honey" I said walking away. By belly wasent huge, but it was big and swollen. I got in my car, drive home, undressed and immediately went to bed for the night.