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‘Same shit different day’ Shane thought as he finished off another beer at the Saloon. He had done his usual routine of being up just early enough to eat breakfast before walking to work, then his mind numbingly dull shift at Joja mart and then spent his evening in the saloon knocking back beers like they were water on a hot day.
He drank until his head was acceptably hazy, paid up and headed home for the night.
He would be home alone for the night as Marnie had taken Jas for a trip away - he had been invited but Morris wouldn’t give him the time off to join them.
His bloated belly gurgled as he unlocked the door before locking it behind himself.
Food. That was his mission now as he headed into the kitchen.
He went straight to the fridge looking for left over pizza he was sure was there and found nothing.
Shane grumbled to himself as his stomach rumbled loudly.
He opened the freezer and grabbed one of his frozen pizzas. They were supposed to feed at least two people but he knew he could easily finish a full one.
He put it into the microwave and set it away.
He watched the pizza spin around and around as it cooked, lost in his fuzzy thoughts.
He wanted to feel warm. He wanted to feel full.
He wasn’t sure what took over him but he knew what he wanted.
As soon as the microwave dinged he put in another pizza, then another and another.
When he was done he had 4 pizzas laid out on the table and a couple of Joja colas to wash them down with.
He sat at the wooden table and pulled the first pizza in front of him.
He almost inhaled the first slice with the speed he ate it. He followed it up with another two slices.
He sighed as he swallowed the melted cheesy goodness.
Another two slices went down easy.
He cracked open the first can and drank half of it. The fizzy drink mixed with the beer and pizza just bloated him more.
He burped long and loud, relieving some of the pressure in his stomach before picking up another slice.
For microwave frozen pizza they were very cheesy and shockingly nice for how greasy they were.
Two more slices and the first pizza was done.
Shane finished off the can and burped again. He stretched which pulled up his jersey a bit, exposing the bottom of his belly that was starting to push out more than it usually did.
He itched the trail of hair under his belly button before tugging his shirt down a bit and pulling the second pizza in front of him on at the table.
He brought the first slice of the new pizza to his mouth and bit into it enjoying the taste and warmth.
He kept going and could feel the warmth growing in his stomach as it began to strain at the waist band of his shorts.
He was mindlessly eating just grabbing slice after slice.
He folded up slices to eat them faster and finished the pizza in record time.
He could feel his belly was being squeezed by his waistband but he didn’t care.
He opened a cola and chugged it all making him burp deeply.
He pulled the third pizza across the table towards him. His belly had bumped into the table but that didn’t stop him.
He picked up two slices and stacked them before biting into both of them and fully filled his mouth. He chewed and swallowed and did it again and again.
He stacked up another two slices and stuffed his mouth again.
His shirt was rolling up as his belly pushed further and further out.
He grabbed a single slice and ate it with his eyes closed in pleasure.
He didn’t realise just how much he would enjoy the feeling of warmth and fullness.
His thoughts were clearing up, the effects of the alcohol wearing off, haziness was gone replaced with the desire to eat more.
He wasn’t even hungry any more. He just wanted to finish all of the pizza. All of it. He wanted to stuff himself to the brim and push his limits and beyond.
He picked up another slice and shovelled it into his mouth.
He would have moaned is his mouth wasn’t completely full of pizza.
He ate another and another feeling the pressure around his belly increase more and more.
He struggled to lean over to pull the fourth pizza towards himself with his bulging stomach in the way. His shorts had also protested with the sounds of a few snapping threads.
He picked up a slice and stared at it for a while before putting it into his mouth.
He enjoyed the feeling of chewing and swallowing and feeling the fullness.
He ate more slices, slower now, savouring the experience.
His shorts were cutting into his overstuffed belly so much it was hurting.
With both hands he lifted his heavy stomach up over his straining waistband and let it spill onto his chunky thighs. He signed with pleasure at the relief.
He would have been embarrassed at the state he was in if he wasn’t so turned on at by what he’d done to himself.
He’d been a bigger guy for a while but this was excessive even for him.
He played sports once but that was long behind him now and the fat gut ballooning in front of him pushing his jersey further and further up proved that.
He messaged the angry red line around his hairy, stuffed stomach.
He was nearly finished now not many slices to go and he had to finish them all.
He picked up a slice which was going cold now but he ate it regardless.
His stomach gurgled but now because of the overwhelming amount of food it was trying digest.
He pick up the next slice and chewed it determinedly as he rubbed his bulging stomach trying to relive some pressure.
He folded the next slice and shoved it in and swallowed it down.
His stomach still pushed out more as he stuffed the last two slices into it.
His jersey didn’t even start to cover expanse of his belly. Now it was exposed in all of it over indulged glory.
“Ohhhhh fuck”
He lent back in his chair feeling, overstuffed, large and fuller than he’d ever been.
He put a hand on each side of his belly and felt how heavy it was now.
Shane pressed down on the middle of his stomach and almost moaned. He was surprised how turned on he felt from stuffing himself.
He didn’t care that he was now going to be even more overweight now - it was worth it for this feeling.
He started running his hands over his bulging belly feeling how big it was now.
He knew he had to get up and go to bed soon but he didn’t want to move he was so full.
Eventually he pushed his chair back causing his stomach to jiggle.
He grunted as he hauled himself up and immediately lost balance before correcting himself but not before he bumped his stuffed belly off the table. He felt so heavy and large.
He slowly made his way to his room, thankful that it wasn’t far from the kitchen.
He stripped down to his boxer and flopped down on his back on his bed.
His full stomach pinned him to the mattress. He watched the large mass of it move up and down as he breathed.
He absentmindedly rubbed the sides of his belly as he thought about what he had just done and how good it felt.
He might do it again.
Maybe with even more food.
He could do it again.
He wanted to do it again.