One more beer part two; you look good
Fun fact; this story was intended to have one part. But a couple people asked for a sequel and now part two is so long I think itās gonna have to have a part three as well. So I guess tell me if want a part three as well.
TW; intox, body issues
Arthur stretched out his back and cracked open another coke. The bubbles hitting his tongue felt refreshing. He drained the can then threw it in the general direction of the recycling at the entrance of his workshop. As he burped he patted his stomach and something felt different. His hand got thereā¦ sooner. He got up and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror.
Sure enough his body had changed. Where his stomach had been mostly flat before he now had a pronounced belly. His trousers fit on his body without a belt. He looked up and down and turned in the mirror. His face was a little rounder (but still with one chin), his well won arms muscles were now covered by a layer of fat, as he looked at his butt he gasped. It had rounded out and expanded becoming jiggly. His movement pushed a burp out of him. He really did look like a fat slob.
Over the next few hours he tried to limit his snack consumption. He really did. But the idea of restriction only made him hungrier. Heād count down halfway to a predetermined time before he could eat again then say to himself that he was going to have ājust one thingā then wait the rest of the time. Just one thing turned into a pile of things. He eventually gave in and ate every snack he had stored in his workshop and store. As the day closed and he locked up he jiggled his stomach and said āIām trying to make you smaller not bigger!ā But the jiggling dislodged a few burps and that made room for him to be hungry again. ā fine belly. One last night of junk food then itās salads and the gym.ā
He took an edible from his pocket then went into a fast food restaurant. It had become his routine. Snack all day. Finish work. Edible. Fast food. Get home. Get comfortable. Get high and drunk. Takeout. Video games. TV. More takeout and weed. Fart himself to sleep. āJesus Christ. No wonder Iām gaining weight.ā He ordered his usual order then added some add ons and extra sides. Then he added an extra drink. āIām going to be dieting from this point forward. Itās a last hurrah.ā He waited for his food then found a seat and started eating. He slurped and crunched and burped. Eating like a pig was certainly fun. He could stay rude and still get healthy. He finished the final burger of his meal then slumped in his chair sipping on a large Coke. He rubbed his belly. He had to have known before now how could he just realise he was gaining weight.
He let himself in and pulled off his clothes. āHey Andy *bbuuurrrpp* I need to talk to youā.
āSure bro I just need to keep scratching my balls because theirs an itch *faaarrrtt* that just wonāt move.ā
āIām sure youāve noticed Iāve umm gotten chubby.ā
āHa! Youāre not chubby yet! *bbuuurrpp* youāve just gained a little weight. ā
āWell I donāt want to gain moreā Arthur started to scratch his butt while he talked āIām going back to the gym and *bbuuurrp* Iām going to only eat three meals day and only eat takeout and fast food once a week *ffaaarrrtt* plus I might cut back on the weed and booze to reduce my appetite. I need your su..ā
āNo! No dude! I will not support you. Youāre my perfect slob buddy now. *bbbuuuuurrrrpp*. Getting fat happens. You eat tasty food and laze around? Fat! But life is so much more fun this way!ā
āTonight is my last night eating junk.ā
āThen Iām going to make it a night youāll want to repeat forever.ā
Andy seemed to order every takeout imaginable. Pizza, burgers, Chinese. The weed was the strongest strain in he had in his storage. They also drank copious amounts of beer and three bottles of whiskey between them. As Arthur got higher and drunker he got hungrier. He didnāt stop until his stomach was a tight ball. Andy rubbed it while plying him with even more booze. At some point they moved to Arthurās bed. Arthur couldnāt speak. He just kept belching.The night went on and they both ate even more and then both they fell asleep food-still-in-hand and the other hand down their pants.
Arthur woke up with a terrible headache. In fact his whole body ached. He checked the alarm. He still had time to go for a run before work. He threw on a t-shirt and some shorts then left. His running was pathetic. He was slow and uncoordinated and kept having to stop to pull his shorts back up so his belly didnāt show. On top of that he kept doing sickly sounding burps. As he jogged he passed their local bakery. It smelt amazing. He tried to jog away but his body wouldnāt let him. He caved and bought the smallest healthiest thing on the menu. But that just made him hungrier.
It continued like that for months. Arthur tried a diet, any diet, but his self control would fold quickly. Sometimes it lasted a few hours, sometimes a day, sometimes five minutes. He blew up like a balloon. He went up three sizes in trousers and still ended up unbuttoned under his desk. He got a double chin and rounded squishy cheeks. His butt doubled in size and sagged straining the material of his boxers. His belly has huge. A big rounded orb when he was full. A squishy sack of fat when he was empty. He started getting weaker. His muscles fading from atrophy. As his desperate need to lose weight climbed so did the number on the scale.
On Saturday he was looking in the mirror. He passed chubby and was starting to get fat. He pulled his workout clothes on and noticed that even their stretchy fabric revealed his huge body. He took off his shirt and flopped onto the bed. āHey Arthur a new video game came out! Itās called āblood murder ā and apparently itās the goriest game ever!! Arthurā¦?ā
āI look like shit. I know itās not the most manly to care this much but Iām getting really fat and no matter what I try I canāt stop eating and exercising feels awful. *fart*ā
āSo just give in. Get fat. Who cares. Eating takeout and being lazy is way more fun than trying to be healthy.ā
āI donāt know if youāve noticed but I havenāt had a first date since we became friends *bbbuuuuurrrrpp* instead of roommates. It wasnāt as if it was easy for me to get a partner before *ffaaarrrtt* but now no one wants me.ā
āThatās because youāre looking in the wrong places. Slobs have their own version of dating apps it was made a while ago by some graphic design student. And trust me. A slobbified nerd who smokes weed would do very well on that app.ā
Andy sent Arthur the link to an app called Couch Buddy. The requirements were different. It asked about favourite TV shows and for a clip of your burps. He indicated his preference as all genders and uploaded some pictures of him in various outfits, including his current outfit. As he uploaded he swiped through. He started getting matches quickly.
I love your deep burps big boy
You look filthy
I bet that fart was really stinky
The last message intrigued him. The attached profile was a man with blonde greasy hair, beautiful green eyes, a sizeable gaming rig in the background of his pictures and a long list of nerdy interests. He blushed. The man was fat and slobby sure but also very attractive.
āIt kinda betrayed me. I havenāt checked for skid mark but I definitely feel wet.ā
Badge of honour! Speaking of your ass that thing is a work of art.
They talked for hours. His name was Ed. He also smoked and did edibles. Arthur could burp louder than him. They organised to go Edās apartment because he didnāt have a roommate. Arthur already had a boner thinking about it. Far from being ashamed of his body he got a huge amount of snacks delivered so heād look extra plump for Ed. He lay back and stroked his dick while stuffing his face and thinking about Ed. It almost seemed like the food was making him even hornier. He burped proudly. He really was a fat slob.
