two meals, one stomach

he knew it was risky, he’d just eaten a pretty large dinner less than an hour ago. but this was a special occasion, so why not overindulge a bit. he sat down at the table and felt his stomach solidly bounce as he scooted his chair in. his stomach didn’t touch the table yet, but it was still definitely rounded out, even his tight black t shirt couldn’t hide that. first came appetizers, fried calamari, brussels’ sprouts, and some meatballs. thought he was sharing, every time he swallowed, he could feel piece of food hit the pile of i digested food still sitting heavily in his stomach. the food was was damn good, he almost didn’t care how full he already felt. a bottle of red wine was ordered, when it came he immediately started to sip the first glass, hoping it would numb the complaints from his poor stomach. and it did, he happily continued picking at the three appetizers. eventually, he sat fully back, his shoulders against the chair. he felt solidly full, he looked down at his stomach and his eyebrows went up. he couldn’t see his crotch and he had to crane his neck forward to see his knees. he had to fight with himself to not rub his belly right there, it felt so tight and full. he was happily content. this daze however, was broken when the server returned with his entree. “SHIT” he thought. he forgot about the actual meal. he subconsciously scooted his chair closer to the table and slammed his solid stomach into the side of the table. he tried to his his embarrassment, but the pain of being hit right in the stomach with so much food pressing outward on his stomach walls made him want to curl up. he’d ordered a grilled chicken with a side pasta and some greens. it sounded modest, but the plate was massive. it looked like a whole grilled chicken, a massive portion of creamy alfredo pasta and a side bowl of green beans. he could feel the sweat beginning to bead out from his forehead. he wiped it with his napkin hoping nobody saw. he started eating, and fuck was it good. the chicken was tender, it nearly melted in his mouth, but somehow also stayed crispy. the pasta was also delightful, soft and creamy, but also solid and rich. he’d taken about four good sized bites when his stomach suddenly groaned, audibly. he was really pushing it, he didn’t usually overstuff himself like this. and why did he have to wear that tight t shirt? his muscular arms abs chest we’re definitely dwarfed by the fucking belly that now stock out from his torso. still he pressed on. he kept sipping wine and joining in on conversation here and there, hoping it would numb him enough to get through the meal. a few bites later, he closed his eyes and groaned to himself. the meal from not long ago was still just sitting in his stomach, not digesting. now this rich, heavy meal was being squished right on top of it. he could feel his stomach stretching, that dull ache getting harsher and harsher. with one last bite, he excused himself from the table to the bathroom. standing up felt incredible, he could feel all the food shift, it moved as one solid thing. when he got to the bathroom he quickly undid his pants button and groaned out loud with pleasure. “oh my god…i’m stuffed” he said to himself. he turned towards the full length mirror and nearly gasped. with this t shirt, he looked a good seven months pregnant. he lifted up his shirt to assess the damage. he had a little belly to begin with, that first meal made him round out, but after this meal…he was practically bursting. his stomach curved straight out from under his pecs and continued the curve as it met his outie belly button then curved back, no sag at all. he rubbed it a bit, feeling the thick blonde hair that traveled from his chest to his belly button. “my belly button is really stuck out” he always had an outie, but now it was solid and stuck out further than usual. he was so fucking full. as he did this, his stomach let out a loud rumble. it was working overtime to try and digest the massive amount of food inside him. he pressed on the sides of his stomach and watched as the whole belly pressed out further, the food taking up so much space he could barely breathe. he put his shirt back down and groaned as he walked back to the table. he’d finished the meal, but now a massive piece of cheesecake was waiting for him. the conversation was still going, so nobody really noticed his heavily he sat back in his seat, wondering his was going to force this down. somehow, he did it, he labored through. when he was done, he slammed back on his seat, not caring how it looked, he was so…fucking…full. he pushed his shoulders way back, arching his back as he sighed. “man look at that belly!” he heard from one of his friends. he looked down, and indeed, his tight t shirt has ridden up to just above his belly button. everyone could see the popes jeans button, the solid round belly and the blonde hair that swirled from his belly button to beyond his pants. he was beyond giving a fuck. “i’m just so stuffed…” he said, almost with a groan. he gently rubbed the bare section of his belly with his fingernails. “looking pregnant” someone else said as he pushed his belly out for comedic effect. he was precariously comatose, all of this carbs being worked on by his overloaded stomach. he let out a deep burp and his stomach let out on more large groan.