Buffet Drabble

Buffet Drabble
By FC Punk

I'm now 300 pounds, I'm so horny I can't stand it.

I'm heading to the buffet right now to celebrate and more importantly to get off.

Pull in, park, and grunt to get out. I'm so fat it takes effort just to get out of my car, I'm already turned on. Push my gut out, I chose a tucked in button down to really emphasise my gut that hangs over my belt like a big ball of lard.

Go inside, pay, and begin to go hog wild.

I start with slices of pizza, I take all of them to my booth. The slices go down easy, buffet pizzas are small so that's just child's play.

Next I pile a plate with fried chicken. When I lean against platform my belly presses into it. Seated back down I breath heavy. Moving even as little as that makes me sweat, I've gotten really out of shape in my quest to become a fat man.

Rip off the crispy skin, eat the meat last. But before I do that, I decide I need ranch to dunk it in. I moan, scooting back out I can feel my moobs jiggle under my shirt. Scoot back in, wipe my forehead of sweat, and resume eating.

I finish with a burp and I see the other diners frown at my gluttony. I shiver in excitement, my hard on becoming engorged.

I decide on something heavier, I still don't feel that nice stuffed feeling yet.

Meatloaf and mashed potatoes it is, a nice big helping for my greedy gut. Sit back down and let out a big sigh, my white button down is becoming soaked with sweat. Mix the meat and potatoes together for a combined tastiness.

After that plate is cleared I slowly rub my belly, I'm now beginning to feel that erotic stuffed feeling. My shirt is becoming tight as my gut distends against it.

Taking a deep breath I groan and get up, ready for my next feast. I go with a plate of spaghetti and meatballs and a plate of gooey macaroni and cheese. Seated back down with the two plates in front of me I take a bite from each plate, really making a big pig of myself. Everybody can tell I'm overfed and the culprit is me and me alone.

Feeling like a stuffed turkey I heave up and make my way to the deserts where I fill six entire bowls with banana pudding and easily go through them.

With the last bite the button on my pants pops off and lands on the table which elicets murmurs in the buffet.

With my button gone I was done here and waddle back to my car, letting out a belch as I leave. Inside my car I moan and rub my belly all over. I was so aroused and wanted nothing more than to head home where I could masterbate in peace