Where'd This Gut Come From?

With a rumbling belly I pull up to the drive in, order my usual without thinking and then wait impatiently for it to arrive. My phone dings a couple of times, a friend wants to see what I've ordered for lunch. I tell them I'm waiting for it, then tell them what I've ordered. My stomach growls loudly again and I drum my fingers on the steering wheel. Finally my order arrives, the carhop has included several spoons and straws I have a little chuckle at that. They hand the food over, and I don't miss the fact that they peered past me to the empty seat beside me. 

My stomach rumbles again and as if on cue my phone dings again. The friend wants to see the order, so I snap a pic. As I send it I stare at it for a while, the curve of my belly and my clear muffin top are visible alongside the tots. There's no denying it now, I'm fat.

 My friend responds with excitement and tells me to order more, with a soft moan I offer a little trite resistance about needing to save money. They laugh and send me a screenshot of a paypal donation. They'll cover however much I order. My resistance erodes immediately. I order again, doubling what I've already got and start to gobble the food down as quickly as I can. 

My friend encourages me and I snap more pictures to send them as I eat and eat. My stomach fills up with the caloric fast food, and I'm nearly done with the large MnM ice cream confection, the last bit of my first order, when the second comes. It's the same carhop, and she looks almost aghast and a little impressed at the same time. I moan softly, feeling full from consuming two large shakes so quickly but with my friend sending me constant affirmation and encouragement I push myself to finish the second order. 

I feel huge, my pants feel tight, but I've still got two shakes left to gulp down. And then, as I'm working on the second of them, my friend reminds me that my drive home will bring me by my favorite bakery in town. 

"Imagine capping off with at least a half dozen vanilla cream filled donuts." They send, paraphrasing there. Their excitement had sprinkled their text with misspellings and errors but I get the gist. Another ping, and another 10 dollars appears in my paypal. I can't refuse now, I force myself to gulp the shake down faster fighting brain freeze as I do so. 

My shorts are creaking softly as my stomach fills with more and more fast food, more and more ice cream and fattening treats. Finally, the last morsel disappears into my stomach, and I bundle up the trash to discard on my way out of the drive-thru. I moan and belch with every bump and jostle that my vehicle experiences, it's uncomfortable but pleasant at the same time. All the while, as I point my truck in the direction of home, I'm both dreading and looking forward to reaching the bakery. 

My friend calls and I put them on speaker, they want to make sure I don't decide against the donuts. After all it's their treat, and they don't want me to go hungry anyway. I let out a laugh that turns into a long belch. Which evokes the verbal equivalent of a key smash from my friend. 

"Don't worry, I'm gon...-" URRRRRP, "-...na get the donuts. I always keep my word." The last of that statement muffles out into a softer burp, and my friend giggles. 

When I finally reach the bakery, I practically have to roll myself out of the cab of my truck. My stomach is heavy and sloshy, I can hear and feel it glorping as I breathe in and out. I lumber inside and the petite Asian proprietor smiles, I'm one of her best customers. 

"Your usual?" She asks, already grabbing the box and filling it with chocolate frosted vanilla cream donuts before I even nod. A dozen go into the box, I gulp a little daunted, but feel confident that they will have joined the fast food in my belly before I arrive at home. I pay, tip, and leave wishing the owner a good evening. 

Even as I haul myself back into the truck I'm fumbling with the box and pulling one of the confections out. I cram half the thing in my mouth all at once, snap a short video of myself chewing and licking errant cream and crumbs from my lips, making sure to show the box with 11 more inside it. The video goes off to my friend who seems beside themselves with ecstasy. "YOU GLORIOUS GLUTTON!" 

I grin, pushing the rest of the donut into my mouth and putting my truck in gear to drive home. I now know I'll be able to finish the dozen with such exuberant encouragement.