How I Ripped My Pants

I couldn’t stop even though my stomach felt like it was about to burst. I sat on my couch wearing only my underwear, legs spread wide in a failed attempt to open up any room in my body for more food. The sun was setting on my early dinner or late lunch. At this point meals were besides the point, I was constantly eating.

The coffee table was filled with fast food wrappers and dirty plates spilling over onto the floor surrounding me. There were empty liter jugs of soda on the ground and empty bags of family sized chips. Candy wrappers abounded and could be found in almost any corner of the house.

My studio apartment was developing the smell of a fast food restaurant. That greasy salty odor was beginning to set into the walls. Hell, it was probably setting into my skin with how much I was eating. The windows were open for ventilation but the breeze could not compete with my capacity for gluttony, with my desire for growth.

Occasionally I would come to and realize that I needed to clean up, but then I’d see something tasty or notice how fat I was becoming and I would need to start eating again. It felt like I was in a constant haze propelled by a burning desire in my loins to grow fatter. I needed to be oozing with chub, I needed rolls and curves spilling out of my clothes, I needed that juicy wobble as I walked. I also needed to get fatter than Vinnie this week.

You see, my friend and I were in a competition to gain weight. We had met online on a fetish website and realized we were both the same age and height and weight. We wanted to see who could get fatter in four weeks. I was in the lead, but just barely. What started as a competition turned into an addiction.

I had already gained about 30 pounds intentionally, but it was a struggle that required lots of work. That wasn’t the case anymore. Something had been unlocked. I now had the mentality of a fat guy, of a gainer. I was loving food and I was loving eating. The flavors were damn near sexual and the feeling of my stomach stretching and expanding while my body fat expanded was certainly sexual.

That’s why my apartment was a mess. That’s why I was gleefully shoving my third burger of the day down my throat. Burgers, tacos, cake, french fries, ice cream, chicken fingers, I didn’t even know what I was grabbing until it met my tongue. I was just ecstatic to be fat and growing fatter.

My cock was always extremely hard whilst feasting these days and I often found myself jerking off while eating. As I sat hunched over on the couch, stroking and gorging myself, I began seeing stars. I thought I was edging but suddenly euphoria hit and I was in ecstasy. I moaned so loud that my neighbors could probably hear as my orgasm shot a massive load into the abyss of fast food wrappers. Exhausted and stuffed, I slumped over on the couch and drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to the sound of my phone alarm, startled. I sat up, the food in my stomach still not digested and sloshing around. I belched from the abrupt movement and searched for my phone. Finally, I found it. It had somehow slipped into an empty milkshake cup. I licked off the sticky syrup and groaned at the realization that I had to go to class.

I hoisted myself up from the couch, stepping on crumbs and food containers. I admired myself in the bathroom mirror for a moment. My stomach was still bloated, still looking fatter. I grabbed the roll at my waist with loving tenderness, then turned around and gave my ass a firm jiggle. My ass was getting so big that it was almost a nuisance with all the sweating, the bumping into things, the fact I could barely squeeze it into any pair of pants. I started to get horny looking at myself and had to walk away.

With my dick half chubbed from my own chubby visage, I decided to be nawty and wear a pair of pants I knew I could barely fit into. Pulling them up over my thighs was difficult, let alone my ass. I did the little side to side dance one does when trying to squeeze their girth into a snug pair of denim. I was honestly surprised I could still get them up and over my booty, but let me tell you it wasn’t comfortable. And I sure as hell could not get them buttoned.

I found a strong rubber band I used for occasions like this and wrapped it around the button and through the hole as to cinch them closed as much as possible. Next, I chose a snug shirt from my closet. I wanted to go for a different shirt that I knew rode up easily, but I had to reign it in. I didn’t want to look too obscene.

Even still, this shirt showed off my paunch and blossoming love handles quite clearly. Another mirror check confirmed: I’m looking chubbier by the day. I gathered my backpack and belongings, stood in front of the fridge and inhaled two slices of pizza and an ice cream sandwich, then headed out the door.

I lived near campus which was both a blessing and a curse. It allowed me to leave for class mere minutes before it started, but it also required a fair bit of walking which I wasn’t too keen on these days. Especially when I am vacuum packed into a pair of pants that I really had no business wearing out in public.

With each step I could feel my thighs rub together and the denim uncomfortably chafe my skin. After only a few yards I felt like I needed a break and yearned to be back on my couch in only my underwear. I was beginning to sweat which made matters more uncomfortable. My ass was like a radiator that was quickly turning into a swamp. I could tell that beneath my ass cheeks sweat stains were developing and I hoped they weren’t too noticeable.

I could also tell the tightness of my pants was accentuating my muffin top. My belly felt boosted and more jiggly than normal which was turning me on. I could also tell that my lower back, the area between my love handles, was becoming sweaty as well. I must have looked like such a pig struggling across campus in clothes from my twink days.

I was almost to class but I whiffed the smell of Chipotle nearby and couldn’t resist. I had just under ten minutes so I went for it. As I ordered I let my belly press against the countertop for full gluttonous effect. I wasn’t even hungry. I still had thousands of calories worth of food in my stomach, but here I was. My desire for growth was unstoppable and it definitely was attracting a few stares from both the staff and patrons. If they only knew.

With burrito in hand I made a beeline for the auditorium and snuck in the back just in time. Sitting down in a seat was painful. I was covered in sweat, my clothes were sticking to me, my pants were cutting me in half and felt like they were about to burst. I could tell that the back of my shirt was riding up as my pants were riding down, exposing at least two inches of my fattened cheeks. I was really struggling.

A few minutes later the lecture was underway and I had finally caught my breath. It was time to eat. I unwrapped my burrito as quietly as possible but still attracted a few judgmental stares. I didn’t care, it was time to top off the tank. The first bite was delicious and without control I began inhaling the food. Leaned over my desk like a ravenous pig I began entering that headspace again. Everything began to fade into the background except for the burrito and my libido. My cock was stirring with excitement.

As I gulped down the last gooey bite of the butt of the burrito I heard the unmistakable sound of denim ripping and felt the relief of my body expanding outward. I was snapped back to reality. Had anyone noticed? A couple students did react to the sound. I slowly sat back in my chair and more threads continued to snap in the rear of my pants.

I looked down. The crotch and thighs of my pants were completely blown out. My package was basically hanging out of the tear. My underwear was white no less and all the eating resulted in a wet spot of precum soaking through the cotton fabric. My right thigh was particularly exposed and for the first time I noticed a tiny red stretch mark. Apparently my pants weren’t the only thing that could barely contain my gluttony.

I tried to nonchalantly reach behind and examine the damage in the back. For the first time I noticed it was a tad more difficult to reach back there than it used to be. My finger traced the hole basically from my crotch all the way to the waistband. A full split right up the middle. My ass was simply too fat.

All these realizations at once paired with the very public nature of this gaffe left me aroused. I tried to temper my horniness but it was difficult. I thought about how hot Vinnie was going to get when I told this story and how all my followers online were going to lose their shit. This was like something out of a fictional gainer story.

My cock was getting harder by the second and I had to do something to stop it lest I have a fully exposed boner in the middle of class. I did the only thing I could think of to distract me: I paid attention to the professor. Eventually my excitement subsided and I mustered the nerve to make a quick exit to the bathroom. Thank god I was sitting in the back.

Once inside a stall I snapped some pics and video. I could not believe the extent to which my chub completely eviscerated these pants. I knew they were tight, but goddamn. I was getting so horny shooting photos that I finally just pulled down what was left of my pants and had a good wank. I came almost instantly, uncontrollably splattering my load across the door of the stall.

I could’ve fallen asleep then and there. Post-orgasm, post-burrito, post-stress, I was ready to just cozy up in bed. But, I had to get home with basically all of my underwear on full display. Taking a deep breath I exited the bathroom and made my way across the daylit campus.

I started sweating almost immediately out of embarrassment. I was able to hold a book across my groin to shield my front half, but there was nothing I could do about my behind. People stared, of course. I saw some whispers and one girl even pointed. I was so embarrassed but the humiliation was also turning me on.

Halfway home I noticed that the seam down my right thigh was tearing further with each step. It was hopeless. There was nothing I could do to contain myself. My chub was reducing my pants to tatters in real time. This realization was the final straw for my libido and I started getting hard again. The horniness brought along hunger and when I passed the pizza joint by my house I had to use every fiber of my being to resist.

I was walking so fast that I was nearing a jog. In hindsight, the movement was probably what was causing my pants to rip further. It also left my body jiggling to and fro, sweat slipping down every plump roll I had worked so hard to earn. Surely my underwear was completely transparent with sweat at this point.

When I stepped inside my building I briefly forgot to cover my crotch and another resident, a fit jock who I always saw heading to the gym, commented: “fuck dude, get some pants that fit.” I turned beat red and refused the elevator out of fear of another encounter. Instead, I took the stairs all the way to the fourth floor. A stupid decision.

Climbing the stairs was not only exhausting but caused both pant legs to rip almost down to my knees. My jeans were decimated. To top it off I was far too out of shape to be climbing this many flights of stairs, especially after trekking all the way across campus. I was only half way up and my chest was heaving and sweat was dripping from my brow.

Some girl passed me coming down and looked seriously concerned. She asked if I needed help. Unable to formulate words, I just shook my head in refusal. It felt like an eternity before I finally got to my front door. I fumbled for the keys and stumbled inside. I went to collapse atop the couch but missed and ended up on the floor with half a pizza slice stuck to my chest.

I pulled off the shredded remains of my denim, ate the pizza, and jerked off one more time. I was beyond exhausted, but a thought crossed my mind. That pizza was so delicious even several days old. Remember how good the pizza smelled outside earlier? I need pizza.

So I pulled on a pair of sweatpants, threw a hoodie over my sweat and pizza stained tee, and headed out for a large pie.