This choice: The Celebrations Continue • Go Back...Chapter #17The Celebrations Continue by: Andes2020   Some time later Isaac returned to his dorm carrying a bag of cheap clothes from the thrift shop as well as a couple bags of burgers and fries from a fast food joint he had passed on the way back. The stop for the food had been mostly on auto-pilot and at the insistence of a now very loud belly. Wedged in his mouth was a half eaten burger he had left there as he tried to open his door. Mustard dripped from it and onto his hoodie as he crossed the through the door. He sighed and sat the bags down and shoved the rest of the greasy burger into his mouth.
“Bwaaarp” Isaac belched contentedly “Oof, that burger really hit the spot.”
He absentmindedly rubbed his belly, feeling much better than he had earlier. Peeling off the mustard stained hoodie, Isaac felt his gut jiggle from the movement, his breasts then got caught up in the hem of the garment as he pulled it over his head. His shirt bunched up under his heavy breasts in all the extra movement with taking off his top layer and now his growing gut was hanging out uncovered.
Pulling new underwear, pajama bottoms, and a t shirt from the thrift shop bag, Isaac began lumbering back to his room to change. The poor lazy fatty felt like he had been on his feet walking all day, his under utilized leg muscles burned from the short walk to the store and back. On top of that, his thighs had been rubbing together the whole way, forcing him to adopt a small waddle.
He’d barely made it a foot before his stomach let out a low rumble. Isaac absentmindedly grabbed another burger from the fast food bag, unwrapping it and chowing down as he wiggled and jiggled his way to his room. The burger was gone in several bites his double chin and chubby cheeks jiggled as he chewed and swallowed it down, leaving Isaac licking and sucking every last morsel from his fingers.
In his room he began the process of peeling off his sweatpants, huffing and puffing as he contorted himself to remove them and the whole time his lower half shook and jiggled. His chest heaved with exertion from the extra movement and from having to go through the ordeal of taking his pants off. Getting any pants over or off of his fattened ass and thighs had become even more difficult lately.
Unrestricted by the waistband of the pants his belly immediately felt better. No longer pinched and squeezed by the tight band of the pants, Isaac traced a finger along the red line that wrapped around his waist showing how constrictive the pants had been. He rubbed his heavy gut, still surprised by how soft and doughy it felt. Putting both hands on the side of it he lightly shook it, watching it jiggle and bounce, the underside of it lightly tapping the top of his underwear.
“Well, not gonna have to worry about this soon enough.” Isaac muttered “Pretty soon it’s back to the gym and bye-bye belly.”
He gave his belly another light jiggle, still surprised by its heft, before turning his attention to what was becoming an alarmingly prominent asset. His current underwear was doing all it could to contain the round behind stuffed into it, but it wasn’t enough. The front of the underwear was only minorly obscured by the protruding dome of his stomach, but the back was another story. From behind the two globular cheeks were held tightly in place by the underwear, but the were so tight that Isaac had to constantly pick them out of his crack whenever he walked anywhere. Anytime he walked he could feel his ass shake and jiggle, and feel the underwear ride higher and higher up his crack.
He dug his fingers between his flab and the overtaxed elastic of his underwear, sliding them down meaty thighs and past his knees. His belly bunching up around his waist as he did so. More red lines showed on his hips where the elastic had bit into his soft sides. Isaac picked his new underwear up off the bed. They were a light grey pair of high waisted panties. He still didn’t want to admit to himself that that’s what they were, preferring to think of them as briefs instead, but deep down he knew. He sighed dejectedly as he maneuvered them up his thighs and over his substantial ass. Seating them in place he knew they were a much better fit then his old pair. Slightly high waisted, enough room in the rear to cover his ass, and soft material. His sigh of frustration became one of relief, he’d almost forgotten what it was like to have clothes that fit.
Isaac then turned his attention to his shirt. He hadn’t readjusted it after it got bunched up under his breast and now he worked to remove it. Finally freeing them from the shirt they bounced and jiggled on his chest, despite their increase in size they had stayed round and relatively firm. As his head cleared the neck of his shirt, his ever growing hair cascaded around his face, framing his chubby cheeks. If he had thought to look into the mirror that morning, he might have noticed that his hair seemed even longer than it had been. He also might have noticed that his lips appeared to be growing fuller, filling out with the rest of him.
Isaac huffed, anxious to get back to his seat and his food. Pulling his new shirt on over his head he began to make his way back to his seat. The thought of the warm burgers and fries had started to make his mouth water. Thinking about food also distracted him from noticing that he’d neglected to put on his pajama pants, leaving his thunderous thighs jiggling freely in the open air. He was just happy to be in clothes that fit and with hot food ready to be eaten. Belly and breasts bouncing on his front and ample rear jiggling from behind, he made his way back to his seat.
He plopped himself down in his seat, barely realizing as he did so that he had started to unconsciously spread his legs further apart to accommodate their width and his growing belly. By this point he was ravenous and all he wanted to do was tear into the food, as it was he almost tore apart one of the bags to get a cheeseburger out. Bringing the meal to his mouth he began to devour it, chubby cheeks and double chin jiggling in time with his chewing.
He'd almost succeeded in becoming lost in thought when his phone began to vibrate. Cramming the rest of the burger into his maw with one hand, he picked up the phone with the other. It was a text from Lucy!
*How’d the exams go?!?*
One handed he began to type his response, while the other started to bring fries out of the bag and into his mouth without even realizing he was doing it.
*Passed! Such a relief LOL*
*Great!! I did too! Want to get dinner tonight? Heading out on the family vaca tomorrow ☹*
Isaac pondered this momentarily.
*Sorry, not feeling too great today. I think I need to get some rest. I’ll see you when I get back though!*
Isaac felt a momentary pang of guilt for having lied to Lucy, but he had no desire to leave his seat. Or his food for that matter. He just wanted to stay in his panties and t shirt, comfy on his seat, and….what? He wasn’t sure, he had started to develop an itch at the back of his mind. It was like he knew what he wanted to do, or some part of him did, but he couldn't put his finger on it. It wasn’t anything he could put into words yet.
Lucy responded back to him. Interrupting his train of thought before he could follow it any further and thus driving it back to his subconscious.
*☹☹ I’m sorry to hear that! Get some rest and get to feeling better!! See you when I get back*
Isaac breathed a sigh of relief, a pudgy fingered hand reaching forward to grab more fries from the bag. The time on his phone showed that it was just after 4pm. Another burger began to disappear in his mouth, mustard dribbled onto his lips. As if acting under his own volition, his other hand had started to scroll through online food delivery services. Distracted by the tasty burger, Issacs brain barely registered that he was simultaneously eating and ordering more food. If there was a thought it was that he didn’t want to be hungry later that night.
Satisfied that he’d solved the issue with Lucy and that he wouldn’t have to leave his couch for some time now, Isaac subconsciously spread his thighs wider as he leaned forward towards the remaining burgers. His belly slowly filling with food and hanging over his crotch.
Burger after burger found its way into Isaacs mouth, his hands and jaw working on autopilot. His brain had blissfully checked out, preferring to hibernate rather than do any more thinking for the time being. It wasn’t until he reached into the bag and his hand came up empty of either burgers or fries that Isaac realized what he had just done. The fast food feast was spread out before the lethargic fatty.
It was then that the fullness of his belly finally started to reach his brain. Leaning back, Isaac moaned and rubbed his overstuffed gut.
“Uuuugh. What in the hell did I just do?” Isaac bemoaned.
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