How many burgers had he just eaten? He wasn’t entirely sure. He simply leaned back and tried to massage his gut into some kind of comfort.
At some point he had apparently slid the waist of his panties down, giving his belly more room to stretch and spread. It was now heavy and full, seemingly pinning him to his seat. His hands rubbed from the bottom of it to the top as he huffed. Beads of sweat dripped from his brow and his cheeks were flushed.
Then something he didn’t quite appreciate started to happen. As he was rubbing and massaging his overstuffed gut he began to feel his crotch perk up, tightening the front of his panties and making his cheeks turn red. He felt his nipples stiffen in excitement; his breathing began to deepen.
“What the hell is happening to me?” Isaac murmured out loud, but he hadn’t stopped rubbing his belly.
Isaac was ripped from exploration by the sudden, loud knocking on the door. Startled and brought back to the present, he looked quickly around his room. His brain frantically tried to figure out where he was and what he was doing.
The knocking continued.
Looking at his phone Isaac saw that it was after six pm already.
“Hey! Delivery! Come on man, open up I got other places to go!”
Isaac struggled to heave himself up, getting up about halfway and then dropping back down. He let out a moan as his belly bounced on his thighs.
“Coming! Just a moment!” Isaac called out, failing to hear the higher pitch of his own voice.
The moment he pulled open the door it dawned on him that he was in fact not wearing pants. He then tried to shift his lower half behind the door as he looked out at the delivery man.
“Oh! Sorry, ma’am!” The deliveryman, whose nametag showed ‘Dave’, said as he shot his eyes to the ceiling “Got an order to deliver”
“Right, thank you.” Isaac mumbled as he decided not to correct the other man.
“I’ve got four extra-large deep-dish pizzas, five orders of bread sticks, aaaand two two liters of cola?”
Isaacs mind raced, he could hardly recall that he had even ordered food, much less that it was.
“Yes, yes” Isaac blurted out, pudgy arms reaching out to accept the numerous bundles of food. Eager to just go back into his dorm room.
“Here you go-“ Dave said, quickly cut off by the chubby womans retreat into her room.
“Man, people these days” He muttered to himself as he made his way back to his car.
Back inside his room, Isaac was trying to come to grips with the heap of food in front of him. To say he was concerned was an understatement. He still couldn’t quite recall when or how he had ordered the mountain of food. Scrolling through his phone revealed he had in fact done it that very afternoon, but he couldn’t place it firmly in his mind. It wasn’t helped that he was also still trying to get over his own arousal at his fattened form.
“What the hell is going on” Isaac said to himself.
Then that little voice at the back of his head started to chime in, quickly drowning out the other voice.
“It’s your break, relax and enjoy yourself. You’ll get back to normal in no time flat. You just need to relax, blow off some steam, and decompress.”
Isaac, in his overfilled state, liked the sound of this internal monologue. It sounded happy, hopeful, and carefree. It held promises of happiness and a lack of stress. He was just mentally worn enough to start listening to it.
As he let out a deep sigh and smiled to himself, thinking everything would work out in the end, he’d be back at the gym, he be hanging out with his friends, everything would be a-ok, his stomach then started to grumble.
Isaacs brain checked out again. His hand lifted the lid on the first pizza box and brought a hot slice to his mouth.
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