Words to Eat By

Some people might find business trips boring, but he always enjoyed them. It wasn’t the long days spent in meetings that he enjoyed, though. No. What he really liked about these trips was the opportunity to explore the culinary delights of new cities. He always took it as a personal challenge to hit as many spots as possible. After all, it might be his only chance in a particular location, so it w...

It’s date night, and we go out for an early dinner to one of our favorite spots, a casual local place with decent food for decent prices. As usual, you pick out an appetizer, finish your entree and mine too, and we skip dessert in favor of driving through somewhere on the way home to get you a sugary drink you can dip on for the rest of the evening. When we get home, I watch you as you get out of...

The rain pattered softly on the roof of the white painted porch. The earthy smell kicked up by the rain permeated the air, and a gentle breeze brought some relief to the summer heat and mugginess. A man sat in a porch swing, gently swaying to and fro as he gazed down his long gravel driveway to the unpaved county road in the distance. He loved sitting out here during a rainstorm.  The screen door...

We've known each other for a long time now. When we first started talking, you were just starting to dip your toes into the gaining water. Your leanest, fittest days were already behind you, but not too far behind. Back then, I don't think you anticipated how many sizes of pants you'd outgrow in the coming years, how round your face would become, how fat you'd look in candid photos...

He was sitting on the sofa in his parents’ living room, a warm fuzzy blanket spread across his lap. His parents did keep it chilly in their house, but the blanket served another purpose–to hide the fact that he had stealthily unbuttoned his pants beneath it. He felt like a stuffed turkey, or maybe a supersized Christmas goose. No, he felt like a giant, fat HOG. How he was going to get up again wit...

You’re headed to the store for your weekly grocery shopping trip, list meticulously written out for all the ingredients you need for meal prepping for the upcoming week. You even have a couple of cheat items on the list so you don’t feel like you’re depriving yourself. This meal prepping thing you’ve been doing this past month has been doing wonders for your budget and for reducing your tendency t...

Your company is having its annual Halloween party tomorrow. Based on the e-mail flyers you’ve seen and previous parties you’ve attended, you know there is going to be the usual department group costume contest, individual costume contest, pumpkin decorating contest, some games, and lunch. You aren’t that big into Halloween necessarily, but the party is always a fun excuse to not work for a couple...

You let out a big belch, which relieves a bit of the pressure that has built up in your stomach, but you know she is going to make a comment about it. Another belch comes up, and sure enough, right on cue, she smirks and says, “What’s the matter, pig? Your supper got you gassy again?” As if she didn’t know. She was the one who had determined what supper was going to be and how many beers you would...

I’m lounging in bed watching you get dressed for work. Nothing in the closet really fits you right now, so it takes you some time, more time than you had planned to spend this morning on getting dressed. Throughout the process, I watch you pausing to examine yourself in the mirror, sucking your gut in and letting it back out, running your hands over your burgeoning belly and giving it a little sha...

It was past mid-summer now, and you hadn’t weighed yourself since New Year’s because you were scared of what the scale would tell you. The New Year’s weigh-in had left you a bit shocked and embarrassed, vowing to get back in the gym, rein in your diet, and really lose some weight this time. You’d never meant to gain so much weight. It was supposed to be a little experiment, maybe 10 or 20 pounds,...

I’ve taken you out to eat–no, to overeat–at a restaurant. You’re dressed in a t-shirt that looks painted on and pants that aren’t much better. I slide into the booth beside you, noting how we might need to start sticking to tables soon to give you more room. You seem much rounder than the last time we were here. “I’m thinking about getting the chips and queso appetizer. Is that too greedy? I’ve al...

He was feeling really, really fat. His pants were super tight. He could remember when they had fit perfectly, even a little roomy! Now it was a completely different story. Every morning found him sucking in the belly fat that crept over the increasingly snug elastic of his underwear just so he could force the button into the button hole and drag the zipper up. Once fastened, his pants dug into him...

He was about to pop. Seriously, he didn’t know how he had managed to eat as much as he had. He was afraid if he moved, he might be sick. His pants were cutting into his fleshy middle. There was still quite a bit of food on his plate, though. He had lost track of which number plate it was… fourth, fifth, might as well be hundredth as stuffed as he felt. “I can’t,” he told his wife. She scooted her...

Your weekend started on Friday night with a large pizza. You knew you really shouldn’t, considering you’d been putting on weight lately and it was probably time to cut back. When you ordered it, you told yourself this time you were going to leave half of it to eat tomorrow, but somehow, by the end of the night, all that pizza had found its way into your gut, along with several beers and a pint of...

Now, while you eat those I’m finally going to sit down for a mi- What’s that dear? Oh, you’re out of beer? Sorry babe, I’ll get you another bottle right away. Here you go handsome. Guess it’s thirsty work eating all that Mexican food, huh? Speaking of which, how are your enchiladas? Not enough sour cream? Okay, I’ll go get the tub. Here you go babe. Is that enough? Another scoop? Okay hun. A bigge...

“Ho Ho Ho,” I say as you waddle into the living room. I’m laid on the sofa and dressed as Mrs Claus. I thought you’d appreciate it. I’m not quite dressed for winter. I’ve got plenty of skin showing to get your attention, and it doesn’t fail to do so. You drop your big brown bag of fast food and stare at me in lustful shock. I gaze up at my big bearded Santa, hundreds of pounds of magic packed into...

Imagine your feeder setting out an outfit for you to wear, but they are last year’s clothes that you outgrew heading into the holidays. You struggle to drag the pants up over your ass and hips, finally getting them most of the way with a few jumps that set your entire body jiggling and the floor shaking. Of course, zipping them is hopeless, never mind buttoning them. You don’t even attempt it. You...

You’ve put on weight this past year. All that pandemic stress eating and boredom eating and having time to learn to bake and try out new recipes has you heading into the holiday season with your entire wardrobe snug. You’ve been living in sweatpants, but those are beginning to nip uncomfortably at your waist. The holidays are different this year, of course. You buy loads of Halloween candy, but of...

Breathless, you enter your lunch into your calorie app, trying to remember all the little extras your feeder put into your lunch bag today. Your tummy groans and gurgles from all the food you’ve crammed into it over your lunch hour. Two baguettes, four donuts, chips, soda, chocolate, cookies and all topped off with a protein shake, lovingly mixed by your feeder with some cream. You snacked on some...

She’s watching from the comfort of the bed as you struggle to get your belt done up. Your belly is bulging over the waistline so bad that it’s pulling your shirt up at the back, and she’s giggling at how silly you look trying to get that belt fastened. Just as you think you’re about to get the buckle closed, you hear a rip and feel the pressure relieved from your belly, and then you hear your top...

You’re lying on the couch on your side with your belly beside you. It’s slightly bulging over the edge of the cushions. When did you get this fat? You slowly rub your belly. It feels hard as a rock beneath a layer of soft fat that’s especially plushy at the bottom. You puff out your cheeks as a burp escapes. It seems like the weight is just piling on these days, faster than you ever thought possib...

I need you to open up and eat another bite for me. Come on, baby, you can’t give up now. You’re so close to finishing. I know you can do it. Yes, that’s it. Just chew and swallow. Take a sip of soda to wash it down. Ready for the next bite? I don’t care, it’s coming anyway. Open up. The sooner you do this, the sooner it will be over and you can relax. You don’t want to let this food go to waste, d...

Your eyes were bigger than your stomach–which is saying something, as your stomach is quite big these days. You’ve been making an absolute PIG out of yourself lately, and every bite is showing. You sure feel like a pig right now. You’re sitting there in nothing but your underwear, which is digging into the soft flesh of your belly. You shift the elastic band beneath your belly, resigned to the fac...

You look at your body in the mirror. You’re a pretty fit guy, and you know women usually find you attractive. Being a head-turner feels good. You also enjoy feeling fit and strong, and you enjoy various physical hobbies–hiking, jogging, playing some sports. Despite that, you’ve always harbored a desire to be fat. As a kid, you stuffed pillows under your shirt and pretended you were as big as your...

I’m waiting tables at a steakhouse. It’s a quiet night, and one of my regulars comes in. Same time, same booth, same meal every Saturday night. Just a small steak and some beer to take the edge off, and then another to sip on while idly watching whatever happens to be on the TV across the room. I’m making some small talk while asking if he would like his usual when the front door slams open and a...