Memphis part 2
Dean entered the last place with a bigger gut than he’d entered the last two with. It was full now, he didn’t need to eat more, but he was going to. This shirt? It’s days were numbered, it had been for a while, he’d been fighting it for a while, but it’s so going today.
Two double-double burgers (two meats, two cheese), four chicken pieces, fries and yet more onion rings. He knew his breath wouldn’t be so fresh, but the way he was swelling up, he knew Sam would still be all over him at the motel. The belly rubs were glorious.
With his mouth stuffed, Dean looked up at Sam. “C’mon, have a little more. I’m gonna have to eat all by myself here?” He chuckled.
Sam rubbed at his stomach. The buttons on his shirt were already pulling tight, though they were nothing compared to the way Dean’s belly bulged and stretched his own shirt. Sam turned the question on him. “Why, you need help or somethin’? Can’t finish it on your own?” He raised an eyebrow in amusement.
Dean was feeling rather strained, rather tight... but it didn’t completely hurt. He was just so full of food, it was slowing him down. “No, I can. You’re just being a pussy by barely eating at all. Wimp.”
Sam didn’t flinch, just kept smiling wickedly. “Then finish that. Finish all that.” He pointed to the few plates left.
Dean let out a sort of moan as he plowed through the rest of the meal. Every other breath was a surprised--yet satisfied--burp. He looked sleepy, in fact, each time he finished off another piece of food and let out a strong belch. Another half an hour and he was finally done, every bit of food he had ordered gone and packed away in his gut. He was so stuffed he could barely lean forward to grab his beer--his belly bulged heavy and tight in front of him.
Sam smirked even more, looking at what Dean had done to himself. It was just quite a sight. “You’re not ready to go yet, are you?” he teased.
Dean groaned as he leaned back (which had caused his belly to bump the edge of the table). He felt around his stomach with his palm. He’d already let all his shirt buttons loose, leaving his belly heaving forward under stretched material, pressing over the rim of his pants. The top button there was so close to either coming out of the eye-hole or busting off completely.
“I think,” he winced, then belched. “Ugh, I need a shake. Vanilla. Something has gotta wash this down.” Sam got up to order one. “Here,” handing it over to Dean, who tugged the straw between plump lips and began to gulp it down like a champ.
Then that was it, stomach so full he could literally feel the milkshake forcing it’s way in there with the rest. His stomach, un-gorged, is usually soft, maybe a little more flabby toward the bottom. But now it’s rounded out, built up to be spherical in front of him, and his pants didn’t like it one bit. He began to suck at the shake slower. Gulp...gulp...gulp...SNAP. His belly blew forward, pushing out ceremoniously into his lap as he groaned his relief.
“Shit, Dean. You gotta lie down or somethin’?” Sam wanted to snicker a bit, but the sight was nice enough that he was still somewhat in awe.
“Oooo,” Dean huffed, “maybe its time we headed back. Turned in for the night. Don’t think I could get anymore in here...” He stroked his stomach gingerly.
“You probably could though...”
“Yeah, but... mmm, let’s just get back to the car, check into a motel.”
“Alright.” Sam leaned in to help Dean up, his own broad shape and round belly poking into Dean’s back as he supported him as they walked out.
Two double-double burgers (two meats, two cheese), four chicken pieces, fries and yet more onion rings. He knew his breath wouldn’t be so fresh, but the way he was swelling up, he knew Sam would still be all over him at the motel. The belly rubs were glorious.
With his mouth stuffed, Dean looked up at Sam. “C’mon, have a little more. I’m gonna have to eat all by myself here?” He chuckled.
Sam rubbed at his stomach. The buttons on his shirt were already pulling tight, though they were nothing compared to the way Dean’s belly bulged and stretched his own shirt. Sam turned the question on him. “Why, you need help or somethin’? Can’t finish it on your own?” He raised an eyebrow in amusement.
Dean was feeling rather strained, rather tight... but it didn’t completely hurt. He was just so full of food, it was slowing him down. “No, I can. You’re just being a pussy by barely eating at all. Wimp.”
Sam didn’t flinch, just kept smiling wickedly. “Then finish that. Finish all that.” He pointed to the few plates left.
Dean let out a sort of moan as he plowed through the rest of the meal. Every other breath was a surprised--yet satisfied--burp. He looked sleepy, in fact, each time he finished off another piece of food and let out a strong belch. Another half an hour and he was finally done, every bit of food he had ordered gone and packed away in his gut. He was so stuffed he could barely lean forward to grab his beer--his belly bulged heavy and tight in front of him.
Sam smirked even more, looking at what Dean had done to himself. It was just quite a sight. “You’re not ready to go yet, are you?” he teased.
Dean groaned as he leaned back (which had caused his belly to bump the edge of the table). He felt around his stomach with his palm. He’d already let all his shirt buttons loose, leaving his belly heaving forward under stretched material, pressing over the rim of his pants. The top button there was so close to either coming out of the eye-hole or busting off completely.
“I think,” he winced, then belched. “Ugh, I need a shake. Vanilla. Something has gotta wash this down.” Sam got up to order one. “Here,” handing it over to Dean, who tugged the straw between plump lips and began to gulp it down like a champ.
Then that was it, stomach so full he could literally feel the milkshake forcing it’s way in there with the rest. His stomach, un-gorged, is usually soft, maybe a little more flabby toward the bottom. But now it’s rounded out, built up to be spherical in front of him, and his pants didn’t like it one bit. He began to suck at the shake slower. Gulp...gulp...gulp...SNAP. His belly blew forward, pushing out ceremoniously into his lap as he groaned his relief.
“Shit, Dean. You gotta lie down or somethin’?” Sam wanted to snicker a bit, but the sight was nice enough that he was still somewhat in awe.
“Oooo,” Dean huffed, “maybe its time we headed back. Turned in for the night. Don’t think I could get anymore in here...” He stroked his stomach gingerly.
“You probably could though...”
“Yeah, but... mmm, let’s just get back to the car, check into a motel.”
“Alright.” Sam leaned in to help Dean up, his own broad shape and round belly poking into Dean’s back as he supported him as they walked out.