The dairy of big ass annie

Chapter 5 May 3rd 2023

“Dear diary,

Today was a nightmare I won't ever, ever soon forget, not until I'm old and gray in the head! So…I wanted to try out this relatively still new burger place, the one just down the street. But when I did…I think, I fell in love…with the food there, I mean. Each burger, so dense and juicy and packed to the brim with grease as saucy and thick as fatty mayonnaise. As disgusted as it sounds, and trust me I was disgusted…well, I *was* disgusted, would be more accurate…anyway, once I had one of their burgers, I…I couldn't have just one. The way my stomach roared and gurgled for more after finishing the last of that addicting honey sweetness of that Hawaiian sesame seed bun, I was hooked, line and sinker…

Hours that felt like minutes later, all I could remember hardly being able to breathe, the only thing I could focus on was growing the tightness of my clothes. My growing body has already surpassed my usual clothes limits, but I stubbornly refused to buy new ones. Big mistake! Big…fucking…mistake! And rightfully deserved it! (*Sigh*) The more I ate, the…hungrier I got to the point where it felt like a never ending cycle of the restaurant employees bringing me larger and larger towers on burger trays, each hourly associate giving me either an asshole’s look of disgust or saint’s concerned expression about my…um…behavior, at the establishment. Because there I was, stuffing my face with a seemingly endless barrage of burger and fries like a mindless, deranged pig who escaped her farm and managed to squeeze into human clothes and snag some human money for her gluttonous spree.

And as we all know, college students aren't known to have all the money in the world. And I didn't want to suck the life out of my bank account like I was sucking down those milkshakes that felt like they had the same viscosity as liquid cement construction workers used the way the cold beverage poured down my throat with each gulp and made my stomach visibly expand another inch with the dense drink. But trying to satisfy my never-ending hunger with burger after burger, it had to stop, ‘I want to stop but I don't know how!’ I shouted inside my own head as my mouth was too busy mulching down some chili fries and the universe heard my pleading cry…but has a funny way of helping people.

A loud *pop* soon echoed across the room, the entire building more like, and at that moment I felt my cute jean shorts giving up the pressure of my bulging dome of flesh of a belly. My eyes widened as I tried to cover the open button with my hand immediately as my face turned redder than any tomato they had in the kitchen, and of course, everyone in the place was staring at me, from curious giggles to disgusted scoffs. It was hard not to feel ashamed and embarrassed, yet…at the same time, I felt a bizarre thrill coursing through my body. It was like I was a star in my very own erotic fantasy, the center of attention for everyone to see. I felt both exposed and aroused as the thought of being so vulnerable among all these strangers hit me, hard, harder than a truck on a speed track.

I could feel their eyes wandering all over my unusual and still foreign feeling plus-size form, and I couldn't help but relish in the secret pleasure of their gaze behind my shaking pupils. It was so surreal, an undeniable cause and effect. The more they looked, the more excited I got, feeling my appetite squirming and fluttering around inside me in response to my embarrassing situation. My mind was clouded with dirty thoughts of being seen, and I shamefully kept eating, pressing with my other hand to my bloated stomach, which was already hanging over the edges of my shorts. Finally, I remembered the extra-large shirt that I kept with me since it was a bit on the chilly side that day, and quickly wrapped around my waist with haste, wanting to cover up the gap between my button-open shorts and my exposed skin. I left the restaurant as fast as my waddling bloated twin food baby carrying self could, wanting to put as much distance as I could between myself and the suppressed shame and unexpected resulting arousal I'd felt. I don't know if I can ever show my face there again after THAT happened. My uncontrollable appetite and sprouting body will catch up with me and ruin my public image one way or another, it seems. Something tells me that I'm not in control anymore, that there's no going back from this. I'm scared…but I would be lying that a, very, small part of me….is also excited to see what comes next.

-Annie.