Bob’s Gaining Journey - Part 3 (Patreon)

Luckily, I had a promotion at work, and ended up in a desk job, as the new boss! From now on, things have changed dramatically. I had business diners almost every day of the week. I always had a big appetite, but having an unlimited budget for my meals was like heaven. The first few times, I restrained myself from gorging out like a pig. When my shirt was starting to feel tight, I knew I had to stop.

But one time, I couldn’t keep that discipline. That morning, my alarm clock died and I had to skip breakfast for the first time in my life. At the restaurant for dinner, the client was late, and I couldn’t start without him, it would have been too rude. So I waited, as my empty stomach was emitting so much growling that it seemingly started to eat itself. I was SO hungry. As I looked at the other clients in the restaurant, I swear I could have eaten one of them.

When my client finally arrived, I couldn’t help myself. I ordered the biggest thing they had on the menus and almost swallowed it whole. Then I went for a second course. After two other plates, I started to feel constricted in my clothes. But this time, the hunger was too strong to ignore. Besides, I had to make up for my missed breakfast, and that client would understand that making me wait had increased my hunger.

Each time the waiter came to our table, I ordered something else. And I kept eating mindlessly and ordering more, as we discussed business for hours. My belly was growing, and the buttons of my shirts were about to pop. I discreetly undid one, then two, then three, until the shirt was opened in the middle of my belly. My client could see my belly button in the triangle opening. His eyes looked at it, but he didn’t seem to mind.

As I continue to devour plates upon plates of fattening food, the shirt slowly slides higher and higher on the sphere, revealing it as the curtains of a theater. The shirt was disappearing in the fold between my pecs and my paunch, as I continued to expand, like a food balloon. At that moment, my belly was sitting on top of the table, slowly pushing the plates and glasses aside. It became almost as wide as the table, and covered half of its depth.

The client wasn’t even looking me in the eyes anymore. He was looking down, trying to avoid contact with my huge, growing body that was slowly advancing toward him. He was intimidated and agreed with everything I said. He was confident and dominating at the beginning of our conversation, but now, he looked like a prey trying to play dead in front of a predator. He signed what would be the biggest contract in the company’s life.

That’s when I understood that it would become my new routine. No more restrain, no more hunger. I could eat as much as I wanted to every day, and it would turn into profit for the company. I would be some sort of professional eater. And as you would imagine, that’s when my weight increased drastically.

To be continued.