"Jake's New Regimen" by Exjockfeeder. Part I chapter 3: The Fitting (Patreon)

As he made his way home, the cookies became too tempting. Looking down, he eyed the size of his belly. "Damn, I really shouldn't. I've made a total pig of myself today." Shifting his bulk, he dared not unbutton his jeans again. "These babies might not close up again after a few of these cookies." Jake threw his shoulders back, trying to give his belly more room despite the pressure on his low-slung waistband, and tore off half of the first cookie.

As he pushed down the eighth one, his straining pants reminded him of his other errand. Pulling into the mall, the fatted stud dropped from the truck with a thud. He reached for the bag and took the last four cookies with him. His pants were tight as hell. "Man, I can't wait to get these fucking things off." Jake shoved another cookie in his mouth and took in the sight of his belly again. The top arc of it was pushed out bigger than he'd ever seen it. Almost impressed at the accomplishment, he took and deep breath and pushed his belly out just a bit more. With a groan, he had to relax. His pants dug in to near busting with the pressure. At seeing his bulging belly, he remembered that he ought to button up his shirt before heading inside. It took a huge amount of inhaling to close not the last one but two buttons.

With fabric tugging at every beefy bulge, the jock strode into the mall and headed right for the jeans store, gulping down the last cookie as he walked through the door. Excellent, he thought. The place was empty except for the guy refolding jeans. Jake ambled to the wall and stood wondering what size to get. It had been so long since he bought jeans, he wasn't even sure of the size of the faded ones straining on his butt now. Jake pondered over the selection spanning the entire wall.

"Know what size you need?" The clerk's voice startled Jake. Damn, he thought. He had really wanted to do this errand in peace. "Umm, yeah, I think so. I'm sure these are right down here." He dropped to a squat at the lowest shelf. His muscled legs flexed and his overfed belly bulged to maximum size. The quick movement pushed a grunt from the jock's lips. With a sudden pow, the top button shot off his jeans. Jake was afraid to move. Another strain might bust a seam or send yet another button sailing. He nervously cleared his throat, but had no idea what to say.

"Looks like you got here just in time," the salesman said. The red-faced jock cautiously eased back to a standing position. His gut bumped the shelf on his way up. The clerk's eyebrows rose slightly. "Here, come with me to a fitting room, and let's find you something you can wear out of here."

Jake was relieved that the guy didn't make a scene of his blow out, and more relieved to move somewhere private, where he could at last shed his jeans. Once safely in the fitting room, he had no choice but to strip to his underwear. He had to really tug to get his jeans down past his beefed-up ass, and then his belly felt too bloated to bend all the way down. He worked his feet to get the busted pants free of his ankles. With a sigh of relief, he relaxed his gut to full size again. He slowly turned to see himself in the mirror.

"Fuuuck," he moaned quietly as he moved his hands to the sides of his belly. Big sections of his white t shirt were exposed between the strained buttons. Jake knew how tight his clothes felt, but he had no idea how much it was showing. His eyes were locked on the sight of his belly, as if noticing how much of a gut he was getting for the first time. He firmly gripped the meaty sides of it, startled at how round and protruding it looked in the mirror. He felt his briefs start to tighten as he thought about his bigger belly. He pushed his gut out as far as he could and got more aroused. A rap at the door jarred him from his thoughts.

"Here are some pants for you to try out."

Jake opened the door a crack to take the stack of pants, shifting his hard on, trying to ease it. "I know you said you wanted to try 38's, but I think I may have the next size up in back, so I'm going to go check for you. Just in case."

"Um, yeah thanks. The 38's should be good though man. I think maybe the ones I was wearing were 36's."

"Uh huh. Well, see what works for you, and I'll check back."

Jake took the most faded looking 501's first and stepped into them, leg by leg. He had to wriggle more than he expected to get them over his hips, which he dismissed to their newness. The denim hugged his beefy butt as he tugged the fly closed. The first two buttons closed okay, but he had to yank to get them totally closed. "Shit, these are tight too. Must be the wrong cut." Jake's growing hard on didn't help the snugness. And the more he watched his gut bulge in the mirror as he wrestled with the pants, the worse that got.

Another rap at the door. "Are those working, or do you want to try the other ones I found?"

"Uuuh, yeah. Why not? Let's give those a go. I kinda prefer 'em loose."

The clerk handed the jeans over the door to Jake. "I'll wait right here to see if those are working."

Just great, Jake thought. He shed the first pair and worked into the others. Better, he thought. At least it felt like he could breathe.

"Let's see how those are fitting, big guy."

Jake squared his shoulders and came out of the fitting room. The clerk steered him to the three-way mirror, standing the jock so he could see his gut from all angles. Jake didn't know where to look. Every mirror gave him an undeniable view of just how big his belly was getting. "Shiiiit," he muttered.

"What's the matter? Those too tight too? They are the relaxed fit ones." The clerk tugged at the snug waistband. "How are they feeling? You don't have tons of room, do you? I'm not sure I have the next size up, but I could check. You keep up with those cookies and you might be glad you did."

Jake's hard on spiked a bit more at the comment. Man, he thought, what's the deal with that? The clerk pressed on.

"How are the legs feeling? This cut is usually a little looser in the leg and seat, but they're a closer fit on your build. Does this feel good?" The clerk was now tugging at both the waist and the thigh of Jake's jeans. His gut bulged out in response, shown in full view three times over. Jake's face was getting hot, as was his groin as the guy felt at how tight his pants were. He put one hand on his belly to steady the bounce of his tightly stuffed belly. He awkwardly cleared his thought, about to reply when a voice on the intercom announced that the store was about to close.

"Oop. We better get you something to wear out of here, buddy."

Jake stood there, composing himself, trying not to look at his own belly. "Uuuh, yeah. Those are pretty much toast. I, uh, think these will work okay."

"Alright. Come back in here and let's get the tags off them so you can keep them on."

The clerk led Jake back into the fitting room. "Turn around and I'll get the tags off." Jake was again faced with the sight of his gut. He felt the guy raise his shirt and reach inside the waistband to work on the tags. "One sec. Almost got it." With a pop, the tags came loose and the clerk stood up behind Jake, who couldn't take his eyes off his belly.

"By the way, I'm Jeff." Jake turned and for the second time in a day hit someone with his gut. Jeff let out a little laugh and patted Jake's belly on the side. "Come back and see me if all those cookies keep having their effect, big guy. Call ahead though so I can make sure I have the sizes you need here. You're hitting the top of our range."

Jake's hard on was more urgent than ever as he muttered thanks and bolted out of the store. He hoisted himself into the truck, raced home, tore off his jeans and beat off wildly, shooting all over his rounded stomach before falling asleep.

Hours later, he slowly roused. His muscled body pulled his weight off the bed and he headed to the bathroom like he had done earlier that day. This time, he looked square at his belly. He grabbed a wash cloth and cleaned it off, slowly rubbing his rounded abs., he rubbed his belly all over. His cock jumped again, and soon he was beating off at the mirror, moving his belly to see every new bulge.

After the release and the rest, Jake was ready for more food. He called his favorite Italian place and ordered much more than his usual, stuffing himself in front of the television for the rest of the night, not heading to bed until his gut was almost too tight for him to bend forward. The overblown swell of his belly got him going again, so he beat off one more time before falling asleep. As he drifted off, he thought, "shit man, what a crazy day. Tomorrow I gotta cut back and get this gut looking flatter again." Then he drifted off with both hands caressing his fat.

To be continued.