Hissing, humming, grumbling.
"Shhh! Shhh!" he rubbed his tummy more furiously, a little annoyed, forgetting that he was still on webcam with Dave. Never before had he heard himself make those noises before.
TG: uhh what are you doing
EB: shut up! my stomachs being weird
TG: what do you mean?
EB: i dunno, its hungry i guess
TG: have you been eating?
But that was a lie. John hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, when he ate a piece of toast before school. Because school was hard lately. He felt like people were looking at him more, laughing behind his back, or whispering about him when he walked by. Staring at his growing tummy, in particular. His wardrobe didn't fit him as good anymore. His pants were painfully tight on his stomach and he started pulling them down under his new tummy. He hoped it wasn't noticeable on cam with his online boyfriend, Dave Strider, because if Dave were to see how John had been growing, he might break up with him.
That's what John thought anyway.
So John's only conclusion to this growing problem was to starve himself in order to lose this troublesome weight.
EB: SORRY i was zoning out thinking hahaha
TG: you are seriously the biggest derp i've ever known
EB: haha I know : B
EB: i have to go now
EB: ummm yes..
EB: but ill be back.
EB: ill be back at 8.
TG: ok see you then bro
TG: don't forget to eat something
EB: bye coolkid B)
TG: dont use faces that are meant to mock me
He minimized the window and closed his eyes. He moaned. Maybe it was time to give in and eat something, rubbing his tummy like this was getting him all hot and excited. His dad was working at the shop until 10 tonight, so he had time...and he was sure there were a couple cakes in the fridge.
Because he ate Betty Crocker cakes all the time, on account of their calorie count and usefulness.
He pulled his shirt off and threw it somewhere behind him. He looked down at his own pale tummy and slowly pulled his khaki shorts up over his belly button. The way they pinched his belly in felt so good, even though it hurt. His fingers slowly traced the nice, satisfying bulge that the pants made in his stomach. It was soooo soft and nice to touch. He squeezed it and gave another moan.
The fingers then worked themselves to the button of the shorts. He wanted to pop those shorts so badly. SO badly. But these were his favorite shorts.
He got up and went over to his closet, looking to see if there was any other pair of older pants that he could pop and not really care about. A pair of blue jeans from a few years back, a few inches back, stood out. He grabbed them and almost ripped off his khakis, kicking them aside with his shirt and then stepping into the jeans. The legs were easy to get on, but when it came to his belly, it felt like there was no way.
He yanked and pulled, getting a work out from squeezing into the jeans he got before he had hit puberty.
John's tummy was acting up again.
"Stop that, it's annoying!" he muttered.
He sucked his tummy in with a deep breath, then quickly buttoned the jeans on top of his belly button and zipped the fly. He let his breath out in a big sigh of relief, then sat down.
The agony! Those jeans were soooo tight. He had a huge muffin top.
And he loved it.
He rubbed all around where his tummy was being sucked into those masochistic pants. It was a pity that they'd be broken in awhile because they would come in handy in a couple days.
John just couldn't take it.
He jumped out of his chair and ran down to the kitchen. The light flickered on and he opened the fridge hungrily. He hadn't eaten anything decent in more than 24 hours and his poor belly was groaning and whimpering almost constantly.
He grabbed a sheet cake and looked at it. Vanilla with colorful sprinkles scattered on it. He wasn't sure of what the inside would be like, but there were only 3 pieces out of it missing. This was perfect. His dad wouldn't miss this cake, anyway. There were too many to even notice it was gone in the morning.
John ran back up to his room with the cake. He immediately plopped down on his bed, spreading his legs and rubbing his belly, moaning. He wished so bad that his tummy would be much bigger and he told himself that he would make himself be as big as he wanted.
No matter what.
He took a bite into the cake. Yellow confetti layer cake with frosting in between the layers. John loved vanilla, and sprinkles.
This was Heaven for John.
John decided at this moment that he would never "diet" again.
He didn't even use a fork, he just grabbed handfuls of the sugary delicacy and stuffed them into his mouth, determined that he would make this button pop across the room without even so much as touching it.
Frosting and sprinkles fell onto his bed, his chest, and were all over his face, but he didn't have time to think about that. All he was thinking about was getting more into his empty, crying belly, and how absolutely amazing this cake tasted.
John hated cake. But in this heat, he didn't think about that either. He never thought about anything.
He began to slow down after his tenth handful. The sugar of the frosting was starting to get a little intoxicating.
"But I needta pop this button..I needta.." he whispered to himself, taking a break to rub his belly. The jeans were straining even more now. It looked so good to him. So good. He loved it. He took a big inhale of breath and closed his eyes as he felt the jeans' fly unzip itself. He knew it was close, so he couldn't slow down now. Opening his eyes, he grabbed another handful of confetti cake and continued to eat.
It was better than an orgasm when the button finally popped off, shooting across the room. He giggled, then laid down and rubbed his belly, letting it free from the constraints of the jeans. There was a huge red ring around his tummy where the pants were. He liked it, though. It was sexy, to him.
Rubbing it, feeling the indent and crease that was still there, he felt like he could never be happier.
But when he woke up, he never felt worse.
What the hell was all of this? He didn't use to be this way. Why was it harder to get up, and why the hell is his bed covered in the food of the Devil? He quickly cleaned up his bed, and ran the rest of the cake down to the fridge and putting it back, hoping it didn't look too obvious that he didn't cut pieces. He went back up to his room and picked up the jeans' button.
John almost cried.
What the hell? Seriously, what the hell?
And he did cry.
After awhile, 8 P.M. rolled around. He knew he'd better suck it up and go back to Dave so he shook his mouse to clear the screensaver off his PC, and then opened the window.
His heart dropped.
His stomach, too, and he thought he was going throw up every last sprinkle he had consumed earlier. For what he saw when he pulled up Dave's window was himself.
He never ceased pestering.
He left his webcam on.
Dave saw all of this.
His boyfriend saw all of this.
John didn't know what to do. He had no words. None. None at all. Instead he burst into tears and closed the window, even though Dave had written some messages. He couldn't read them. He couldn't bear to read them, let alone talk to Dave ever. Not ever.
"Great, now I've gone and done it!" he sobbed to himself, holding his head. "I've lost all my friends, now my boyfriend, too! What the fuck, I'm so fucking STUPID!!" he slammed his fist on his desk, making his monitor and keyboard jump. He sobbed for awhile, writhing in his own misery, when he got a message from his boyfriend.
-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] --
TG: are you there bro?
John stared at the message then slowly typed a reply.
EB: i dont know if i can talk right now dave.
TG: whats wrong?
EB: why are you acting like nothing happened?
TG: what do you mean? nothing did happen bro.
Was he away from his computer and miss the whole thing? Oh, hell yes, John closed his eyes and prayed to God that was the reason why Dave seemingly knew nothing about this whole event.
TG: hey have you ever wanted to call me
EB: you know ive always wanted to but you wont let me : B
John was starting to feel much better, and hopeful now.
TG: its stupid to talk on the phone when we can talk here.
EB: but phone is better!
TG: well bro is gone for awhile so we can if you want.
TG: yea bro if you're gonna be cool about it
TG: i mean
TG: if you're gonna be all weird about it i don't know then i mean
TG: i've never really done this before
EB: me either.
TG: so yea
TG: i might say something retarded
EB: it's okay. me too. are you gonna give me your number then? : B
After they exchanged numbers, John quickly put his PC to sleep and grabbed his khakis from before and pulled his cell phone out of its' pocket. He turned off his light and curled up in bed, dialing Dave's number, excited to call him for the first time. Dave answered very quickly.
"Yo." he said, simply.
"H-Hi..." John stuttered, nervous already.
There was silence for awhile.
"Uhm, are you gonna talk?" John asked shyly.
"Yeah, bro, whatever you want. You're awfully quiet."
"W-well, you too..."
He never really pictured Dave with a southern twang, but there it was. Adorable.
"You never told me you had an accent."
"You have one of those up north ones, too."
John giggled. "I guess you're right."
They talked for awhile, about stupid things. Stupid, but meaningful things. But John couldn't shake the question that had been on his mind all night long.
"Dave, did you see my webcam?"
"Yeah, what about it?"
"Did you see me..doing weird things?" choked John.
"Weird things? No, I don't think so, bro. Well, actually, yeah. Yeah, I did. You were rubbing your stomach all weird. I think you were hungry. Have you eaten?"
Lately Dave has been asking this question a lot. John was scared it was because his boyfriend was thinking he was getting too fat.
"A little. I don't need much, don't want to get fat or anything..." he laughed fakely. Very fake. Very forced.
"Make sure you're eating, bro. Seriously."
"What the heck Dave? I am, why do you keep asking about it?" Damn it all, why was he being a bitch like this on their first time phoning each other? "I'm sorry." he quickly apologized. He was probably just concerned with his well-being...
"Dunno, man." was all Dave said. And then it was quiet again.
Damn it all, again! Why did he have to screw himself over like this?!
"Umm...have you gotten the new GameBro?"
"Yeah. It's awfully sweet."
John giggled. That twang was just irresistible.
"Are you gonna cook some fried chicken later?"
"I'm going to hang up if you won't stop talking about it."
"Are you gonna hang up on ya'll?"
"You're so immature. That didn't even make sense."
John burst into laughter, so he didn't hear Dave's quiet chuckles.
Things seemed normal for quite awhile. They talked until 10, when John's dad came back and yelled at him for being up so late.
"A young man like you needs his rest! So get to bed, now. And give me the phone."
John hesitantly gave Dave a rushed goodbye and then handed his dad the phone.
"Who was that anyway, John?"
"One of my friends." he muttered.
"Tell your friends to go to bed earlier. Good night." he walked out, turning off John's light again.
John laid there, thinking happily about what had just happened. That conversation with Dave was just perfect. Perfect. Nothing could have been better. He loved Dave so much!
But then he started to think about earlier today. What had really happened? Was Dave just acting like it never happened because it was that awkward? Did he really not see it, like he suggested? Or did he...no. No. No, there was no way in Hell that Dave had actually liked what he saw. John wouldn't let himself think that, because that would have been the more disappointing and disheartening than anything else.
Even as he thought these negative thoughts, especially about himself and his body, he couldn't help but let his hands wander down to his tummy and give it a rub. It got him horny all over again and his mind flip-flopped, thinking about how hot and sexy this was, and imagining in his head Dave feeding him that cake from earlier and he fell asleep in his content.
School was painful. Everything about it was painful. His classes were painfully boring. His peers had grown painfully mean and nasty toward him. Refusing a lunch was painful. Doing homework in Study Hall was painful. Hearing people talk about the GameBro magazine he hadn't received yet was painful.
The only thing that made things better was looking at the picture he had printed up of Dave, which was pasted inside the back cover of his assignment notebook. Dave always made things better and he couldn't wait until the stupid bell rang, and he could go home and talk to Dave again. Dave got out of school an hour earlier than he did, which made John very tempted to skip the last hour of the day often. It was only Study Hall. But if his dad caught him skipping, he'd probably get in huge trouble and get grounded.
Not like he had anywhere to go. But his dad would take away his games and maybe his internet. Which he couldn't have happen.
-- turntechGodhead [TG] began pestering ectoBiologist [EB] --
TG: welcome home
EB: thanks you too : B
TG: ive been home
TG: if you can even call this a home.
EB: i know haha
EB: how was your day?
TG: it was ok, as chill as a day at school can get you know?
EB: yea me too
TG: what did you eat for lunch?
EB: i didnt eat anything
Damn, he slipped up. He hoped Dave wouldn't really notice. To his dismay, he did.
TG: why dude? that's not cool.
EB: why not?
TG: food is awesome.
TG: i wish i had some over here.
TG: school lunch is the only thing i ever eat.
TG: which is pretty much ironic.
EB: im trying to diet okay?
EB: and yea school lunch is..bad. : P
TG: diet? that's for pussies.
EB: maybe i'm a pussy.
TG: yeah i guess you are
HiiiiSSssSss. Grrrrrr. His tummy was grumbling and mumbling again...
EB: but seriously though. i haven't been hungry at all lately.
TG: really? that's weird
EB: why do you say that?
John was getting nervous again. How often was this subject going to come up?
TG: john you love me right?
EB: of course!
TG: go to the kitchen
TG: and get two slices of bread
TG: and put a huge glob of peanut butter and jelly on those motherfucking slices
TG: then smash the bread together like two virgins having sex for the first time
EB: your similies suck : P
TG: that was a metaphor dumbass
EB: sorry : P
TG: are you going to go do it?
TG: im not going to reply until you do
EB: im goign to go do that right now
He got up and went down to the kitchen. He found the bread, but when he opened the fridge, no peanut butter or jelly was in sight. Just nice, tantalizing cakes. Piles of them.
What the fuck?
Cakes were the food of the Devil. John didn't want those. He quickly slammed the fridge shut and threw the bread back on the counter. Frankly, he was starving and his tummy had started to make those loud annoying sounds again.
Oh, hell with it. He grabbed the half eaten cake from last night, and went back up to his room with it.
EB: ok i got the sandwich
EB: im eating it now.
TG: can i see on cam to make sure?
EB: dave what the fuck seriously what is your obsession with food lately
EB: i mean come on
EB: who obsesses over that shit
TG: i'm not obsessing. i just want to make sure you're eating.
EB: ok i'm not eating a sandwich but i'm eating something.
EB: good enough?
EB: all there was in the fridge was cake.
EB: that was it.
EB: nothing else at all. seriously. no joke.
TG: can i see?
TG: i want to see how good you are at acting like you're stuffing your face with invisible food.
EB: its not invisible its right here. im eating it right now.
TG: what kind?
EB: confetti cake. yellow confetti cake.
TG: i thought you hated cake.
EB: i said it was the only thing in the fridge.
EB: it's all my dad ever makes.
John took his first bite of the cake. Ugh, it tasted amazing.
Why did eating something he hated feel and taste so good? He had no idea but he was starting to not care. As usual.
He closed his eyes, savoring the sweetness of everything in his mouth. He couldn't stop, once he started, shoveling the cake into his mouth. He didn't even check Pesterchum for quite some time, finding himself completely involved in the cake.
TG: that's sort of sad.
EB: i know it is.
TG: what are you doing? are you busy?
EB: a little.
TG: doing what?
TG: what stuff?
John was annoyed. All he wanted to do was eat his cake in peace.
EB: eating the cake. : B
TG: wow ok.
He closed his eyes again, continuing his fantasy. Dave Strider was feeding him piece by piece this delicious cake, whispering sweet words of encouragement into his ear. Things like, 'keep eating, I like it' and 'you'll be so sexy when I'm done with you'.
God, his sexy southern voice saying that would make him SO hot. How could he keep this from Dave any longer? It was just too good.
EB: when are you going to get a webcam?
TG: soon enough.
TG: you're just copy and pasting i can tell.
EB: you caught me red handed
TG: haha yeah i did alright.
He just couldn't get the whole webcam incident out of his mind though. Did Dave see? He decided he'd have to ask him again.
EB: that one time i was on cam the other day and left my cam on, are you sure you didn't see me?
TG: no. dude, what were you doing? was it so embarrassing?
TG: damn i must have missed something really good
EB: youve been acting weird lately and i want to know
TG: youve the one who's been acting weird lately.
EB: theres nothing weird about me.
He dove into his fifth piece of cake, feeling his shorts start to get tight around his tummy again.
TG: i doubt that.
TG: what if i told you i saw you that day?
TG: what would you do?
John stopped eating.
EB: i don't know
EB: freak out?
TG: why should you freak out bro?
TG: you know i love you and shit.
TG: no matter what.
TG: yea now stop making me say this sappy crap.
TG: you're making me feel like a pussy.
EB: did you see?
And then he felt like everything he just downed would come right back up again.
TG: and i don't feel any differently about you.
TG: i honestly don't.
TG: in fact
TG: i think i love you even more.
TG: i like you like that john
TG: i like your body like that i mean.
TG: is that weird?
TG: ive never liked a fat guy before
TG: but you're different...i dont know. it's like this weird thing like
TG: I don't really care that you're fat or you have weirdass fetishes
TG: i just like it with you
TG: i didn't say anything because i thought you might think i'm creepy for liking it
TG: and stuff.
Tears whelled up in John's eyes. He couldn't believe Dave..he couldn't believe him. He thinks he's the creepy one? And he still loved him after all that? He sobbed, starting to cry hysterically into his arm, forgetting the cake.
Dave was the sweetest, most loving and caring person on this Earth. And John was so lucky to have him as a boyfriend. Too lucky, he thought.
EB: youre not the creepy one dave
EB: thats me.
TG: i don't think so john.
TG: i think its fine honestly
TG: so please lets stop talking about this shit before i go crazy
EB: ok. im sorry. i just had to know
EB: so its ok for you?
TG: yeah. it's cool.
EB: why did you encourage me to eat even after seeing that
TG: i told you
TG: i liked it
John's dreams were coming true in this moment of horror. He couldn't believe it.
TG: i honestly don't fucking know so let's just keep talking like normal okay bro?
He looked down at the cake.
EB: im eating a cake right now
TG: i can tell you from past experiences that you're probably looking pretty sexy right now
TG: very sexy.
TG: awfully sexy.
EB: can i call you?
TG: bro is here. at home i mean.
EB: i dont care. you can be quiet can't you?
TG: come on man i dunno.
EB: please dave?
EB: i need this
EB: you don't know how long i've been waiting for this
TG: for what?
EB: you to know and
EB: for you to talk about it to me and stuff
TG: youre pretty damn serious about this aren't you
EB: couldn't you tell by the video?
TG: i guess
TG: yeah but just for awhile
EB: ok i'll call you
John got up and ran downstairs to get the phone and then ran back up to his room, panting. He plopped down on his bed and pulled the cake in front of him. There was about half of it left. Dialing the number, he waited with baited breath.
"Hey..." John whimpered shyly. The sound of his boyfriend's voice really put him into place. "I'm really hungry, so can we get started?"
"Look, bro. I've never done this before. I don't really know what to do..."
"It's okay just TALK about it..." he whined.
"This is weird, man..."
"Just do it..please...." he put the voice on speaker and put it down on his bed in front of him, and then took the fork and stabbed it into the cake and started feeding himself, hoping Dave would comply.
"Are you eating right now?" he asked.
"Yes." John said in between bites, a little cake falling out of his mouth. He grabbed the crumbs and ate those, too.
"What's it like?"
"It's really good, but I think I'm gonna go get some of the red velvet dad made last night."
"Okay, I'll wait."
"Alright, I'm back." John panted as he jumped back onto his bed with a gigantic slice of red velvet cake.
"How big is it?"
"About..." John paused, measuring it with his fingers and sight. "5 inches wide."
"And how thick?"
"About an inch."
"I wish I had access to cake like that, bro."
"Yeah.." John muttered, not really paying attention anymore. He just stuffed himself with that delightful red velvet cake, making sure to lick every last bit of cream cheese frosting that got on his face off sufficiently.
It was quiet. It seemed like Dave couldn't do much encouraging, but it was honestly because he was too embarrassed to. He had no idea what to tell John, but just kept asking him how it tasted and if it felt good. He couldn't deny it though, when he had seen his boyfriend act that way on cam, it got him pretty hard.
John finished the red velvet, and after 30 minutes, the rest of the confetti cake had been demolished.
"I'm done..." he panted, grabbing the phone and turning speaker off, holding it to his ear. He laid down on his bed, spreading out and rubbing his hurting tummy.
"Was it good?"
"I wish you were here, Dave."
"I wanna be there, too, dude. For real."
"I know..." John groaned, rubbing his tummy...it had never hurt so bad like this. He thought maybe this time he had overdone it. "Are you sure this is normal to do?"
"Look at Bro, dude. You think puppets are normal? Everyone has their thing, man. Everyone's got a couple skeletons in their closet. Who cares? I don't."
John smiled, listening carefully to his accent.
"You're right. Thanks, Dave."