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[queercoshon]

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Wuupz, I'm maybe a ljttle crossed again. I said id wait until this summsr to do it, but it just kinda happsned! I only had a few beers w dinner, but then ollie offered a joint anx i couldn't say no! They Lways have strong shit, i should knoow better by now.

Aaand them I got takeout on my way home. Goes well with the six pack I'm workijg through. I figured if i was already drunk i should jusy keep going! I took an edible too, waiting for that to kick in.

I ordered way too much food cuz im a fuckin pig when im drunk. No one needs a family combo. I already ate like half and my gut is like stretching a little. Beer chugs aren't helping. God i keep burping.

Holllly fuck im hungry. Im actually kindd of worried 2 more burgees and 2 more fries wont be enough.

I found rum! To put in the sodass, cuz 3 came with the commbo. The 4th ddink was a milkshake

Mmy pantsre getting real tight my belly feels soo swollen. The whole thingg just bobs up sn down when i hicccup, barely joggles at the bottomm. Thats harxd to do, usually theres enough fllab to bounce around. Fuck i ate a lot of food. I alwways so. Swhy i triedto stop. But thidx is way tooo good

Woonder if i can finish the 6 pax

I finnishhed.. . Sn im fickin huuhe i havero roll to ger up. I mean iff im being honest iit was alreaddy gettinggn a likl hard to gef uo sometimes, not evenn when im dbrunk. Im just gerting fattddr fhan chumbby now

Myg belly is makong big giŕgles, likè i can feel the rumbvles shifting alll of the crapp i shoved ij my facr. Its no wonder imbgetting so fat.

Uuurrrp! Ugh im so burppy. All the booxe and food is kust bloating md up.

Imm tryna walk to the bsthroom, gottta pee, bit walkings a little vit hard rn. My feet just adent helpful at all. Gooð thingi can  lean against the wall. Its reallg cold against my bare belly.

Holy shif. I cant see my feet. I ate so mucĥ i cant see over my gut standin like this. Ficck

Ik now i said ið slwo down  but i  ant help it! This jusy feels too good. Wish i could jist stau home and bè a denk houss pig.

Itz 3am ive bðen goeging n drinkj n and smoking since 5pmm. Thays 10 straight hours. Ohh man do i feel ir noe. Irs a good think im fucking bllitzed or else mg belly would hurtt too mch to sleep. Ut im nice and floary and drunk ansx my stomaxh just feels lkke a rock.

Igh i  ant lay down all the way, going to havè to sleep in my reclineŕ i think. My ut needs the spport of my thighs. It actually pushes my thighs apart noe.

Mmm i can barly keep my eues open, vut i cant stop rubbing my belly. If feels sooo good. Itd comeepletly studfded full, hard at the toucĥ  even with the later of fat i put in in the passt year.

Class is gonne be jard tomoror

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Millie could hear the snoring before she opened the door to their apartment.

Shavon's probably passed out again.

She was right. They were completely conked out in the recliner, empty cans and fast food wrappers littered around them. Their bare belly sat in their lap, clearly too stuffed to pool on their thighs like usual.

Millie had met Shavon in freshman year at the pride alliance club, and moved in together nearly two years ago. Aside from their increasing messiness, Shavon had been a pretty good roommate. They let Millie have her introvert downtime, but was always ready to chill if she wanted company. When they were sober, Shavon was also a killer cook. That was getting more and more rare. Nowadays it was mostly takeout. Luckily they (almost) always ordered enough for Millie, too. Didn't seem like that was the case tonight, though.

Millie knew better than to tiptoe around now, trying to be quiet. If Shavon was passed out like this, it would take the noise of a rapture to pull them out of their coma. She grabbed a takeout bag and chucked all the garbage inside, and threw the beer cans into a different bag. Her eyes traced along Shavon's corpulent form.

They had changed a lot since they first met. Starting college, Shavon had definitely been curvy, but nowhere near overweight. However, living alone for the first time and being able to choose their own food led to a very quick freshman 15. It didn't help that Shavon and Millie's friend group loved either getting high or going drinking and then going out for takeaway later. Those extra calories piled up fast.

By the time Millie and Shavon got their apartment, Shavon was nearly 80 pounds heavier.

That year was the final year of undergrad for both of them. They dealt with the stress in different ways. Millie liked to garden, cook, and bake. Shavon liked to get baked and eat Millie's cooking, or cook something of their own.

Millie did a quick tidy of the kitchen and took a quick look in the fridge before heading to her room.

The whole friend group kind of knew that Shavon was always looking for some sort of indulgence. They all enabled it in some way or another. Ollie always had joints ready to go, for instance.

Millie also did her part. She scheduled a few deliveries for tomorrow, set to arrive right when Shavon would be getting back from class. She knew they had a three day weekend, and despite Shavon always saying they would cut back, she would probably need to order again by the time Saturday came around.

This is what made Shavon happy. Millie would do anything to make that happen.

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God, I have the best roommate. First, she woke me up this morning so I didn't miss class. My alarm was going off in my bedroom, and I guess it woke her up. But she didn't even complain! What's more, she had a coffee and breakfast sandwich ready for me! Which I dearly needed, because I dunno if I was hungover or still drunk, but existing this morning was rouuugh.

So I trudge through class (why tf did I go straight from undergrad into a masters??? I shoulda taken time off like Millie.) And as I get back home, there's a few bags at the door, as well as a grocery delivery guy. So I grab everything and unpack.

At first I thought she was throwing a party, cuz there was so much booze and snack foods. But then I saw her note on the coffee table beside a plate of brownies.

"Enjoy your three day weekend ;) try and save a drink or two for me after work. Xo Millie.

P.S. careful with the brownies, don't eat all of them in one go"

Tonight will be fun.

Ohhh ahit. I tech ically didnt eatvall of those brownies in one go. I ate one every hour for the past 4 hourss. And had a bowl. And drank like 6 cisers and a shot r 2.

I also ate like a metric ton of pasta. I like to cook when i m drinking, cuz i really norice when it starts to hit.

I still feell like im swelling. The pasta is stiiting in my belly like a rock, and all rhat booze has my belly has me judt getting bifger.

Shouldd i take another shoet? My belltss too rfull for another cider. Ill hust take another shot of this mickey herr.

I want chi0s. Oe cookies. Im so hungey. I dunno if u can get up tho, everythingd a lottle it spinny.

.the bioozw is hitting hard. I got up to trt more cider, cuz i wanted to deel my gut swell up ahain. I also gor chips, and ixe cream.  Didd you knowcthat if you mix cidsrc and valnilla ice cresam you get an booizy ice cream float?mm heavdn

I can hear my belly slosh when i shakecit to get our moew burps. Slosh soash slosh Urrrrp! I 've been such a pig.everything tastes so goodzz even tho i can feel by gut stretchign.

Omm out of cider:(( i stìk got rum but i dunnno if i ccn grt ip to get mixxer. Ig i icould drjnk fromm the mickeryz but im pretty fuckrf up. Ill ftry.

Urrrrrrp! Uhh  fuvkk. I gottta rock bakk andcforth fo grt uò now, vut mg belly id so stufffed. Ifd like, pullinf down ansn out st the same tome. Ufuh im so fulll of bubbledd. I jusy gofta drjnnk rumm straightht up i cantn fuckin movd. Urrrrrp. Pigg. Hic!

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God, what a long day. Millie hated the afternoon/evening shift. She spent the whole morning anxious about work, and when she was off there wasn't much time to do anything.

Entering the apartment, she could hear the tv playing some nonsense, as well as evidence that Shavon hadn't passed out yet.

"Hic! Hic! Urrp! Uggh."

"Hey, love. How's it going?" Millie entered the living room, taking in the damage. A mixing bowl lined with what looked like pasta sauce was beside the recliner, along with wrappers for chips and a pint of ice cream. Millie didn't stop to count the cans, she knew by Shavon's hazy eyes it was at least half of the liquor order.

"Hic! Goooo-hic-od!" Shavon giggled and then burped. Their gut was once again a dome, just like last night. One of their hands was fondling their folds, probably completely without realising they were doing so. The other held the mickey of rum, which was more than half empty.

"You're drinking straight rum? Are you trying to black out before 10pm?"

"Naaaah. I wannted coke, bu- hic!- I cann get up. Mmm maybbe a bi drun -hic-k. An i feel -hic- really heavy. " Their eyes just could not focus on Millie.

Millie smirked. "Well, let me help with that. I'll get you some coke." She patted the top of her roommate's bare belly, unleashing a string of burps. Shavon hummed and smiled, sort of nodding.

As she puttered around the kitchen, Millie tried to combat the heat in her face. She started feeling...things whenever Shavon got like this. She noticed a few months ago, when she came home early to find her roommate beached on the couch, gut spherical from getting stuffed with an entire cake and a bottle of baileys. Shavon couldn't even speak, and neither could Millie. She felt a pull to them, and started tracing the bright pink stretch marks on their belly, before switching to a more meaningful belly rub. Shavon's moans switched from utter discomfort to pure satisfaction.

After that day, Millie had been enabling them more and more. Neither of them said anything about it, it just seemed to be the new way of life for them.

She mixed a drink for herself, and brought a few bottles of soda and an empty glass to Shavon.

They barely noticed Millie arrive, their head bobbing slightly with every hiccup, their several chins stopping them from leaning forward completely.

"Are you sure you need this?" Millie waved the pop bottle in front of them, their bloodshot eyes struggling to follow.

"Hmm? Yeaaa. Thhans, Millie." They managed to grab the glass, but they couldn't figure out where to put it to pour the rum in. They used to hold it between their knees, but now there was a massive belly in the way.

Millie grabbed the glass and rum, "here, let me. Tell me when." She let the rum trickle in and it continued filling. She was worried Shavon didn't understand the task, until the cup was over a quarter full with amber liquid.

"Whenn."

She topped the rest up with coke and handed Shavon the glass, who threw back several desperate gulps.

"Braaap! Thhanks, Millie. You'rr the bess-hic!"

"Let me bring you a snack to soak up that alcohol, honey."

Millie could hear their stomach gurgling as she walked away.

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Mmmm i can neeven lft my heßd. I thinķ im froolong. M so  drunk n by vfbrlly os so fill, vit im so hungruu. Mg eyds are socheavy.

Mmmph! Wha-?? Mmmm is choco olate. Cìpcakee i think? Where did it come romm? Cns barely oenc my eeyes. Oh, irs milliem good millie

"Yeah, I'm good? You like this?"

I nodd but i didnt mean to sau that outg louss. Can she reas mg thoughts?m my mouth was full of coohoxalate.

Ohh its do rich.  I onlg got onee hannd to ruv my poor belly, gofte keep holding the drink. I think i ll spoll if i try fo lift it up tho. Hic!

"Poor piggy, let me help you." Miklliee took my drink! I whine but ifts good to haveb bofh my handds to rub my fut.

Brrap! Uhh ohm y god shes rubbingng my gut too ansd it ffeeks amazing. I canr keep my head up its gonns fall nack. My eyess kro dry to keep opdnn.

"Your poor belly. No wonder you're outgrowing your recliner. You'll have to start being a hog on the couch soon."

Ffuuckk mmmmm hmm?

Myt drink it at my mouth i  gofta chug? Ogh righth millie is holdnf it, she s holdinf it to my motjh, i gottta be s good pig andcdrink. Ans drink. Andx drink. Igg burns!

Urrrrap!

"That was hard work, huh? You're panting! You did so good tho, you drank it all."

"I'mm a gooo pigghy hic!" Im do fuckifn full fhat thre hiccup makes my belly od one solif bounce. No jigggle no rupples no soff flab. Ebeen my belly hsndg is like inflated. Hic!

"A good piggy who got the hiccups. Did someone drink too much?"

"Hic! Bnnno. Hic! Urrrp. I cou drinkk morr. Hic! Ugh."

I fink shes lauching at me? Shes smkling ugh shes so cute. Oooh shee rubbinggn my belly ans hm? Holdong another cup to myh mouthh.

"Then drink."

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Millie wasn't sure if the heat in her cheeks was from her drink, or from spending the next few hours getting Shavon even more tanked. By midnight they had finished the mickey of rum, taken several more bong hits, and demolished a plate of nachos Millie made. They had ended up passing out mid bite around 12:30am, nacho still in hand. Millie cleaned them up a little, tidied the living room, and tucked them under a blanket.

Maybe it was the alcohol guiding her thoughts, but Millie fell asleep to thoughts of seeing how often they'd be able to do this.

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4 cypcakes was a lit of sufer, a lot of caloriws. All my burps tatse like chocolate and boozze. Itd onlyy lirk 2. I soke ip at noon andx i wasnt even hunf over!

Prily cuz i was dtill drinnk.

Keepong my head up is haed. Uh oh is sounds like millies home.

"I hope my piggy's hungry!"

Oh, i iam.

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It'd been three weeks since that night, and Shavon got fucked up every single night that they didn't have a morning class the next day. So every Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night. They were starting their debauchery early on Saturdays and Sundays now, sometimes getting beached on the recliner before noon.

Millie brought home groceries and liquor after running errands on Saturday. Most of her purchases were now based on what Shavon wanted to consume. Lots of sweets, lots of fast food, and of course lots of booze.

"I hope my piggy's hungry!" She put down the groceries in the kitchen and rounded into the living room to see Shavon smiling dumbly at her, red eyes hazy and unfocused.

"Yaaa, you brought me f-hic- food?" They licked their lips as if they were starving, but their bulging gut showed they were anything but. The past few weeks of overdrive had clearly taken a toll, their stretchmarks shattering across their rapidly expanding frame.

"I did! I bet you're starving. And thirsty too! I only see seven beer cans."

Shavon picked up the one in their cup holder and chugged, belching repeatedly once it was drained.

"Ei- burrrp!- eight.." they giggled slightly and their head lolled to the side a little, and Millie felt a familiar heat trace through her body right up to her cheeks.

"Let me get you more." Let's see how much they can take before they pass out today.

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Ccu ck she kèeps holdinf frinls snd food to my mojtn snd i gotts eat them  all . I cnt fickinf breathe. My gut is creajinf smd stretching so mich  its itcht.

Mmmmm Urrrrrp!

I love when shee doee s this. In faxt, last few gimes i was drunko sje pushsd me til i blacked out. Maybe ecen more timws and i dont remember.

"Urrrrrp! Oh Millieee..."

Yes sweetie?

Moatrrre pless"

The little piggy wants more?

"Urrrrp! Yessh"

And she holdls a beer bottle to my mouth and i xhug and i chug. It riahes to mt throar and i choke a little, vut she doesn't stopp. My st0maxh is o fizzy,  it all bubbles back as soon ascshe moves away.

Urrrp URRRRP! Ohhhh

Jshe btought home takeout.. i ofnt evem need to open my eyesz shes just holding the food to my mouth snd i just jeep esting. I odnt even know how mosny burgers sre in my gut. Ohhh its stretching

Hic! Hic! Each hiccup us shaking ny belly. My fat is do jigglyg now. I fdel it whenefver i moce. I thiught i wass fatf befoŕ,vut thrr pst like 2? Weeekd i purt on like 10 pounffs. If sheh keepd dfeeingb me like thið in gonnna be òvr 350 brefore septtemver. I wont fiþ in ther desks at scoool! I alrrsdy have fo squeezde into them. Vi have to osqueeze into a lfo  of things now. Clotheds, boothsz, doors, sns eveɓ our shower.

Kmmm shhees squeeezing my bellt, and squeexing more into uf. Brrathjng is kinda haed..

"H-hic- how mmmuch have i had to drinn?" Wowe my tongue isc so iheacy.

"You don't know? Let me count for you."

Sheees holdin up each cañ and bottle sss she counts.  I csnr keep tracj.

"...eleven, twelve, thirteen! You have such a high tolerance, most people would be passing out now."

"Yeahhh, I haf a high tolr-hic-ance."  My eues are do heavy and mym bellu is too aand its kinda hardd to ke p my head ipm

"So that just means you need more, hhmm?"

Im nodding  i think im nodding. Millies smilinngz so i did nodd. Oohh shesx makin me a mixdd drink  i like thosde best.

"Drink up, piglet. You're far too sober."

Glug! Glug! Glug! Uhhh itcbursn. Usually shs hides the alchol flavour bt kthis is so mucĥ vodka  i think.

Urrp!!! Urrrrapp! Ii cant stop pantiiing myyy belly to heacy. Ooooh...

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Millie couldn't stop tracing her nails over Shavon's swollen stomach. They had passed out maybe 15 minutes ago, but that didn't mean their body was silent. Gurgles and groans were emitting from their poor belly, which once again had barely any give.

The two hadn't spoken about this yet, but both seemed to like it. Millie loved being a little bit responsible for Shavon's state, and Shavon liked every push and prod Millie gave. It was working out well for both of them.

But what would happen in the future? Would Shavon want to stop to focus on school and later their career? Could they stop if they wanted to? If they couldn't, would Millie's salary be enough to cover everything?

Millie shook her head. These aren't problems for right now. The next problem was that Shavon would probably rouse still tanked, but starving. By now, Millie was figuring out Shavon's wants and desires, and they would want something heavy and greasy as soon as they woke up.

So she left the unconscious orb of a human to convert all those calories into more fat, and started working on a menu for the rest of the weekend.

Let's see if we can get 10lbs in 1 week this time.