Steve’s gut lurched forwards as he let out a relaxing burp. Steve Murphy was Greg Murphy’s brother and a semi-alcoholic. He was your classic case of a ‘black sheep’. While Greg excelled in academics Steve partied and got drunk. Steve was a twice college drop out and a divorced man.
Steve had recently been delt an eviction notice, forcing him to move in with his brother and family.
Steve had made his room in the guest room. Keeping to himself and baby sitting the children when Greg and Susan wanted a night out. However you could normally find Steve at the bar, drinking with his friends or getting into eating contests.
Steve was a ‘generously proportioned guy' guy, specifically in the stomach area. After 3 years on a diet composed of cheese steaks, cheese fries and beer he was in pretty crappy shape. He was built, muscular in fact; but he was still a fat guy.
Tonight was a night just like any other, Steve was sitting at ‘Jason’s Cheese Steak n’ Grill’ chowing down on a dozen cheese steaks; and that was ‘small talk’ for Steve.
Yes that’s right, a dozen cheese steaks are nothing for Steve. Steve, like mentioned earlier, is a pretty enormous guy, and when his stomach is empty he can eat much more than 4 men put together.
Steve was sitting in a booth just looking over some papers as he called for some more cheese steaks. He loosened his belt and as he shifted his wide frame the booth legs moaned and creaked under her weight.
Steve was a very, very wide man. But he also sported a huge belly that when full, jutted out from him extremely far. His belly became so round and huge when he ate it seemed as if he had swallowed a tire…
1 Hour Later…
and Steve lay in a semi-conscience state in the booth surrounded by countless plates. He put his hand on his gut feeling the warmth but also the pain.
His shirt was riding up just under her chest. His belt was undone and his belly was round, he lay there digesting his food. His gut was huge, it was round and tight and it hung over his jeans like a towel on a cloths line. As he shifted his weight the booth creaked and moaned…his enormous mass of fat was something you didn’t not what to be sat on by.
He huge thighs where cushions for his stomach and his fat arms where like tree trunks…his entire body was swollen with food. (This is not inflation, he’s just very fat)
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