You look across at Brad, ready for more food, but he has fallen asleep. You smile and think how much better you must be at this than him, then get up and get the rest of the food.
You walk back to the sofa and sit down, stuffing yourself with the left over nachos and cheese until every bag is empty. You rub your bloated belly, it is now sticking out like you were pregnant, and it feels great.
The beers are still left, so you reach across and began drinking the rest of the cans with the left over food, finally you reach your limit, any more and you will pop. You look across at Brad, who is lying spread out across the sofa bed near you, his massive bloated belly moving up and down as he breathes. You smile drunkenly and let out a loud belch.
The belch was so loud you woke Brad up, Brad sits up and looks around.
"Oh man did I fall asleep?" Brad asks rubbing his big belly.
You smile, "Yeah, and I got to finish everything off!"
"Everything?!" Brad asked, amazed.
You nod at Brad, proudly. Then feel your boxer shorts getting extremely tight, "Must have stuffed myself a bit too much, my boxers are digging in..." you say.
"Mine too..." Brad says.
You reach around to straighten up your underwear, but instead a loud rrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiip! noise comes from your butt. Embarassed, you see Brad laughing at you.
"Your boxers should ripped!" Brad laughs.
You look down and see Brad was right, your white boxer shorts are in shreads, suddenly...
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