Story Time: We went out to dinner with friends this weekend..

Story Time: We went out to dinner with friends this weekend to a burger place known for their large and crazy burgers as well as serving alcohol. She stuffed herself into this white bodysuit and jeans she could barely button. Bodysuits for those that don’t know, snap together at the crotch area. So she has to pull it over her gut as well as between her ass cheeks to snap it. This is VERY hard work for her, and I was amazed she got it on. She was so excited to get to the place and could not choose choose between three burgers she wanted, so she ordered two of them. Everyone else uncomfortably noticed of course. They also noticed she was spilling out of her clothes and had enough rolls to start a bakery. Her button was straining. This was before the food came, mind you. Also note, these are the same friends that tried to get her a gym membership for Christmas, if you remember that story. The food came and she dug in while everyone else talked and caught up. She got a peanut butter and bacon burger, and a burger that was a half pound and injected in the middle with cheese. She ate both and drank a lot, losing more and more of her shame and inhibitions and went all in on eating how she normally does at home without a second thought. It’s always crazy now to see the worlds blend together where she cannot control herself in public. One of her friends told her “the burger isn’t going anywhere” half jokingly, which didn’t phase my gf from shoving as much into her mouth at once. By the time everyone finished their food, she was plastered and stuffed. She was glassy eyed, and her mouth and chins were covered in cheese, beef, peanut butter and who knows what else. I went to go to the bar to get more drinks and when I got back she was in the bathroom, and her friend was gone too. They came out about 10 minutes later and my gf was beet red in the face and sweating, both from embarrassment and straining. I asked what happened, and she said her bodysuit had snapped open under her jeans from her stomach being tight as a drum. She knew I was at the bar so she had to ask her friend to help snap it back closed in the bathroom. I got rock hard knowing that her poor friend had to deal with the Herculean task of pulling her snaps closed by yanking the back of the shirt through her giant ass cheeks and having to stare at her monstrous stretch-marked stomach. There is no way in hell her friend was not HORRIFIED at what she saw. You’ll recall this has also happened before at a party where she overate. She’s even fatter now. Her friend did not talk to her once again that night. After a few more drinks, my gf asked the table if anybody was going to get another burger, as if having multiple dinners is normal. Everyone, disgusted with secondhand embarrassment said no, but encouraged her to do whatever she wanted. (Nice!) With no more fear of embarrassment left, she ordered the third burger she wanted, a beef, egg and cheese breakfast themed one on french toast buns. A few people left before she finished. I took her home and she begged me to stop for a double cheeseburger on the way home “to help her prevent a hangover.” I obliged even though I was slightly shocked. The first photo is from the restaurant, the second is home with her double cheeseburger and her bodysuit completely unsnapped. I don’t think we will be invited out for a long time.