Looking For a Certain Type

The Celebration

This time, Colt was infinitely more confident that he had gained 30 pounds in the previous month. Especially with the bar incident and other small things that pushed his belly to the absolute maximum, he thought he may have even gained more than that. When he did his first mukbang, he burst out of his jeans, splitting both outside seams and causing the button to pop off.

He discovered that mukbangs were one of his favorite things to waste time doing, simply because he got to eat huge amounts of greasy, fattening fast food and got paid for it! On Twitch, he would leave donations open and uncapped, offering to eat a certain amount for each dollar. It was surprisingly successful because some of the people watching loved seeing him get bigger with every stream, some people came for the random talking, and some people came to just watch him eat.

Jenna held his hand as they practically skipped to the bathroom to weigh him, imagining exactly how much he weighed. After taking his shirt and shorts off, he realized just how big he was getting and grinned, squeezing his belly and running his chubby hands all over his soft torso. She did the same, letting his moobs spill over the edges of her hand when she squeezed them and traced his side rolls.

"You must be at your highest weight ever," she said lovingly, putting her head on his shoulder.

"I think so!" Colt said, jiggling his gut.

Jenna kissed him on the cheek and set up the scale, leaving him to admire his fat for a minute longer.

"Oh Colt!~" she sang when the scale was ready.

"Coming!" he said.

When he got on the scale, he looked down and realized, blushing, that he couldn't see the number.

"I... I can't see the number!" he said excitedly.

She didn't even read the number, she just squealed and looked up at Colt with the most joyous expression he'd ever seen on someone.

"What? What is it?" he asked, unable to contain his excitement.

"258.3!!" she squealed, hugging her fat boyfriend.

"Wow!" he exclaimed, scooping her up and squeezing her.

"Come on, we need to celebrate!"

"How?"

"You've always wanted to really test just how much you can eat, right?"

"Yeah, I want to know just how much I can pack away,"

"Wait one second, we need the progress picture!"

Colt sat on the bed and Jenna sat next to him, trying her best to angle the camera so she could get both her and Colt's full size in the picture. She managed it, only just barely, and they flipped through the few pictures they had. Then, she had Colt stand in front of the mirror so she could take a picture to compare with the last time he was around 250.

"I think you're just a little bigger now," Jenna said, carefully comparing the two pictures.

"I think so too, look at the slight difference in my side rolls," Colt said, one of his pudgy fingers pointing at the screen.

After a few minutes of discussing, they couldn't ignore Colt's belly rumbling.

"Come on," he said, "I didn't gain 37 and a half pounds by just sitting around and talking,"

She laughed and poked his belly, giving in.

"Alright fat boy, where do you want to go?"

"I dunno," he answered, shrugging.

"I have an idea," she said, "but you'll have to bare with me on this one."

"Uh-huh?"

"Well, I know you like fast food,"