Growing bf 2.9.2024

Feb 10 - Food diary

It's Saturday so we make plans to visit a new Mexican restaurant nearby for lunch.
Is he really going to eat after all the melted cheese croissandwiches he had earlier? They were so rich and fatty. In any case, I can't wait to see him bloat with margaritas. He can't resist a good 2-4-1 margarita special. Not to mention alcohol makes him eat more.
As we are seated at the booth, he has to push the table to my side because his girth now occupies more space, and his belly doesn't fit. I notice him struggling to fit, and it's cute. I blush in my appreciation.
He complains that the booths are made smaller nowadays; seemingly oblivious to his expansion.
We get a pitcher of margaritas, but it's 2-4-1 so they bring 2 pitchers.
The amount of food he orders blows my mind. We get a mountain of loaded nachos to share, but I know he will eat most of it; and he does with almost a pitcher of margaritas.
Then the enchiladas arrive accompanied by rice and refried beans. He orders a beef burrito that's the size of my forearm and he finishes that as well. I ordered a birria pizza and he eats what I don't finish. We also get some sizzling fajitas on the side, which he finishes.
After eating all this, he leans back to unbuckle his belt because it's digging into his stomach. What a hot sight that is, as he lets loose his stuffed stomach sipping on the rest of the margaritas. Now he has made space to stuff himself even more.
Every time we come here, I always look at the dessert menu eyeing their most decadent dessert: fried ice cream. This time he orders one for me and one for himself.
I like the ice cream, but to be honest it's quite a large portion. I watch in stunned lust as he finishes his and what's left of mine. Fuck that's so hot.
When we get in the car, he has to undo his pants because he's visibly  rounder and his belly groans under all the calories consumed. He lets out a sigh of relief as his belly spills onto his lap. His stomach is so huge now that it reaches the steering wheel. It's so hard to resist touching it. I want to feel how full he is. I want to feel his stretched skin and the hardness of his stuffed stomach. I want to play with his belly running my hand on it; feeling him moan in pleasure as I caress what he's done to himself. But I resist, I don't know why.