Fat Forward

Choices

Several weeks had passed since Owen's decision to stay neutral about his weight. The freedom that came with being noncommittal felt truly liberating, and he had made sure to try and enjoy every moment of it. In all honesty, he didn't feel as though he made any truly drastic changes. He had ordered delivery more than a few times, would have two pints of ice cream instead of one, and had drank more soda than he could ever remember; but this was really nothing he assured himself.

The ring of the doorbell brought him out of his thoughts and he quickly made his way downstairs to pick up what he ordered from the local Thai restaurant. As he made his way back to his apartment and placed the food down on the coffee table he couldn't help but feel excited at what was to come.

"Okay, so...Pad Thai with extra chicken, two orders of cream cheese wontons, and a large Thai iced tea." He spoke quietly to himself as he opened each of the containers and took the lid off of his tea.

Admittedly, there had been a bit of momentary guilt at the extra food and drink in the previous weeks. Now, however, Owen only looked on hungrily with no second thoughts.

Grabbing one wonton in each hand, he proceed to eat both in quick succession before beginning  to fork big portions of the Pad Thai into his mouth. The combination of the noodles, spices, and chicken tasted so good that Owen tried to shove even more in at once. He was so caught up in eating that he hadn't noticed some of the sauce running down his chin and on to his shirt.

Only after taking a moment to pick up his tea did he half-heartedly wipe his chin with the back of his hand. Looking down at his stained shirt, Owen simply shrugged before chugging a bit of his drink. He waited for a burp and was admittedly disappointed when one failed to follow his drink chug. Not wanting to waste more time he managed to shove a whole wonton in his mouth and a second one before the first was finished.

As he returned to shoveling in Pad Thai, a loud grumble from his stomach caused Owen to pause briefly.

Ugh, fuck. I'm going too fast I thi...

His own thoughts were caught off by the huge burp he let out. Almost instinctually, he grabbed his stomach and shook it slightly before switching to rubbing circles. He had recently discovered that a little shake and rubs would help somewhat settle his stomach and allow him to continue eating.

Maybe I should stop though...

He stared down at the Pad Thai, of which over half was now gone, and the remaining eight wontons and half-full drink. While he could eat the rest for leftovers the next day, it all looked so good; and he was still hungry.

Without much deliberation, the next two wontons were quickly eaten and the rest of the Pad Thai finished.

Owen slapped his now visibly swollen gut and gave a burp in response. He felt more than full, though he really didn't want to waste the remaining drink and wontons.

He slowly picked one up and chewed it thoughtfully.

If I keep eating like this, I'll go way past 177lbs...

He thought about his prior decision to do what he wanted, but knew that his mind often wandered to seeing those numbers light up on the scale.

You just want that right now!

What if you don't want it later?

You could lose the weight then.

A bit of back and forth came again, but Owen silenced his thoughts by shoving another two wontons in his mouth. He eyed the final bit of food and quickly demolished it before not even hesitating to chug the rest of his tea.

This time he was met with an enormous burp and began rubbing his stomach as he stared down at how incredibly bloated he was.

You fat fuck...

Rather than stating this with venom, the words were instead meant endearingly.

Owen couldn't help but give out a small laugh as he continued to rub his growing gut.