Gamer GF, Chapter 3: A New Routine (Patreon)

Lots of weight gain, plenty of stuffing, chubby bellies, a bit of burps, a few farts and some slob

Chapter 3: A New Routine

Josh woke up around 10 AM to find Alice already awake, sprawled on the couch in yesterday's clothes. She hadn't changed. The black tank top was still stained with pizza sauce and chocolate, wrinkled and riding up slightly. The leather pleated skirt was creased from sleeping in it. Her makeup was smeared into raccoon eyes, and her pigtails had degraded into messy tangles with the ribbons barely hanging on.

She was already eating leftover pizza for breakfast, cold, straight from the box.

"Morning!" she called cheerfully when she saw him, talking around a mouthful. Her stomach was still visibly rounded from last night, not flat at all, pushing out against the top in a little dome of bloating that hadn't gone down overnight.

"You're... eating already?" Josh asked, coming down the stairs.

"I woke up hungry!" Alice took another huge bite. "Isn't that weird? I ate so much last night but I'm starving." She patted her still-distended belly. "My stomach's being stupid."

Or it stretched from all the food and now it needs more to feel full.

Josh sat down on the couch beside her. The living room was still a disaster - empty food containers, crumbs everywhere, her leather jacket still on the floor looking sad and stained.

"Want me to order more food?" he asked, testing.

"Hell yeah. What are you thinking?"

"Breakfast sandwiches? Hash browns? Maybe some pancakes?"

"All of it." Alice grinned, finishing the pizza slice. "Parents are gone, dude. We can do whatever we want. Let's just eat and watch anime all day."

She's making this too easy.

Josh ordered a massive breakfast spread while Alice queued up the next episodes. When the food arrived twenty minutes later, Alice tore into it with the same enthusiasm as last night.

Breakfast sandwiches - she ate two, cheese and egg getting on her fingers. Hash browns by the handful, leaving grease stains on her already-dirty tank top. Pancakes drenched in syrup that dripped onto her lap, landing on the leather skirt.

"Oops," Alice said, looking at the syrup spot, but she just shrugged and kept eating. "It's already messy anyway."

She was right. The skirt had pizza sauce from yesterday, and now syrup was adding to it. The leather was developing a weird sticky texture in places.

As they watched episode after episode, Alice kept eating. She'd finish one thing, then reach for another. Josh kept ordering food throughout the day - lunch arrived around 1 PM, more burgers and fries and onion rings.

"My legs are cold," Alice said around episode fourteen, looking down at her bare leg. The single thigh-high she'd kept on yesterday had fallen off at some point. "Where are my socks?"

"I think you left them around… somewhere? "

"Ugh." She bent over the armrest to check over there. Meanwhile Josh couldn't help but notice how her ass looked in that leather skirt despite everything, still perfectly round, the fabric stretched tight. Alice stood up. And and wandered off to find her thigh-highs.

After a long while came back with both of them, sitting back on the couch and pulling them on. The black fabric slid up her thighs, and Josh found himself watching despite the fact that she was covered in food stains and her makeup was destroyed.

She's somehow hot. Even like this, she's still… unfair. 

Alice settled back down, now with both thigh-highs on, and immediately put her knees up on the couch to get comfortable. Unfortunately, she knelt directly in the leftover syrup from earlier.

"Aw, dammit." She looked at her now-sticky thigh-highs. "Well, whatever."

She didn't change them. Just kept them on, syrup and all, and went back to eating onion rings.

By mid-afternoon, Alice's stomach had gone from "still bloated from last night" to "actively getting bigger." The top was riding up more, unable to stay tucked, and her belly was pushing out rounder and tighter with each passing hour.

She belched freely now, not even covering her mouth.

"Pass me the soda," Alice said, and Josh handed over one of the big bottles.

She drank directly from it, carbonation making her burp almost immediately.

Evening came. More food arrived - Chinese takeout this time. Alice attacked it with chopsticks, getting sauce on her fingers, her face, dripping onto her already-ruined top.

"This is the life," she declared, sprawled on the couch with a container of lo mein. "Just eating and watching anime and not giving a fuck. I love that my parents are gone."

She had no self-awareness. None at all. In her mind, she was still the hot, cool girlfriend - temporary mess didn't change that. She kept making flirty comments, kept posing in ways that showed off her body, kept acting like she was at peak attractiveness.

But she was covered in food. Multiple layers of stains. Her hair was a disaster. Her makeup looked like it had been applied by a drunk person and then slept in. Her clothes were disgusting.

And yet when she leaned forward to grab more food, Josh still noticed her cleavage. When she shifted to kneel on the couch, facing him to make a point about the anime, he still noticed how the skirt rode up on her thighs.

This is insane. She's a complete mess and yet… 

Alice let out a long fart, completely shameless, and burst out laughing.

"Oh my god, I'm so gross!" But she said it with delight, not embarrassment. "Good thing my parents aren't here to see this!"

She grabbed more lo mein, eating with her face close to the container, and Josh saw a piece of noodle fall onto her chest and slide down into her cleavage.

Alice didn't even notice.

They stayed up late again, watching more episodes. Alice kept snacking - leftover Chinese, some chips, more soda. Her stomach was so distended now it looked like she was pregnant, pushing out round and tight against her stained tank top.

"I'm so full," she groaned, but she kept eating anyway. "Urrrp - why do I keep eating when I'm full?"

"Because it's there?"

"Valid." She grabbed another egg roll.

Around 2 AM, they finally called it quits. Alice tried to stand and wobbled, her balance off from being overfull.

"Bed," she mumbled. "Need bed."

Josh helped her up the stairs again. Her room was a mess too - she'd barely spent any time in it, just slept and left.

Alice flopped onto her bed fully clothed again, not even bothering to take off the disgusting outfit.

"Tomorrow we're doing this again," she declared, already half-asleep. "This is the best."

And she meant what she said. From the early morning it was all gaming, anime and plenty of food. 

Her stomach was less bloated than last night but still not flat. The constant eating had left her with a permanent slight roundness that hadn't existed two days ago.

"URRRRRRRRP - oh god that felt so good." She laughed, patting her belly, which was rounding out again. "I'm getting so fat this weekend."

But she said it like a joke, like it was temporary and meaningless. Like she could just stop whenever she wanted and instantly be perfect again.

Josh noticed that her belly was indeed getting bigger. Not just bloated anymore, but actually gaining a layer of softness under the bloat. When she sat back, a small roll formed above the waistband of her skirt.

It's only the third day. That shouldn't be visible yet.

But it was. Just barely, just a hint, but definitely there. 

Evening came again. More episodes. More food. Alice was moving slower now, her stomach so full that shifting position was uncomfortable.

"I feel like a balloon," she groaned, lying back and lifting her shirt to look at her belly. It was huge - round, tight, pushing out significantly. "Look how big I got!"

But she said it with fascination, not concern. Like it was an interesting science experiment, not her actual body.

She let the shirt fall back down - or tried to, but it just rode up again over the dome of her stomach.

Josh stared at her. His girlfriend - who two days ago had looked like an anime character brought to life - now looked like a disaster. Her beautiful hair was tangled and greasy. Her makeup was smeared into unrecognizable patterns. Her carefully chosen outfit was covered in layers of food stains and smelled terrible. Her stomach was distended to the point of looking pregnant.

By the time they went to bed the living room looked like a warzone. Food containers everywhere. Stains on the couch.

Alice trudged up the stairs, one hand on her distended belly, her thigh-highs bunched and stained, her leather skirt leaving a slight sticky trail, her top basically a Jackson Pollock painting of food stains.

"Best weekend ever," she declared, falling into bed fully clothed for the third night in a row.

Josh stood in the doorway, looking at her. 

Three days. Just three days of this, and she'd gone from anime character to disaster. And she loved every second of it.

Alice stopped in the bedroom door and paused, turning to face him.

"You're staring again," she said, that familiar smirk on her greasy, makeup-smeared face.

"I'm not."

"You are. What exactly are you staring at, Josh? My boobs? My thighs? My ass? Or… me, the cute mess I am right now? Am I not the hottest girl you've ever touched?"

Everything. Nothing. I don't know anymore.

"You should probably shower," he managed.

"Probably." She didn't move. Just looked at him with those brown eyes, still bright despite the raccoon mask of smeared makeup around them. "But I'm too comfortable like this. Too lazy."

She reached down and adjusted her thigh-highs - pulling up the left one that had started to slide down, the sticky fabric making a soft sound against her skin.

And somehow, that simple gesture - her fingers hooking into the top of the thigh-high, pulling it up her thigh, the black fabric contrasting with pale skin - made Josh's body respond in a way that felt deeply wrong but impossible to ignore.

Alice noticed. Her eyes flicked down, then back up to his face, and that smirk widened.

"Oh my god," she said, delighted. "Are you serious - right now? Like this?"

Josh's face burned. "I'm going to bed."

"No you're not." Alice pushed off from the doorframe and walked toward him, her movements slow and deliberate despite the obvious discomfort of her overfull stomach.

"Yeah," Josh admitted quietly.

"That's so weird." But she said it with fascination, not judgment. She stepped even closer, and now her belly - round and distended, pushing out against her stained tank top - was almost touching him. "Want to test how into it you are?"

Josh's mouth went dry. "What?"

"Come on. Let's see if you're actually into disaster-me or if you're just confused because it's dark and you haven't gotten laid in a while." She grabbed his hand and placed it on her stomach.

It was tight, warm, bloated firm under his palm. He could feel it pressing out, could feel how full she was.

"I'm so bloated right now," Alice said, watching his face. "Like, painfully full. I ate way too much today. I look pregnant."

Josh couldn't form words. His hand was on her belly, feeling the tightness, the roundness, the slight give underneath where softness was starting to form under the bloat.

This is insane. I'm touching her food baby and I'm turned on by it.

"Look at me." She lifted her tank top higher, showing off the full extent of her distended stomach.

And he looked.

At her beautiful face adorned with the chaotic mascara of grease, spread randomly yet almost artistically in its crude display. The messy clothes. Her body, that distended belly pressing against his own, hips fitting just right under his palms. 

She was indeed a disaster, undeniably. Yet completely unbothered. 

Was it because she felt comfortable around me? Because she didn’t care? Or because she’s just so damn confident and enjoys being the walking contrast, watching me squirm?

As she watched him think and process the unexpected closeness with this trademark smug expression of hers, she leaned forward. Slowly but inevitably. Enough for him to say a stupid comment. And when he didn’t…

She kissed him.

Her lips tasted like grease and sauce, and her breath wasn't great, but Josh found himself kissing back anyway, his hands still on her bloated stomach.

Alice stayed slumped against him for a moment longer, then pulled back with a mischievous look in her smeared, raccoon-eyed face.

"You know what?" she said. "We should probably move this somewhere more comfortable. Bedroom?"

"Yeah, your bedroom is probably cleaner."

"Buuuut… my bedroom is also upstairs and I'm lazy." Alice looked around the disaster zone of a living room. "Although this is pretty gross even by current standards."

"How about the floor then?" Alice suggested, looking at the carpet. "No wait, there's crumbs everywhere. And I think that's soy sauce. Gosh, we’ll have to finally clean up tomorrow." She pointed at a dark stain. "Okay, back to the couch. We'll just... navigate around the food!"

She settled back onto his lap, and immediately had to adjust. "Ow, okay, did I just sit on your hard-"

It was a chopstick.

"How did that get there?" Alice examined it, genuinely puzzled, then tossed it aside. "Whatever. Where were we?"

She kissed him again, and Josh tried to focus, but his hand landed in something wet on the couch cushion.

"That's - I think that's sweet and sour sauce," Alice said, glancing at his hand. "Just... wipe it on me or something. You can make it sexy. Or would you like me to lick your fingers clean, hm?"

That’s so hot. Please do that!

"Ew! That sounds disgusting."

"Josh, we are literally in the middle of making out while I'm covered in two days of food and you're complaining about sauce on your hand?" She grinned. "Priorities, dude."

She had a point.

She kissed him again, more intensity now, her hands sliding down his chest to his stomach, squeezing affectionately.

"Still love that you're soft too," she murmured. "Makes me feel less bad about - urrrp - oh god, sorry."

She belched directly into the kiss!

She tried to compose herself, pressing her lips together, but another giggle escaped. And then another burp.

Josh couldn't help but laugh too. The absurdity of the situation - trying to have an intimate moment while Alice's overfull stomach kept interrupting with sound effects - was too ridiculous.

"Okay, okay, I need to calm down," Alice said, taking deep breaths. "If I laugh more I'm either going to burp again or fart and I'd really like this to stay at least somewhat conventionally sexy right now."

This contrast is sexy!

“I think it’s too late for that.”

"Good. Then I’ll play into it." Alice kissed him, slower this time, more deliberate. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, gripping for balance as she adjusted her position on his lap again.

This time she found a better angle, one where her belly wasn't pressed uncomfortably between them. She made a satisfied sound.

"There we go. That's better."

Her hands went back to exploring - his chest, his sides, his back. Josh's hands mirrored hers, feeling the soft skin of her sides, the slight new padding above her hips, the firmness of her still-bloated stomach when his hand accidentally brushed it.

"Careful," Alice warned, but she didn't stop kissing him.

They found their rhythm again, slower and more careful this time. Alice directed with small sounds and shifts of her weight, guiding without words.

At one point Josh's hand slid higher, to her chest, and Alice arched into the touch. Her tank top was still on, stiff with dried food, and she pulled back for a moment to struggle out of it. The fabric stuck slightly, crusty with old sauce, and she had to wiggle to get it over her head.

"Ugh, this is so gross," she muttered, finally pulling it free and tossing it aside. Now she was just in her bra - black, simple, somehow clean despite everything else. "Better."

She settled back onto his lap, more skin visible now. Her stomach was fully exposed - round, tight, slightly shiny with sweat. The bloating was obvious, but underneath Josh could see the soft layer starting to form.

Alice caught him looking. "Checking out my food baby?"

"It's hard not to notice."

"Fair." She patted her belly. "I look like I'm four months pregnant. It's actually impressive how much I ate." She didn't sound bothered by it. Just observational, like she was commenting on the weather.

Josh's hands went to her waist, feeling where soft met firm, and Alice hummed approvingly.

“This belly is so firm. But so wiggly-wobbly. I could bury my face in it.”

"Weird. But okay." She kissed him again, pressing closer, and this time there was clear intent. "Just so you know, if we keep going like this, I'm probably going to need to take a break at some point because my stomach is legitimately angry at me. But we can keep going until then."

"How will I know when to stop?"

"I'll probably burp really loudly or need to run to the bathroom." She grinned. "Romance."

"So romantic."

"The most romantic." Alice's hands slid lower, more purposeful now. "But seriously, I'm into this. Or into you being into this. I don’t know. It's hot anyway!"

They continued, hands exploring, finding familiar territory in unfamiliar circumstances. Alice's breathing got heavier, small sounds escaping that had nothing to do with her overfull stomach.

"Josh - " Her voice was breathy now, different. "Okay, we're definitely doing this."

"Here? On the food couch?"

"We've already committed to the mess. Might as well - urrrp - oh god, excuse me - might as well go all the way." She laughed a little. "Literally and figuratively."

She kissed him again, and this time Josh could feel the shift - from playful to serious, from teasing to wanting. Alice's hands moved with purpose now, and so did his.

Her bra came off next - Alice reaching back to unhook it without breaking the kiss, practiced and easy. She tossed it aside to join the growing pile of discarded clothing.

"Better," she murmured, pressing closer. "Much better."

Josh's hands moved across newly exposed skin, and Alice made encouraging sounds. "Yeah - like that - "

They were both breathing harder now, the playfulness giving way to genuine intensity. Alice's stomach was still uncomfortably full, but she seemed determined to ignore it, focused on the moment.

"I'm extremely full and starting to regret my life choices," Alice admitted. "But I also really want to keep going because you're being so into this and it's hot and I don't want to stop."

They continued, slower now, more mindful. Alice guided him carefully, avoiding positions that put pressure on her stomach. Her breathing was a mix of arousal and discomfort, and Josh found himself constantly checking her face for signs that it was too much.

But Alice was determined. Every time he hesitated, she'd pull him back in with a kiss or a touch, making it clear she wanted to continue.

"I'm okay," she kept saying. "I'm good. Keep going."

His hands roamed - her back, her sides, her thighs where the thigh-highs ended. Alice responded with small sounds and shifts of position, directing without words.

They managed to navigate the last of the clothing - Josh's sweatpants, Alice's underwear - without too much disruption of positions. The coordination required was complicated by the mess around them and Alice's uncomfortable fullness, but they figured it out.

"Okay," Alice said, positioned carefully. "This works. This is good. Just - slow, okay? My stomach is really delicate right now. I’ve never done it feeling like this actually. It’s oddly fun, you know?"

"Got it."

She kissed him, deep and wanting, and then they were moving together, carefully navigating around her discomfort. Alice made sounds - pleasure mixed with occasional discomfort when something pressed wrong - and kept adjusting, finding angles that worked.

It was a strange balance - intensity and caution, pleasure and awareness of her physical limitations. Alice kept directing, kept adjusting, determined to make it work despite her body's protests.

"Josh." Her breathing was ragged now. "I’m close. Just a little-"

"URRRRRRP"

A massive burp interrupted her. Right in the middle of everything.

Somehow they managed to continue through the burping and the laughter and the complete ridiculousness of the situation. Alice was determined, even as her body kept betraying her with sound effects.

She reached her peak through giggles and burps and probably the most undignified intimate moment either of them had ever experienced. Josh followed shortly after, the intensity somehow not diminished by the absurdity.

They collapsed together, both breathing hard, Alice still giggling slightly.

"That was," she started, then had to pause for another burp. "That was so weird."

And fucking hot. But why? Should I like it this much? Is this normal for everybody?

"Yeah."

Alice's smile was genuine now, not teasing. "You're so weird, Josh. But I like it." She shifted carefully, her stomach still clearly uncomfortable. "Okay, now I actually need to deal with my digestive situation because it's getting critical."

"Bathroom?"

"Immediately." She carefully extracted herself, wincing. "Ow. Okay. Moving is hard. Too full. Bad choices."

Josh watched her go - naked, bloated, thigh-highs still on, walking carefully because she was so overfull. She should have looked ridiculous.

She kind of did look ridiculous.

But she also still looked like Alice. Confident, unbothered, completely comfortable in her own skin no matter what state that skin was in.

From the bathroom, he heard another massive burp, followed by Alice's voice: "Don't judge me! This is your fault for feeding me!"

Josh looked around the disaster zone of the living room - food containers everywhere, stains on the couch, their clothes scattered around, the general smell of two days of slovenly behavior.

What have I done?

But underneath that thought was a different one:

I could keep doing this. I want to keep doing this.

And that was the most concerning thought of all.