Gamer GF, Chapter 5: The Second Fall (Patreon)

Chapter 5: The Second Fall

The food arrived within thirty minutes. Alice answered the door, completely unbothered by the delivery driver's double-take.

"Thanks!" she said cheerfully, taking the bags. "Have a good night!"

She kicked the door closed and brought everything to the gaming room, spreading it out on the desk between their setups.

"Alright," Alice said, opening the pizza box. "This time we're pacing ourselves. The weekend was fun but maybe just a little too excessive."

"Agreed," Josh said, though part of him was already calculating.

"I'm going to eat like a normal person. A couple slices, some wings, done." Alice took a bite of pizza, eyes still on her screen as she queued for another match. "Controlled. Mature. Not a garbage disposal."

She lasted about an hour before the "couple slices" turned into four. Then five. The wings disappeared steadily as she played, eating between matches, barely registering what she was consuming. Definitely not counting calories. 

"These wings are so good," she mumbled around a mouthful, grease on her fingers. She wiped them on her jeans without thinking - leaving a small stain on the black denim at her thigh.

Josh said nothing. Just watched as Alice kept eating, kept playing, kept being completely oblivious.

"Oh!" Alice suddenly sat up straight. "The stream is starting! We have to watch!"

"What stream?"

"That speedrunner I follow. He's doing a world record attempt tonight. We HAVE to watch." She pulled up the stream on her second monitor, immediately engrossed.

The problem was that Alice had a habit of stress-eating when watching competitive content. Every close call, every near-death in the game, every tense moment - she'd reach for food.

Josh knew this. Had seen it dozens of times.

The breadsticks disappeared during a particularly tense boss fight. Alice didn't even seem aware she was eating them, too focused on the stream.

"Come on, come on, you can do it - " she muttered, shoving another breadstick in her mouth. "YES! Oh my god that was so close!"

More grease on her fingers. More wiping on her jeans - this time on the other thigh, creating a matching stain.

The mozzarella sticks came out during the next segment. Alice pulled the tray onto her lap, eating while watching, occasionally offering commentary.

"His routing is insane. Oh god, that skip is so risky… NICE!"

Cheese from the mozzarella sticks dripped onto her jeans.

“Awh shucks. I like those jeans. But those are gamer jeans, right? They have to deal with it, ahahah!

“Hope their durability stat is high enough for the night…” Josh added.

She doesn't care. She's too focused on the stream.

An hour passed. Then two. The speedrun was long because of a bizarre challenge on top, and Alice was completely invested, which meant completely distracted from how much she was eating.

The pizza was gone. The wings were gone. The breadsticks, the mozzarella sticks, all gone.

Alice's stomach was starting to round out again, pushing against the high waist of her jeans. The crop top that had been loose and comfortable was now sitting on top of a growing curve.

"Oh man, I ate a lot," Alice said during a loading screen break, patting her stomach. "But it's fine. I'm pacing myself this time."

You’re not. You’ve already eaten as much as a normal person eats in a full day.

"You want the desserts?" Josh asked, knowing the answer.

"Not yet. Let me digest a bit." Alice stretched, and the movement made her jeans creak slightly. "These jeans are feeling kind of tight though. Weird."

Hah, weird she says!? We might need Sherlock Holmes to help us solve this mystery.

But Josh just nodded and said nothing.

The stream continued. The speedrunner was getting close to the world record pace, and Alice was on the edge of her seat - literally leaning forward, completely tense. Which created two cute rolls separated by the tight waistband. One below, bloating out the fabric. The other just above, stretching her pale skin.

She needed something to do with her hands. Needed something to manage the anxiety of watching.

Josh subtly pushed over the dessert sampler. Alice opened it and immediately started eating a chocolate lava cake, barely tasting it, too focused on the stream.

"Come on, come on, you've got this-"

When Alice shifted position to get more comfortable, Josh heard the denim strain.

"These jeans are weirdly annoying. They were always such a nice fit," Alice muttered, reaching down to unbutton them without looking away from the stream. "There, better."

The pressure released, and her belly pushed out more prominently now, rounded and full. Alice didn't seem to notice or care, too absorbed in the speedrun.

She's so distracted she unbuttoned her jeans and didn't even register it.

The desserts kept disappearing. Alice was stress-eating her way through the entire sampler, barely aware she was doing it.

"OH MY GOD HE'S ACTUALLY GOING TO DO IT-"

The speedrunner was in the final section, seconds away from a world record. Alice was practically vibrating with tension, eating faster, her hands moving between the desserts and her mouth automatically.

"YES! YES! HE DID IT! WORLD RECORD!"

Alice jumped up in excitement - and immediately had to grab her jeans to keep them from sliding down.

"Oops." She looked down and seemed to register for the first time that they were unbuttoned. "When did I-?"

She rebuttoned them with some effort, the denim straining over her distended belly. The button just barely reached the buttonhole.

"Okay, these jeans are definitely shrinking," Alice said, frowning. "Must be the wash cycle here. Different water or something."

Or you ate an elephant tonight!

But Josh said nothing again, fixated on her bloated stomach. Just watched as Alice sat back down slowly, with a groan, her jeans protesting audibly.

"That was so hype though," Alice continued, already pulling up clips from the speedrun to watch the best parts again. "Did you see all those skips? That was an insane stream."

She was still riding the high of the excitement, still buzzing with energy. Which meant she wasn't registering the physical discomfort she should be feeling.

"We should celebrate," Alice declared. "Order more food?"

More? But you just…

"You know what? That’s a brilliant idea. Let’s order some!"

"Yeah. That was like an hour ago!" Alice was already pulling up the delivery app. "Come on, let's get late-night snacks. Pizza? No wait, we had pizza. Chinese? Burgers?"

She's not even hungry. She's just excited and wants to keep the good feeling going.

"Perfect!" Alice ordered - two burgers, large loaded fries, onion rings, and chocolate milkshakes. "This is going to be amazing."

While waiting for the food, Alice went back to her game. She was energetic, talkative, riding the high of the exciting stream.

By 2 AM, Alice was finally slowing down. She'd been gaming for hours, eating on and off the whole time, and the exhaustion was catching up.

"Okay, I'm getting tired," she said, stretching. Her crop top rode up slightly, exposing more of her distended belly. The jeans were stretched tight, creating a visible line where the waistband dug in.

Josh couldn't stop staring. Those jeans - the ones that usually looked so perfect on her, showcasing every curve, sitting flat against her toned stomach - were now struggling. The denim was pulled taut over her rounded belly, the high waist creating an indentation in the soft flesh.

It was absurd. It was ridiculous. But…

It’s also incredibly hot.

"You're staring again," Alice said, glancing over at him. That familiar smirk on her face, sauce still on the corner of her mouth.

"Just admiring."

Alice's smirk widened. "You're so weird sometimes, Josh." She moved closer, positioning herself between him and his desk. "But I like it."

She kissed him - tasting like chocolate and grease and everything she'd consumed that night. Josh's hands went immediately to her waist, feeling the tight denim, the way it was straining to contain her.

Alice made a small sound against his mouth, then pulled back. "Hang on." She grabbed the remaining onion rings. "Keep going. I'm just multitasking."

"You're eating while we make out?"

"Is that a problem?" Alice took a bite of an onion ring, chewing while looking at him with challenge in her eyes.

It was absurd. Ridiculous. She was literally eating between kisses, completely shameless about it.

Josh found it incredibly arousing.

"You know what?" Alice said, breaking away to finish the onion ring. "You should feed me."

"What?"

"Come on. It’s gonna be fun." She grabbed another onion ring and held it out to him. "You feed me, then we kiss, then repeat. See how it goes."

If only she knew she’s literally giving me free ammunition.

Josh took the onion ring and held it up to her mouth. Alice bit into it, maintaining eye contact, and his body responded immediately.

She chewed, swallowed, then kissed him deeply. Her hands went to his shoulders, gripping for balance as she leaned into him.

When she pulled back, she was already reaching for more food. "Again."

Josh grabbed one of the remaining fries - loaded with cheese and bacon. He held it up and Alice ate it directly from his fingers, her lips brushing against them.

She's getting off on this too. On being fed!

Another kiss. This one was longer, more intense. Alice's tongue slid against his, tasting like salt and grease.

"More," she murmured against his mouth.

He fed her another fry. And another. Between each one, they'd kiss, Alice making small appreciative sounds that had nothing to do with the food.

His hands slid down to her hips, feeling the tight denim stretched across them. The jeans that had looked so perfect when she'd walked in were now completely different - strained, struggling, the button under visible stress.

Alice shifted, straddling his lap in the gaming chair, and the jeans protested audibly with a creak. Her belly pressed against him - firm, round, bloated tight.

She kissed him again, harder this time, and her hands started working on his shirt. "Off."

Josh pulled it over his head. Alice's hands immediately went to his chest, his stomach, squeezing appreciatively.

Josh grinned. "God, you're so into this." He kissed her again, then reached over to grab the milkshake. "You might want to wash all of that down, babe."

She drank while sitting on his lap, and Josh watched her throat work as she swallowed. When she finished, she let out another burp - this one longer.

"Urrrrrrp. oh that's better." She set the empty cup aside. "Okay, where were we? Your pants?"

Josh helped her with his belt, his jeans, until he was just in his boxers. Alice's hands roamed appreciatively, squeezing his sides, his thighs.

"Much better," she said. Then her hands went to her crop top. "This can go too."

She pulled it off, tossing it aside, leaving her in just the jeans and her bra. The contrast was stark - her bloated belly pushing out over the waistband of the jeans, the button straining visibly.

Josh's hands went to her stomach, feeling the tight, distended curve of it. Alice made a small sound - not quite pleasure, more like discomfort mixed with arousal.

"Careful with the belly," she said. "It's very full and very angry."

His hands moved to safer territory - her back, her sides, her thighs where the tight denim ended. Alice responded with increasingly breathy sounds, her movements getting more purposeful.

Alice's bra came off next. Then she was repositioning, adjusting carefully to avoid putting pressure on her too-full belly.

"This is so weird," she said, laughing slightly. "Trying to ride you while my stomach feels like it's going to explode."

"We can wait-"

"No." She kissed him firmly. "I want to. Just need to figure out the logistics."

They managed it, carefully navigating around her discomfort. Alice stayed on top, controlling the depth and angle, making sure nothing pressed on her distended middle.

"There - yeah - that works." Her breathing was getting heavier. "Just like that."

Josh's hands went to her hips, feeling the tight denim stretched across them. The jeans were still on - stained, stretched, struggling, but on. The button holding on by sheer force of will.

This is insane. She's wearing jeans during sex because neither of us wants them to come off. I love how unfit they are. She gets off on… whatever she likes about it.

Alice moved carefully, her belly jiggling slightly with the motion, her breath coming in gasps that had nothing to do with being overfull.

“Josh-” Alice began with a needy, breathy tone.

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

"URRRRRRRRP. Oh my god!”

She reached her peak through a combination of pleasure and ridiculous burping, her whole body tensing and then relaxing. Josh followed shortly after.

Alice slumped against him, breathing hard, her belly pressed uncomfortably between them.

"Okay," she said after a moment. "That was weird but good. Really good. Do you think full stomachs make for a better experience?" She shifted, wincing. "But now my stomach is actually mad at me. Like, seriously protesting."

As if to emphasize her point, another burp escaped. And then a long, unmistakable fart.

Alice froze then burst into giggles.

“My favorite jeans have been officially desecrated.”

She carefully extracted herself, wincing at the movement. Her stomach was so bloated it looked painful, pushing out prominently over the waistband of her jeans.

And then, as Alice stood up and took a deep breath, it happened.

POP

The button gave up. Just flew off, pinging across the room. The zipper immediately slid down, no longer held in place, and Alice's belly pushed out freely.

"Oh thank god," Alice sighed, her stomach expanding now that it wasn't constrained. "Those jeans were killing me."

She looked down at the now-open jeans, then at Josh. "Did you see where the button went? Can’t have my favorite jeans like… that."

You might want to start looking for new favorites. A few sizes bigger!

"I'll help you look for it tomorrow," Josh said.

"Good. Because I love these jeans." Alice stepped out of them finally, standing there in just her underwear, her belly prominently rounded and bloated. "Even if they apparently shrunk in the wash."

She genuinely believed that. That the jeans had shrunk, not that she'd gained weight and bloated herself so much they couldn't contain her anymore.

"I'm going to bed," Alice said, moving carefully toward the stairs. "And I'm never eating again. I mean it this time."

"Sure."

"I do! Tomorrow I'm eating like a normal person. Salads. Vegetables. Things that aren't deep fried."

Josh watched her go - naked except for underwear, belly so distended it looked surreal, given the rest of her silhouette.

Josh watched Alice climb the stairs slowly, one hand supporting her distended belly, moving with careful steps to avoid jostling her overfull stomach.

This belly will never be flat again.