Overeating on Thanksgiving
Hello! It's been a while since I've been online, it's hard to keep up, it's almost been a darn year! To recap on Alex, he's been doing well, he's on the trim fit side, soft hair and nice blue-green eyes that still glisten. I love him dearly, but today could've probably been his most terrible day yet.
Alex and I arranged a Thanksgiving dinner with our friends Michael and Fredrick, (Mike and Fred). I had been making food all morning with Alex, we made many, many things. We cooked a very large turkey, wrapped in bacon and stuffed with ham, apples, and breadstuffs. Alex took out aged red wines and beers, and made lots of breads, different kinds too. The four delicious pies we had here were given to me by my grandmother, who makes them taste heavenly. The gooseberry pie is Alex's favorite, and he couldn't stop eyeing it while we were cooking. I made my famous egg potato salad and some more meats. Mike and Fred were going to pitch in different kinds of desserts, foods, and drinks with their wives.
Alex that morning told me he wouldn't eat anything, so he's been starving badly ever since we started making Thanksgiving dinner. I'm very attentive to his stomach, and I could hear churning hunger erupt from his tummy.
To me, the funny thing is he's a slender guy with a small bump of soft belly, of course him wearing hoodies and black t-shirts always concealed it and made him look remarkably thin. He's very tall too, and it wouldn't seem like he's the eater, but he can down anything he sees when he's starved.
Mike was the first to come in with Laura, they brought in candied ham and baked sweet potatoes, and some Norwegian cider, fermented juice. I helped Laura set the food down onto the table while Mike and Alex greeted each other and joked around. From my other memories, I know that Mike had a metallic stomach, since nothing could make him feel sick after eating, he is a very strong eater, and Alex is definitely the weakest at keeping everything down. Fred and Rachel came about 6 minutes later, I find them to be the cutest couple out of all of us, they were both short and cute and always tended to each other, and Rachel was also a good cook. She made some foods her mother used to make in Georgia/Europe. After the boys were done joking around, we gathered them to the table.
I immediately saw Alex's white face quiver with joy, and his eyes were shiny. He sat down in the first seat in front of the entirety of food with the boys, while me and the girls sat on the other. Rachel stood up and quietly said grace and her thanks, and we all sat down and began to eat. The first food was pumpkin soup, which was really good, and I'm proud because it was my first time making it! We all sipped it up; I eyed Alex and he took two dishes full of soup, so he really liked it. After that we brought out the carved turkey and the candied ham. As me and the girls talked about our cooking processes and were tasting all the food, Alex and the guys were stuffing themselves full with everything. All three had heaps of food on the plate, stuffing their faces harshly. Since Alex was across from me, I couldn't really see his stomach, and I bet it was distended at the time. I shook my mind away from the thought of his stomach and just told myself to wait for later.
We all continued to eat for about half an hour, with still so much food to finish. Alex took his third heaping of food and began to eat it a little slower than before. I quickly eyed Alex and the guys, and the first one to stop eating was Fred. He looked completely satisfied and buried his head into his arms, and fell asleep for a bit at the dinner table. Mike and Alex were still going at it, and as always they are both pretty competitive when it comes to food, especially on Thanksgiving. Alex suddenly stopped at his last few bites, and took a stand from the table.
"I'll be right back," he said quietly. I looked over at him walking away and he slowly went to his room and shut the door. His stomach peeked from under his dress shirt, and looked a bit bloated. I almost urged myself to go up to see what was wrong, but he came back and sat down after a few minutes.
"What was it, love?" I asked. "I was just checking my phone to see if mom and dad texted me back." he said silently with a small smile. Alex then forced himself to finish up his third plate of food. He sighed and put up a victory fist pump in front of Mike, who was definitely done and couldn't fit much in anymore. Rachel stood up and stretched and went up to sleeping Fred, and announced that dessert would commence right now. I saw Alex slump down a little bit and audibly hiccup, and saw his arm move slightly, he was probably rubbing his belly. He took a swig of wine and chugged it, I'm pretty sure he noticed me so he did that so I wouldn't be skeptical about his stomachache.
The first two pies made their way to the table, and Alex looked very uncomfortable when they did. He put his hand over his mouth, then moved it away and drank some more wine. I grew a little worried since he was overdoing it greatly, and grabbed two slices of pecan pie. He slowly fit them into his mouth and coughed a little bit while chewing, then swallowed his last few bites and put his head on his hand for a while. The other guys made their way to the living room, and their wives followed. They were getting ready to leave since they were going out somewhere together, I opted out because I had a lot of cleaning to do.
I went over to Alex, who was still at the table looking a bit woozy and red in the face, and asked him if he was okay.
"Yeah I'm fine Shiels..., just let me sit here for a little bit, ugh.. tell them I said thanks for coming." he groaned softly.
I led everyone out and said my thanks, as they took their boxes of food back into the car. Mike had a little stomachache so Laura had her arms around him leading him to their car.
"He'll be alright honey, I'll talk to you later okay?" She said to me. "Allright!" I waved watching Rachel lead Fred to the passengers seat, still sleepy and woozy from drinking.
I walked inside and it was already 7 PM. Upon entering the dining room, I saw no Alex and it looked a little bit cleaner. I felt like Alex went to his room to rest and sleep his fullness off, so I continued to clean up and throw away stuff. It was 8 PM by the time I finished washing and cleaning. I went and took a quick shower and got ready to chill with Alex and watch a movie or something. As I stepped out fresh with a towel around my hair, I heard shuffling and small moans.
I walked into Alex's dark room snd turned on the dim lights, and saw Alex under his covers in fetal position. I picked up some distended growls with my ear. I quickly went to the side of his bed and peeked at his face. He opened his eyes slowly when he heard me come in, his blue eyes were a little bit red around the corners and he had a pained look on his face. He slowly sat up and a very low belch came out of his mouth.
"E-excuse me.. sorry I think I ate way too much tonight." he said creakily.
"The thing is you didn't eat as much as last year.." I said curiously.
I peeked at his stomach, it was very round, and looked too heavy for his own body. He had one hand lying under his belly and the other on the top of it, close to his chest. There were a lot of protesting growls in his stomach, very loud and sloshy too, so I stepped into bed and put my hands around his belly. it didn't feel pudgy, but extremely hard and a little bit heated at the tip of it.
A wave of nausea hit Alex hard. "Noooo Sheila... I'm allright it'll go away soon don't touch."
I looked at him weirdly, "Are you sure?"
"No... remember when I went upstairs to check my phone?" he weakly explained.
"...yes?" I said sternly.
"Well, I went up to force that gooseberry pie into me, and I don't think that whole pie went along well with what I already had and.. urp, my stomach won't leave me alone."
I then grew a little worried, since he somehow ate five plates of food at dinner and an entire small pie. I know that cake is really thick, and it doesn't feel too wonderful when you overdo it on pastries. Alex was also a little drunk because he downed wines and beers. I dimmed the lamp lights and slipped into bed with him. I turned to his back, shoulders dotted with freckles. I put one hand under his side and one over and cupped my hands under his stomach. The churning in his belly was exhuberantly slow, and I could feel the wave on my hands. I started to press on the edge of his stomach that made the most noise so he could try to pass gas.
"Mmh.. agh.. *hic* press a little harder..." he moaned softly.
He grabbed my hand and started to press it down all around. He then began to hiccup uncontrollably, which was a collaboration of small girly sounding hiccups along with small burps, and soft moans. Alex sounded really, really sick since he stuffed way too much, and he was a little bit heated and sweating a bit. Throughout this experience I found his hiccuping cute.. he sounded like a small child when he was under a lot of pressure. He moved around a lot. At one point, he turned around and looked at my face.
His face was pale and he had a soft blush around his cheeks and nose. Around his eyes, it was a little dark and he made a very small smile at me. I looked up at him as he closed his eyes abruptly, put a hand over his mouth and hiccuped, sending his stomach to hitch since I felt it against mine and let out a painful gurgle, which made him burp loudly. I put my hands around my face and giggled inside, but at the same time I was concerned.
"Shiels I'm disgusting, I'm sorry... I feel so sick and nauseous I don't think I can sleep." he told me softly.
"It's okay baby, I'm here and you know it." I said shyly.
I lay more close to him and he slowly drifted to sleep. It was 12 PM, and his stomach was finally making some digesting sounds. I lay my head against his stomach and listened to the melody his tummy was playing. Some of the churning made Alex moan in his sleep and shuffle, and some sounded reassuring. I spent time rubbing the pit of his stomach until I suddenly heard a loud gurgle starting to go up his esophagus. He quickly awoke and I brought a trash can to his side. He started to cry while gagging, as he was burping and trying to vomit into the can but nothing would come out. He let out terrible groans and I was rubbing his back, his nausea couldn't settle after 15 minutes. I brought him seltzer and after he finished up dry heaving and letting out the bunches of burps, he took a small sip. He lay back down and stayed that way, with his hand over his stomach.
"Shiela, could you.. help out." he said as he looked away and blushed.
"Yeah sure, of course honey you're in pain. My poor baby Alex." I cooed.
I began the pressing ritual again and as he brought his hand towards the bottom of his stomach, where I felt something a little tender...
"Your hands are soft.. they're really helping me out." he giggled softly.
I blushed real hard that night, I continued to stroke his aching belly and he finally drifted off to sleep. I woke up the next morning to Alex drooling on his pillow, the guy was definitely allright. His somach still looked a bit bloated and face pale, but he looked like he survived the tough night.
And that was my lovely Thanksgiving day with my Al.