chapter 21

The next morning, Malcolm ate his usual cereal, with the whole cream jersey milk instead of the semiskimmed rubbish and packed up the leftover Chinese for his lunch. His cereal tasted much nicer with the creamy milk on it and better still with the tablespoon of sugar he added to it. He was sure that was substantial enough to see him through until lunchtime, but he packed up a few biscuits, crisps and chocolate bars just in case.
He ended up buying a couple of blueberry muffins to eat on the train. He didn't need them, but travelling on the tube was boring. There was no scenery except the walls of the tunnel, although the commuters still looked out the window as if they could see something. No one spoke, despite it being the same people getting the same train every day.
Malcolm avoided doing any actual work all morning. He looked busy. He sharpened his pencils, he rearranged his drawer, so that he could stash some snacks in there. He made several trips to the water fountain, even though he did not want to drink, just to avoid reading his post and his emails.
By lunchtime, he had stealthily eaten his leftover Chinese and was ready to see what the canteen could offer.
He had lasagne and chips. A real carb overload, but he ate it with gusto, followed by jam rolypoly and custard.
He could feel his stomach was overloaded. It was sticking right out in a way he had never seen it before. He had to go to the toilet to admire it better. Once he was alone, he lifted his shirt and loosened his trouser flies. His belly launched forwards, glad if the space! It certainly felt more comfortable having his belly out. He rubbed the sensitive, stretched skin. Immediately he felt aroused, but he heard someone else coming in. Reality hit him. He had to return to work and pretend everything was normal.
He pulled up his trouser zip, but fastening the button too was too much. He left his shirt untucked to hide the unfastened button and his enlarged belly.
He returned to his desk, trying to act as he usually did, but not actually doing any work. He shuffled bits of paper, doodled on his blotter, drank fizzy full sugar, full caffeine Coke and sneaked a few snacks.
He snacked on the way home and then had another very large binge that night.

Malcolm was completely unaware of the extent of his overeating. He usually got though between 2,000 to 2,500 calories a day. Now he was getting though more than double that every single day.
As well as that, most of his calories were not in the form of healthy proteins, or fresh fruit and veg loaded with essential vitamins and minerals. The food he was eating was high in fat, high in carbohydrates and high in sugar. The more he ate, it seemed, the more he wanted to eat!

Jennifer was extremely pleased with his progress when she saw him in Friday in the dungeon. He felt half starved, deprived of food all day, so that he could be completely stuffed full!
He'd gained a stone in a week. That was one and a half stones heavier than a fortnight ago when he had first met Jennifer.
His work trousers and work shirt were both very tight now, especially around his middle. He'd started wearing a vest under his shirt because the buttons on it gaped and his flesh could be seen underneath. He didn't know how he would manage next week.
Tonight he was wearing just a tee shirt and a pair of stretchy jogging bottoms, but he thought they must have shrunk in the wash since he'd last worn them because the bottom of his tee shirt would not stay down and his trousers kept rolling down.
Already, Malcolm's body was starting to change.
Jennifer pointed out his face was a bit fuller, his ribs were covered, the flesh over his chest was notably looser. And then there was his belly. She pointed out how much rounder even his empty belly was, and look at those silvery red stretch marks. He'd definitely been working hard! He was on his way to being a fatty! She slapped his bare bum with a wooden paddle. Malcolm was not alarmed as he felt the sting of the slap. It was just playful goof fun!
He pushed his belly out in the mirror in front of him. He arched his back to make himself look as big as possible and patted his belly. He imagined himself much bigger, with thunder thighs that rubbed together and droopy breasts. There was only one way get get that big and that was to eat. His empty stomach groaned to agree with that statement.
It was time to eat!

Jennifer gave him a jug of her enriched milk shake. He drank it down keenly. There followed a second jug, then a third... and a fourth... until Malcolm's belly was stuffed full and round like a football. He could feel his stomach pressing up on his ribs, making him feel breathless. It was pressed out so fat that his skin felt stretched taut. This was only the beginning.
Every hour, Malcolm had to drink another litre of the shake until bedtime. As soon as his belly softened, it was filled up with more.
He held, supported, touched and rubbed to no avail. There was no comfortable place to sit. Bill tried to help, rubbing oil into his over stretched skin to ease the pain.
Jennifer just watched and smiled at his discomfort. If he complained, she would give him even more to drink. He would soon be pleading for mercy!

Malcolm only received some relief when he was allowed to go to bed and sleep.
The next day, he had to drink until his belly was stretched to it's absolute limit, then he had to drink more every hour until bedtime. The whole day passed in a semiconscious daze halfway between pain and pleasure.
Most of Sunday was the same. That was until five o'clock when he was allowed to go home.
Bill felt sorry for him. Poor Malcolm had been through torture that weekend. The least he could do was give him a lift home! The guy was so full he could hardly walk for goodness sake!
Bill had another surprise for him too, a new suit, and two new shirts in a larger size for work, plus a new pair of stretch jogging bottoms and two tee shirts two sizes bigger. He would be needing them soon enough!