chapter 2

As he got up from the table he should have been stuffed but he could hardly even think straight as his imagination suddenly butted in with images of a sizzling hamburger with everything ... a chocolate shake big enough to drown in ... enough pudding to fill a swimming pool ... his resistance crumbled like a cookie. He went back to his cottage which had a full kitchen that was well stocked by the company he worked for. Hungrily, he dug an unopened ½ gallon of ice cream out of the freezer and dug in. Even though he had an ice cream headache after the first few serving-spoons-full, he was lost in the flavor and texture, the wonderful feeling of fullness. As he polished off the ice cream, he mixed up two boxes of cake mix and put them on to bake, then warmed up the store bought brownies from the day before in the microwave.

As he munched on the brownies, he dug up three large German sausages that's been frozen for a while. Ripping off the cellophane, he stuffed it into the microwave and set it cooking. Meanwhile, he combined all the leftover meats in the fridge with a package of slab cheese, a jar of mayonnaise, and a loaf of bread to create a sandwich that, if Guinness ever saw it, might convince them to re-open the record books. But since he devoured the whole thing over the next half-hour, they would never know.

Even by his standards of gluttony this was way out of control.

His stomach was feeling tight and full, but he scented the cakes and puddings in the oven and his mouth began to water profusely. They were done! He stacked them one on top of the other, spreading them with butter as he went, and then munched his way down to the bottom of the pile. As he was licking the last warm bits of pudding goo from his fingers and the microwave finished with the sausage.

The familiar ecstasy that accompanied his feats of gluttony paled in comparison to the bliss that he was feeling now. Jack's desire to keep and eating and eating and never stop had become a reality. The consequences of what he was doing were starting to concern his though. He'd stuffed himself silly or eaten way too much for his own good many times before but nothing like this. He shuddered to think how much fatter he'd get if he continued to eat like this every day, imagining himself at twice his current size. His mind wandered over images of broken furniture, obliterated buffets and disbelieving stares... God he would end up being the fattest man in the whole world at this rate. Poor Jack, if only he knew that he had vastly underestimated just how fat he would eventually end up. Perhaps then he may have been able to find the willpower to stop himself...

This is wrong, he thought to himself as he struggled to pull the hot meat from the microwave. I keep eating, and I'm still hungry! It feels gooooood ... but ... I'm ... so fat ... already ... goooood ... can't ... stop ... gooood ...

The meats was good and disappeared all too quickly into his bloated belly, and he realized that if he didn't start trying to find a way to stop himself now, he might just keep eating and eating until he exploded or ran out of food! He tried to resist the warm fullness ... the sweet yumminess ... the woooonderful way it feels when the food slides down your throat and makes a warm place in your tummy ...

Got to stop eating... must ... got to ...

Got .. got to ... what? His eyes went wide as he looked at his belly, it was pushing out against his tight pants, widening the parts between the buttons slightly and pressing more snugly in to the seams of his pants. The food fell from his hand in shock as he felt the belt he had on creak loudly. He gasped in horror at the realization that he was slowly getting fatter and fatter by the second. Was this real? Were his rational thoughts being buried beneath an avalanche of hunger? It was simply all too much for him and he blacked out... exhausted.

Through his kitchen window, a woman's face appeared sporting a particularly sinister grin. The woman observed Jack sprawled out in the middle of the kitchen floor. There he was. A big, fat, gluttonous and ALWAYS HUNGRY boy who would desire to eat every piece of food put in front of him. As she came closer he saw that Jack's enormous body was covered by the remnants of one hell of a feast, his face and chest covered in chocolate, butter, cream and other bits and pieces of food. The kitchen could probably qualify as a disaster area, with all the scraps and trash spread over everything.

Even considering that he knew the effects of the chemicals in his body and the sedative she had given him, she was still a little taken aback by the sheer extent of his gluttony. Her eyes narrowed as her grin widened.

"Don't worry, my prince. You'll soon get plenty more to eat." She than ordered the van be brought up and that he be brought back to the estate. Yes she had something very special planned.