Chapter 3

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The next morning, they celebrated by going out to breakfast at their favourite diner. Mark ordered the Lumberjack Breakfast, a platter consisting of two eggs any style, bacon, sausage, home fries, baked beans and four slices of toast. He astonished not only himself by cleaning the whole plate.

“I don’t know where you put all that,” said the waitress in admiration. “A skinny thing like you. Suppose you’re one of those people who can eat anything without gaining an ounce.” She sighed.

“Oh, I guess it’ll catch up to me sooner or later,” said Mark. He heard Amy stifle a snicker and refused to catch her eye.

She drove home so Mark could cradle his bloated belly.

He recovered enough to eat supper, delicious spinach salad with sweet potato soup and biscuits fresh from the oven. He ended up stuffed for the second time in one day.

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The weeks rolled by and Mark continued to push his appetite to the limit, with Amy’s help. He soon found that his pants were pushed to the limit, as well. He had to replace all his 32 inch pants with 34s. There was a little roll at his waist now that didn’t go away even when he stood up. He poked it and patted it frequently, fascinated by his expanding flesh.

“You know,” he said one day to Amy, “I’m starting to remind myself of my Uncle Pete.”

“Pete? Is he the biologist or the one who lives in-”

“No, neither. Pete- he was my favorite uncle. He always had a story or a joke for me, he could do magic tricks, he gave me candy. You know how some adults just have time for kids, in a way that most people don’t? Pete was like that. He always had time for me.”

Mark smiled.

“He had a great big belly, too, like Santa, only younger. I remember one time I told my mom I wanted a belly like Pete’s. She was so mad! Huh. I’d forgotten all about that.”

He paused. Amy put a hand on his arm.

“What happened?” she asked.

“A car accident,” said Mark simply. “It was winter, icy. I was seven. I didn’t really understand… He was a rancher, Pete was. I remember his great big shiny belt buckles, slung under his great big belly.”

Amy kissed him on the cheek.

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Mark continued to eat, with frequent sexy stuffing sessions, and was soon trying on 36 inch pants and extra large t-shirts. He could scarcely believe he’d gone from medium to an extra large man in only six months! There was a scale in the change room and Mark idly stepped on it. The last time he’d been weighed, he’d clocked in at 152 pounds. The numbers ticked up…. And up… Mark leaned over to see 212 written in red. 212 pounds! That was enormous!

Mark smiled and patted his gut. This was only the beginning.