chapter 8 - the final challenge!

Being a lifelong fat man I had very few experiences flying. The usual airline experience being what it was I was more inclined to jog somewhere than fly. However coming out of the elevator and onto the rooftop of the high rise my off was in I couldn't help but be impressed by the experience. Douglas recruited his bodyguard to help support and push my substantial mass into the chopper. The seating includes a long bench seat in the back and two smaller Individual seats running along the length of the craft. Douglas climbed into one and his bodyguard the other, his assistant looking offended at the idea of losing her seat to an enormous man blob I made a point of rubbing my belly along as much of the cummerbund as I could reach while they closed the rear doors and then giving her the finger while she gagged and we lifted off. I was certainly going to enjoy myself this evening and putting up with an egotistical walking eating disorder wasn't on the menu.

We landed at a helipad in Marina del Rey and with some careful unloading my fat ass made the short jaunt to the car Doug had arranged and I again took time to catch my breath after the exhausting walk. The car has an extended wheelbase with a custom rear seat. Doug knew many of his friends benefited from as much room as allowed and had it configured with suicide doors to make getting in and out easier.

Getting out of the car was a bit more cumbersome than getting into it once we’d arrived. My ass had fit so nicely into the back of it, it appeared to be stuck in for a moment. After quite a lot of pulling on behalf of Douglas and his driver, and my own roommate pushing my mass from the other side I was able to get out of the car. The walk into the ice cream parlour was as strenuous as before but felt a bit better as I got settled into one of the booth bench seats against the wall. They had closed

The terms were agreed upon while we waited on the various foods to arrive. I could start on whichever item I wanted, and if needed switch to other items. I had no maximum time limit as long as I ate and swallowed with no longer pause that 3 minutes and I had to eat every item myself with no one else’s help other than to move it within my reach. Douglas and his driver moved 5 tables in front of my booth bench seat to hold each meal. I asked to have the Big Jimmy’s Sundae put out in advance to melt for easy drinking, that part would go down a lot easier than a shake and would make a good break. The meals were delivered in little time, the chronic burrito El Gordo Supremo came first, followed up by the wing place’s Big Bird Special being laid out in front of me. Sam and Dave dropped off the Fat Dave’s Meat Mountain and said they’d stick around to cheer me on. I opted to dig into that first and had it nearly complete by the time the Giant NY was delivered by a very bemused delivery driver. I had propped my feet up on individual chairs and was eating off my table like belly and chest, quite a sight to the uninitiated like him I’d imagine. My new dress shirt was in ruins already with BBQ sauce and gravy but I figured it was being sacrificed in pursuit of maybe the best challenge of my life. I wasn’t reckless like I had been at their restaurant. My spoonfuls were modest but with a decent pace. I didn’t want to over exert myself, I had a lot of food to go in as my eyes told me. Four tables left and I had no idea if it were really possible to pull of this much of a Mr. Crestote impersonation. Best I could think of, maybe taking a few hours would give me time to digest part of the meal and make room for the rest without tearing my damn stomach open without the wafer-thin mint. I ate the plate in around 20 minutes total, far faster than I was expecting though I was admittedly starved when starting it. Given the rather large amount of potato in my belly already I was a little unsure of what to move on to. After a moment I asked for the El Gordo Supremo and grunted as the 5Lb slab of delicious pork and chicken was dropped on my blubber. I moved slowly through it, chewing and loving the swirl of Mexican flavors in every bite. Midway through I asked what drinks they had here and was glad to hear they had a coffee bar. I knew as much eating as I’d need to do I’d probably be exhausted by the physical effort. My lard was made through lazy shake chugging, not all this EATING. I had a sweetened hot coffee dropped off and knocked back a good amount to help get through the salt and spices of the burrito without the gas of a soda to bloat up my belly from. Finishing my way through the mass of meat and other deliciousness I could feel my gut telling me it was getting to a happy place which was no good, I still had three more to go! I really would need to slow things down, take advantage of the three minute limit between bites with those chicken wings and mozzarella sticks I got for sides. I rubbed my stomach after they lifted the plate off my chest, it was pretty apparent I already had eaten a ton with my buttons across the upper portion of my torso spreading apart given my stomach had nearly 10 pounds of food in it already. It felt so good to have so much food in me, fat in me, to be me! I was happy with myself in a way I’m sure would make little sense to most people, to feel so… enormous! I welcomed the chicken and savored the wings, not stuffing myself but rather taking the time to enjoy the savory and spicy flavor of the deep fried chicken in its sauces. Taking a minute or so per wing I’m sure it was probably obvious what I was trying to do but hey, can’t blame a guy for needing a little time to eat as much as I was asked to. I still felt like I was nearly full but at the same time, it also felt like I had made some room considering the massive pile of chicken meat and fried cheese I had added to the mixing pot of my gut.

*Uuurrrp* “Three down…” I said polishing off wing number 100. I’d been eating for two hours straight now and my audience was either profoundly impressed or bored out of their mind.

Starting to feel more in control, I moved onto the pizza… figuring that I’d leave my ice cream until last… a huge shake chug was something I had down to a science by this point. Digging into the pizza I took methodical bites, a few chews and then moved onto the next bite. Again I wasn’t rushing myself, instead trying to keep a pace that wouldn’t make me feel overly full too fast to do anything about it. I ate one handed while using the other to rub my packed gut, the slow circles helping me immensely I closed my eyes and focused on eating and rubbing. Time started to get away from me at this point, I was in a haze of stuffed bliss and not looking at the pizza slices that were loaded onto the plate resting on my chest but blindly eating them was helping my resolve to eat, but making me drift off a bit. Still I dutifully ate, bite, chew, chew, gulp, and bite again. I wondered if this would be the first of many times I’d be fed like this if I couldn’t finish, eating all day in a haze like this felt so good it hardly sounded like a punishment… but is that what would happen? I pictured Doug instead standing over me with a tube with some straps on it, my hands bound. I was helpless as he hooked me in and turned it on, pump feeding from a 55 Gallon drum of my favorite high calorie shakes and fast! Feeling my gut packed hard I throbbed at the thought of what this would do to me, closing my eyes again I opened them to see… so much more of me! My vision was blurred on all sides by fatten folds on my face and most of what I could see was my body spreading across whatever bed I was on and I could feel the underside of my titanic gut rubbing on the carpet where it pooled off of the foot of the bed. I could move my hands but as I tried lifting them and failed I heard a loud

“Julian!!”

I blinked… and again… my roommate was standing over me and was probably the source of the shout that had apparently woken me up from my slumber…

“Julian, take a bite! You fell asleep there for two minutes, you’re almost disqualified!”

I complied quickly and ate with haste but I was exhausted. Looking at the clock I had been going at the pizza for more than half an hour and eating for closing in on 3 hours had worn me out. I could barely keep my eyes open and I still had a few slices left of pizza to go. I went back to chewing in a mindless repetition again, every bite still so delicious eating it like this seemed to be a disservice. I wondered if I won if I could have 2 of these delivered at a time for me to snack on happily at a time. Picturing myself sitting in a remodeled home office, circular desk to keep my circumference unhindered and seated on a dual post ultra-wide chair I could see myself eating with one hand while working across 4 monitors. My belly hung just inches off the floor and was wrapped in what must have been a custom order polo given my inability to find clothes already. My current roommate came in and collected the serving tray as I dropped the remains of a final piece of fried chicken into and told the larger me that the “fuel tank” was refilled and my grateful thanks through a belch and reached for a hand-piece attached to a hose that came out of a hole in the top of the desk. I wondered what it was for a moment until the larger me stuck it in his mouth and a familiar white drink started pouring through it. My eyes rolled back in my head as my sausage casing arms rubbed some of my dozen foot circumference from ecstasy. More…. I needed to be like this I thought before I was shocked awake again with a loud yell from my compatriot.

“J! Keep eating dude!”

I had fallen asleep again but quickly took a bite… not much pizza left now but my mind was on these fantasies I kept having. I took more bites but couldn’t keep my eyes open… I was so stuffed, so tired…