Massive gut

Chapter 2 - may 26, 2015

"Are you sure you want more?" the baker said. He had already filled out 15 boxes of cookies, doughnuts, cupcakes, and other sweets.

"Not sure..." Mars thought.

"You guys having a party?"

"Something like that... Friend of mine is hungry..."

"And he needs this much food!?"

"Nah, he'll probably only eat a box worth of stuff today. I'm concerned about the rest of the week. Last time he got excited like this, we were on a shortage of food for a week. I wanna be prepared, y'know."

"Not at all."

"Figures..."

&q uot;What's he excited about?"

"New buffet is opening in town next week. He seems pretty excited about it and I guess he wants to eat a lot there so he wants a 'warm-up'."

"Strange... "

"It's actually pretty funny."

"Is that all?"

"One more box... Two just to be safe..."

Mars got back with a shopping cart filled with the boxes of food. Armando came by and picked up a box. His shirt was much tighter on him. Looks like a large won't do anymore.

"There you are you plump fuck," Mars winked. "You owe me one."

"Yea, yea," Armando said. He stuffed a cookie in his mouth. "Pretty good."

"Glad you like it. I'm gonna go see if Terry needs any help with Chemistry. Pretty easy stuff, but he seems to be having trouble with it."

"Have fun."

More stuffing. More food. It seemed natural now. He checked his weight last night. 210. Looks like he gained much more than just 15 pounds in the span of six months. More like 40. One box down. Maybe he should eat another one, just to be safe. Yea that's a good idea. He grabbed another box.

"Can't get enough?" Achin asked.

"Gotta warm up for this buffet that's opening across the street. Gonna be their number one customer."

"Here let me help you."

He stuffed another cookie in his mouth. He started to laugh, then sat on his belly.

"My stomach isn't your pillow."

"Really?"

&q uot;Faggot," Armando laughed.

"I know," he laughed back. He stuffed another cookie in his mouth.

"I prefer feeding myself, thank you very much." He playfully pushed Achin off his belly.

"Suit yourself, fat ass," he winked.

Armando stuffed the last cookie down his throat. "Man I'm fucking full."

"Pansy."

" ;Excuse me?"

"You only eating two boxes before bed. Dude I do a few hundred squats, jumping jacks, and push ups before bed."

"Oh, so you think you're better than me?"

"Never said that," Achin winked.

Armando grabbed another box and silently began to feed himself. Achin smiled and went to his bedroom. A sudden urge swept through his veins. You should go help him out with that last box, he thought to himself. He told you that he was stuffed. Poor guy needs help. But Achin didn't turn back. He went straight to his room in the frat house. He curled up in bed and waited to hear the light in the den flick off so he could know when Armando went to sleep.
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Lights are off. Darkness. Time to sleep.