Massive gut

Chapter 4 - june 14, 2015

"Two-hundred fucking fifty pounds."


"That's it?" Achin asked.


"I'd like to see you do better. And what about those 'plans' you had and Mars had for me? I thought you guys wanted to help get me bigger. We're working on it. We finally got approval from them. It'll be done by the end of the month."


"It better."


"Go for another round at the buffet."


"Aight."


***


Burgers were already lined up at his usual spot. Barry already knew he was coming. He came every day, why would today be any different. He devoured the burgers lined up and awaited his friend's arrival. He soon came with another wagon filled with food. It contained more food than the wagon had on the first day. Not by much, but it was still a considerable upgrade. Nothing Armando wanted to complain about. He finished up the wagon's contents.


"So fucking delicious," Armando moaned.


"No cursing in my restaurant. I finally got a reputation to build up," he sai.d He paused; "I guess I can make an exception for you." He started to chuckle. What a good man, Armando thought.


***


"Mars, the plan is still in the works right?"

"Achin, they had whatever we wanted to install there since ten years ago."


"No fucking way!"


"I'm not fucking around. It's there. This university used to be filled with people like Armando."


"Sweet. That saves us a lot of money."


"I kinda wanna test it out..."


"Go ahead. You won't be surpassing Armando's weight if that's what you're thinking."


"Hell nah. He's got that too fucking obese department covered."


"There's no harm in trying."


"Fuck you man," Mars started to laugh.


"Fuck you too," Achin winked.


***


Connor walked through Main Street. "Now where did they say it would be opening... End of Main Street... right?" Only one thing to do in this scenario. Check. Find out. He walked all the way down mainstreet. Admiring the skyscrapers, the aroma of coffee mixed in with pollution. Disgusting, yet refreshing. Just like home, he thought. He thought about his family. His sister. A minute older than him. Fucking unfair. His mother. So sweet. So kind. So understanding. Loyal. But she also had her share of a feisty side. Completely like his sister. His father. Loving. Kind... Fat. Wait... He wasn't that big. He never watched what he ate. He never cared about his size, nor did anyone else. Was he fat? It's been a long time since he's seen his family. It could be something he just made up. But no, he remembers distinctly that his father never cared about his size. In fact, he probably liked it since he was that big. Is this the same reason why Armando wants to gain weight? he thought. Probably. He can't think of anything else. There it is. "Main Street Feast: Open July 15-September 30. Must weigh at least 200 pounds to enter. Stay hungry." It was open July 15, not June 15. Mars, that fucking *** made me walk all the way here for nothing. Fucking hell. Connor thought. Oh well, at least I know it's here.