Meaty petey

Chapter 2 - part two - introduction

The man next to Takumi was angry; he could feel it. The way that man ate was the way no one should. It was truly terrible. He ate with rage. He ate with anger. He ate with sadness.


"Is something wrong?" Takumi asked.


The man grunted and continued to eat with such angst. Takumi decided to leave him be; he should come back to his senses soon. Food calms the soul. It's a supplementary for your well being. When you're stressed out, have a slice of cake. Wanna just be lazy? Have some popcorn. Wanna be a ***er who does nothing all day but eat. Go ahead. That's what Takumi did. He practically lived in this store. It got all he need. Why ever leave?


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"I don't know if I should eat any more, Suzy. I'm getting pretty fat. I'm pushing 400," Slack said.


"You don't make any sense, silly!" Suzy said. "You're only 400 pounds. How are you anywhere near fat?"


"Hmm..." That intrigued him. "In that case, I think i need a few more cakes before lunch."


"Already ahead of you," she said as she went over and handed Slack a whole cake. One of the heaviest cakes he's ever held, but that only made it better. He stuffed his face and made sure to lick, much, and scrape every last piece of the cake before his next.


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"I don't think I've said this yet, but since the last month, you've gotten much fatter. Tryna beat your ol' man?" He stuffed a burger in his face.


"I got no intentions of beating you... yet."


"Ah, I don't think you're fit to bear the title of 'Biggest Man in the House'," he laughed. "What will your mother say?"


"Uh, I think she'll reward me with the buffet she grants you every night," he chuckled. "I'll get you treatment that you receive from her during dinner."


"Keep dreaming, Ben."


"I will," He said as stuffed his face with gelato.


A chunky man with a camera around his neck walked in. He was definitely not nearly as big as anyone in Meaty Petey, but he still had a little bit of girth on him. He was somewhat below average for a twenty year old man, standing at 5 feet 7 inches; he probably weighed around 170. He was all-around chucky; his fat was spread out nice and evenly too; it wasn't highly concentrated in one area. It moderately spread across; however, his ass always did seem to be a little too tight in his pants. "Asuma, Ben. Less talking, more eating. I need you guys plump and bloated for the photo session." The cameraman added a little more food onto the table which was already jampacked with dozens of burgers, hot dogs, and sweets.


"Give us a break, Mr. Ezio," Ben snickered. "We've been eating the whole day for your 'precious' photoshoot." He patted his belly. "As you can see, from the amount of food I'm eating, I've gained way too much weight. My belly practically pushed itself out of my shirt. Not to mention the sides of my ass have ripped out of their jeans..."


"You've been in the same clothes for the past couple weeks, Ben. I wasn't born yesterday." He paused. "And I know you like this."


"You got me there," he laughed. "Up the food we have here. I can't stand looking at such a diminutive amount of food in my presence." He devoured another hamburger followed by a hot dog.