Chapter 3 - dream and reality blend together

That night, Mike's sleep was once again filled with dreams of food. Lots of food. Before this, he could occasionally remember snippets of his dreams. Now, they were so vivid...so realistic...that he remembered everything.

As his alarm went off, Mike opened his eyes. He looked at the clock. It was 6:15. Instead of feeling tired, he felt happy...and full. He felt as if he had been eating for hours. No, days. He laid there for a few minutes, his mind replaying his dreams.

He saw himself at a table. The table was piled with his favorite foods. Even food that he had loved as a kid. It was all there. Spaghetti and meatballs. Mashed potatoes. Fried chicken. Beef chop suey. Even foods he did not remember having tried before. But now he did. In his dream, he tried everything. As soon as one dish was empty, Kat would remove it and....

"Kat," he said as he sat up. "Was she in my dreams last night? Or am I putting her there now?"

As he tried to figure out that mystery, his mind began replaying the dream again. It was all so vivid. Even now, he could taste the food. His mouth began to water as he watched it replay in his mind's eye. He could see and TASTE the food. He could feel himself getting full. But the food did not stop. Neither did he.

Over the sounds of the clinking plates he could hear her voice. Kat. The person responsible for his feast.

"Very good, Mr Mike," she said, putting another loaded plate in front of him. "Glad to see you like all of the food I bring you. Glad to watch you eat like good boy."

He smiled and rubbed his stomach. Not only in his dream but in reality as well. He wanted to be a good boy. No, he needed to be a good boy. For Kat. So he ate everything she put in front of him.


Once again, his alarm went off. He slowly turned his head and looked. It was almost 7:30 now. He had been dozing and dreaming for over an hour. He had to get a move on if he didn't want to be late.

He turned and climbed out of his bed. As he stood up, his belly bounced a little. In his mind, Mike knew that his belly was bigger. But, the euphoria from his dream clouded his thoughts. Or...it made him feel like his belly should be bigger. He could almost hear Kat's voice.

"It will get bigger and bigger, Mr Mike. Just like we want it to be."