chapter 7

Brandon woke up to the smell of food. He could see light peeking in from behind the heavy curtains. It was morning and Meadow had been on a breakfast run.

He looked down at himself and saw exactly what he expected. The once-loose shirt had been pushed up by his growing belly. He sat up, able to move as much as he wanted as long as his intent was not to leave.

He was shocked by the alien feeling of his belly overlapping his waistband and resting on his thighs.

Meadow walked towards him and Brandon ushered up every ounce of self control that he possessed. He didn't care what spell she'd put on him. He didn't need to eat anything.

His mouth watered as she placed the bulging paper bag next to him.

"Dig in," she said with a wry smile.

He fought the urge but it was useless. Within seconds he was tearing into the bag and unwrapping the first breakfast item.

If he couldn't stop himself, Brandon was at least going to try his hardest to stay conscious of his actions.

The first bite of the McMuffin was heaven. It was something he'd never made a habit of eating; mostly because he didn't get up early enough but also partly because he had tried to eat relatively healthily before this whole ordeal.

Brandon finished the McMuffin with ease and moved on until the next, all whilst Meadow watched him. He tried to ignore her as he revelled in the food, enjoying each, greasy mouthful.

He tried not to linger on the feeling of freedom that was overtaking him as he ate. He couldn't control himself. There was nothing he could do but eat. So he did. He ate and ate, completely free of guilt.

After the third McMuffin, Brandon shoved his hand into the bag and pulled out four hashbrowns. He ate them quickly, trying to ignore the feeling of fullness that was creeping up on him.

At the bottom of the bag were two large containers. He opened them to find the Big Breakfast he'd always wanted to try. Brandon wasn't sure how they were both going to fit inside of him but he knew he was going to eat them any way.

He dug into them with a plastic fork, delighting at the mix of sweet and savoury flavors. He let his free hand roam over his swollen belly, rubbing small circles into his skin to attempt to relieve the pressure.

It felt so bizarre, like it wasn't his own body but it didn't stop him. He squeezed at the flesh covering what used to be his abs, letting his fingers sink into the soft fat. Underneath it felt firm from how full he was getting but he kept eating.

By the time Brandon's fork scraped the crumbs from the bottom of the containers, he was sure that he wouldn't have been able to get up from the bed even if the spell had been lifted.