Chapter 2 - 2. first month strain

Pat lay in bed the next morning disappointed in himself. He'd done the math and Pagie had to have averaged gaining about 11 pounds a day in her year. Climbing out of bed he felt no different but was a little happier when he saw the scale read 198. He'd gained three pounds from one meal! He left the bathroom and was pleasantly surprised to see Jim walking in with a monstrous stack of pancakes and bacon. Patrick happily gets back into bed and starts his way through the spread. Stuffed senseless he falls back asleep until lunch where he repeats the process at lunch eating through the leftover lasagna and then a gigantic pile of chicken strips and fries. After his dinner that night of a quantity of meatloaf and mashed potatoes that should have fed a family Patrick feels more confident and the scale the next morning was a lot more encouraging showing an 8-pound gain. Pat could feel the layer of additional softness today, he's really gaining! Inspired, he tackles the days food with intensity since he's got 363 days left to really get fat.

The first week ended with Patrick at 253 pounds. Day after day he'd eaten himself 8 pounds bigger and felt great. His midsection had a respectable starter gut and couldn't wear a single garment from the week before having rapidly gone up several sizes. He was reduced to a couple pairs of identical grey cotton shirts and shorts Jim had bought in an increasing range of sizes. Pat was enjoying going commando more with every pound gained. He generated more heat moving around than before and as his thighs grew began rubbing together more with each passing day. Jim fawned over his new love handles and had become quite the encourager always keeping food in front of his man and pushing him to keep eating. Day after day rolled by in a feeding frenzy, Pat ate each meal like it had been his first in days, constantly cramming more in building capacity. By the end of his first month on Corpulex Pat was proud of the 317 pound readout on the scale, he wasn't hitting the average yet but his daily gains seemed to be going up. The couple celebrated by buying a few gallons of ice cream and letting it melt, Patrick traded in his 3xl shorts for last month's regular Large enjoying the skintight feeling for what would come next. His record was 1.5 gallons a few days previous but he knew he could beat it. He chugged the first container easily and the second was only slower to chew a few bit of strawberry. Pat had a pause before finishing the third... brain freeze! But after a moment recovered and finished, he was distended for sure but Jim rubbed his gut and tiled the last to his lips, Patrick closed his eyes to focus on drinking and the thought of Pagie and other multiton men and women, he had so much more to eat! His eyes opened and he snatched the container tilting it higher to pour the rest down faster. Belching mightily, he shook his gut and moaned... 2 gallons down!