Chapter 9 - more all day binges

Five days into Josh's imprisonment which was lightly veiled as rehab, he woke up with a clear head. The misery was gone. The worst was over. He reached over and took a long drink of his shake. Mmmm different flavour today, he could definitely taste a bit of coconut in there. He took a breath and drank some more. He places the almost empty container on the bedside cabinet and got up.
He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on his way to the bathroom. He reckoned he'd put on about a stone on weight in the last few days, maybe even more than that, looking at how big his backside was. He'd developed a softening of his torso, his muscles were more difficult to see, hidden underneath a small layer of fat.
He accepted the way he looked it was to be expected the way he had been eating. He would not be like this for long though, he told himself. This was a transition period.
He felt liquid in his belly sloshing as he walked to the bathroom. Maybe he had overdone the shake a bit this morning, but he couldn't help it, it was simply delicious!
By the time he finished with his abolutions, his shake was refilled and his clothes were laid out. A simple pair of tailored trousers and a casual, but slim fit shirt.
He Could not remember either item being as tight as they were today though. He picked up his shake and had a drink as he checked himself in the mirror. He would still pass as handsome, he told himself.
He tidied up his hair, sprayed a little cologne and headed out for breakfast.
He was looking forward to his morning feast. At no time did he stop himself. Now let's see, what would he have? Sweet or savoury? Hot or cold?
He decided on cold and sweet.
He received hot and savoury - bacon, eggs, sausages, hash browns, tomatoes, beans, black pudding, fried bread and mushrooms, with more shake. He ate it all.

Julie was not pushing him as hard as she had in the beginning. She knew he would not be as ravenous as he was in the beginning. His appetite would soon be as it ought to be, but by then the appetite stimulants in the shake would taken over.
He was drinking at least two litres of the stuff every day! It was his constant companion and it was always kept fresh.
She had kept him stuffed as much as she could for the first three days, all day. She wanted to expand his stomach and get him used to feeling full, especially when his decision making process was not as it should be. Now nearing the end of the week, it was up to him how much he ate. He could leave the breakfast bar whenever he liked, as long as he sat there, she would keep feeding him. Of course, once he was committed to a plate of food, he had to finish it!
He got through his second jumbo plate of cooked fried foods, then forced down several slices of hot toast spreads thickly with bread and jam. As he got down off the stool, his trousers and his shirt were not just tight, they were straining. He loosened them off as he relaxed on the sofa. His new belly oozed out of the gap. He sucked on his shake hardly aware he was doing it. The telly came on and he reached out for a chocolate biscuit.

Julie smiled. Soon he would be as addicted to eating too much. A meal would not be complete unless he was stuffed full! She was doing everything she could to reinforce his new eating habits. Soon he would know no different.

That night when Josh was getting ready for bed, he realised one thing. His belly was a whole lot bigger than it had been that morning. He'd not been able to do up the zip fly of his trousers since after breakfast. Now his belly was a large mound of a thing. He struggled to pull the trousers down, they were so tight, indeed, it was the only strenuous exersise he'd done all week!
Never mind, tomorrow was a new day. Tomorrow, the holiday was over, tomorrow, he would be in to eat normally and explore the gym beyond the kitchen.
But when tomorrow came, as soon as his eyes were opened , he reached for his freshly made shake and had a drink. Already, his healthy eating plans were ruined. He was hungry , he decided when he was in the shower and the shake started to work it's magic. Healthy eating could wait another day, but today, he was going to have one last binge, one last splurge out before he started taking control.
He chose his clothing more carefully. If he was going to eat all day, he wanted to be comfortable. He put on a pair of track suit bottoms and a tee shirt. He checked himself out in the mirror. He was not used to seeing himself so bloated! He pushed his belly out as far as it would go. He was surprised at how much it would expand outwards. By the time he went to bed tonight, he would be this size. He would not be able to hold himself in. He lifted the tee shirt, patted his belly fondly as if it was a drum and blew his cheeks out. Is this what he would look like if he got fat?
He didn't ponder on the thought because his stomach started grumbling. It was time for breakfast!

Julie and Ruby did not need to give him much encouragement that day. They just had to make sure he had something to eat within reach all day, as well as his omnipresent shake. He ate like the greedily, to the point where he could not stuff anything else inside him. Then he'd have a little rest and stuff some more. That was the pattern for the day.
Ruby had never thought it possible that one person could consume so much. She had doubted Julie's methods, but there he was lifting there with a huge globe of a belly lying on top of him.
"I think we can safely reshoot our solo shots tomorrow" said Julie. "Make some phone calls, I want him ready after lunch."

On his way to bed, Josh admired his heavy bulbous belly. Wow! He had certainly packed it full today! Just look at the size of it! It was much bigger than he thought it was going to be. It was hard as a rock, with the skin stretched tight. He patted it like he had this morning. It did not sound hollow any more that was for sure. Every little corner was packed tightly, filled to the maximum. He stroked his round appendage. He found it rather sensual. He even felt his old man spring to life! It was a long time since he'd had any action. He was always so busy, yet now he was standing to attention. What was that about? He rubbed his sensitive belly again and his old man twitched again. Did he actually like being fat?
Well, he'd not had a week of laziness and gluttony. The acute stage of his withdrawal was over. It was time to get back into shape. He have his enormous football belly one last hug and said goodbye. It would never be as big as that ever again.