Chapter 4

I was him start to eat like there was no tomorrow. He went for the hamburgers first, taking huge bites and hardly chewing the food. Ketchup and mustard dripping from his mouth, into his abs. Grease covering his lips and cheeks, as he finished eating the first hamburger and took another one. In an attempt to eat and breathe he started to snort slightly. "That’s right piggy, enjoy your food. But don't worry, there is plenty more food, so you wont be hungry." After finishing the hamburgers took a slice of pizza and ate it slowly, almost enjoying it. He drank the grease dripping from the point and licked the pepperoni. He did that just with the first slice; he ate the others faster, like in an eating contest. When he finished the first pizza, I could see that he was already stuffed; he was breathing heavily with his mouth open. He had truly made a mess of himself. Pepperoni slices were on his torso, and in his face had a mix of grease, ketchup and cheese. She decided that it was enough, and ordered him to rub his belly to make himself feel better while she cleaned the table and hided the rest of the food. She left one pizza slice outside.

When everything was clean she order him to go wash his face and torso; and to put on his shirt again. He did it and then sited back on the chair. She told him to start eating the pizza slice, slowly. And then told him “what a nice piggy you are, this is going to be really fun. You’re filling out nicely pig”. She saw him stop chewing the pizza trying to remember what just happened. “It’s something wrong Dante?” she asked “Why I’m eating pizza? And where did it come from?” She quickly invented a story “Well, you said you were hungry and went to take two pizza slices from the fridge, you just ate one, look here Is the proof” she said lifting his too tight shirt and showing him the overstuffed belly.

And with just seeing it, he started to feel it. “Oh god. I’m so full. What was I thinking eating that pizza? But it was just one slice. Why do I feel like if I had eaten the whole thing? Ugh”. He said, rubbing his extended stomach. “You’re right you look so stuffed, like a turkey on thanksgiving”. She teased him “Maybe you want to keep an eye on what you eat or you will start to get fat. By the way, how much do you weight?” He was enjoying his rubbing his belly so much, that it took him a few minutes to realize that she had make him a question. “Ugh. What? Oh, I weight 178 pounds of pure muscle.” And another 3 of pure food; I thought to myself. “Well, it seems that you need to rest. Do you want me to help you to move to the living room?” she asked knowing already de answer. He looked at her, and then at his belly, and suddenly felt ashamed that she was looking at his big fat belly. He pulled his shirt down as much as he could, and found that there was a small part of his underbelly showing of. “N-no thanks, I can move myself. I’m no fat guy, so weak that he can’t even get up alone” he said pulling himself up and trying to balance his body. When she saw him it was hard no to laugh. He looked like a pregnant woman with 5 months. And he was waddling a little.

He made it to the couch and fell heavily on it, so strong in fact, that he let out a big fart. She couldn’t help it anymore and started to laugh “Dante that’s disgusting! “. She said laughing from the kitchen. If she had seen his face, she could have seen how red it was “What was that? Was because of the pizza? God I have to stop eating like that” he thought. He laughed nervously “hehe. Yes, sorry I guess”. And then he turned on the TV. “Hey Dante I’m going to work out at the basement a little bit, it’s that ok with you?” she yelled at him from the basement door. “Uh? Oh yes, no problem. You have plenty of fat to burn. Good luck.” Yes and you have plenty of fat to gain.