Big fat energy

chapter 2

One day the craving for chocolate turtles got so intense I couldn't help myself. I actually left the house to buy some, with the intent to buy every box the store had. That ended up being 10 boxes. Not too shabby.
As I took the cart to check out, I ran into a friend from high school. He was a tall, tan, fair haired fellow named Dan. He looked me up and down, squinting.
"Did you put on weight, Paul?"
Most people would lie or try to cover it up, but I was too proud. I stuck my gut out, trying to look even bigger. His eyes were all over me, looking kind of shocked. Well, maybe not shocked, but there was an element of surprise. Then he noticed the cart full of candy. I saw him look at my belly with wide eyes. I pretended not to notice, going through the checkout line without a word. Once I paid, I went outside and waited for Dan. I packed all the turtles into the car, wishing I could go ahead and eat them in the parking lot. And that's what I did. Of course, Dan took too long, probably reeling and talking to the cashier about me. The thought of that pushed me more, so I sat in the car chowing on chocolate turtles for a few minutes. The chewiness of the caramel and the crunch of the pecans. It was heavenly. I was only going to have a couple, but I'd eaten about half the box in no time. I was enjoying myself, practically having an orgasm with each crunch of the pecans. It was interrupted, Dan standing right outside my car, staring at me. I was covered in chocolate, licking it off my fingers.
"You need help, Paul."
I stared at him. Help? Medical help for being chubby, or help eating the turtles? Because I didn't want help for either. I was perfectly content, ready to go home and eat 100 chocolate turtles. He squinted at me again, giving me the same look my mother had given me. It was concern, a little bit of disgust. If he had a problem with me, he should get a load of Brian. They should see me once I get to be his size. Or bigger. Then they'd really have something to be shocked about. I could day dream about that for hours. If Dan could have heard my thoughts, he'd really never look at me the same again. Either I could be bigger than Brian, or we could both be the fattest twins in the world. We weren't getting famous with our music, so why not try a different attempt. The idea hit me. We'd get fatter for money.
I left, leaving Dan confused and maybe a little scared. On the way home, I stopped and ordered 40 chicken nuggets and some fries from McDonalds. I hadn't had their nuggets in so long. Just the smell alone was making me nostalgic. And hungry. All through the drive home I held back, not wanting to spoil myself just yet. Back in my driveway though, I let the eating commence, just by having one bite. That one bite turned into a whole box of nuggets gone. I didn't care. I continued stuffing myself even as I tried to run to the house. Running did no good. I was out of breath in 2 seconds flat and carrying all the food didn't help. I laid everything out on the coffee table, and the real stuffing began.