chapter 4 : the feedings

I wake up the next day in that center hut. I feel fat. Fuck... I AM fat!! I look down and realize it wasnt a dream. My belly has protruded out almost TWICE as much as it did after my buffet yesterday. I can feel the soft dough with my hands and can push in about 2 extra inches down into it before it starts to feel like pressure. What did they give me? It looks like that magic seeming substance exploded me to an extra 40 pounds over weight. What took me years to gain just doubled in one slurp.

I moan and lie on my back.

That tribesman I first met, my new friend, has peeked in the entrance, asking something. I look over at him. "...Buddy... I am alright... Just..." I look at my stomach weighing down on me, making it a little trickier to breathe. "My belly..." I look back to him and he is listening.
"Uhh... Belly" I pat my hands on the lard in front of me.
"Beh ...lee." He repeated.
"Yeah man, belly!" I smiled at him and rubbed it a tiny bit.
"Behlly!" He happily repeated and motioned at me.

I laughed a bit as he happily left and noticed the new jiggle I have. Wow... What a belly. It is bigger than it has been my whole life.

And I feel... Good?
...
...
...yes... I actually do feel good. The heaviness is quite nice. And my stomach? ...
..
...
..actually is feeling a bit hungry.

I was given some strange sweet creamy drink and chunks of fatty meats (probably from last nights events), and what I would guess to be their version of desserts - tons of palm sized, glutenous balls of many different colors, all filled with a sticky too sweet filling of many different flavours. One was rich enough. They have a damn platter stacked with these.

I start with a few and have to take a break. It was a lot of pig. i feel like I ate alot of cooked jelly pieces. Its as if I just took the fat from the pig into AND onto my body. And now the overly rich chewy morsels are making their way in, one by one. I can do this. I have to break a few times and move around to pack the desserts into my pig stuffed stomach.

Shortly after I finished I fall asleep, and woken up later with a bit of extra room and a bowl placed on me.

"Okay, I guess youre wanting me to eat"
"Belly"
"Yeah, yeah, I am actually good with that. Its really yummy, i could eat alot more of this..."

But then they brought more bowls only a couple hours later. "Oh boy... *Burp*... I dont know about this pace though". Another loud burp. I started getting food coma symptoms and lay down as i stuffed the last sugary piece into my mouth. Chew. Swallow. Burp. Jiggle. Pass out.

This continued for the rest of the day, always bringing another bowl an hour or so before I really wanted it. But I did it.

By the end of the day my soft belly became a hard ball. I felt my stomach stretching throughout the day and can feel the food pushing all angles of the insides. It feels like my stomach will have to adjust. For now it hurts and feels heavy... And dry. Yes! I will drink the pain away. I motion for drink and shake my head at the cream. They bring me that seemingly magic sludge and I laugh and shakenmy head more aggresively. Not today... Not yet... Maybe more later. Itd be good to see how that stuff works again. I am curious...

Finally they figured it out and brought me that yummy sweet boozy juice. I drank,
And drank...
And drank...
Hiccup...
And drank...

The drink filled in each crevice and stopped the food from feeling like its poking the edges, but then it felt like it was making my stomach fill out even further. I might burst...

I stopped drinking and sat up into a ball, cradling my tummy for 5 minutes...
Then that drunk feeling came.

"Ohhh, i feel good now!" I felt my face, which felt puffier, and made my way down past my developing man boobs and right to that mound of lard i was cradling. It feels good. And it is fun to play with...

*Hiccup* ... I laughed. With every hiccup my hard belly bounces up and down.

And so I continued drinking, giggling and jiggling.

After a few hours of playing with my new pudge, I realize the sun is down. And I am dizzy and drunk. Oh boy...
A few tribe members entered with a feast. Shit... This puts buffets to shame. I can barely move without any help. As I try to sit up more I hiccup and lose my balance and lay back.

They start to rub and massage my belly. Mhhh... That feels good. And one more is putting paste in my mouth. It tastes like a salty sweet butter. Must be more fat but with extra sugar.
I can't get up though. I am too incapable right now. And because theyre doing it for me, i have no choice but to swallow whatever they fill me with. There is singing as well. This feels like a ritual. Is this a feeding ritual?

... Swallow...

...Rub...

..Gurgles...

I can't think straight with the alcohol. Or maybe theyre drugging me? Regardless... I cant think well... I cant move much... I cant stop them. Its pretty nice though, since I cant feel too much else except a swimming head, fattening substances going into me bit by bit, and all those hands rubbing me...

I drift to sleep.