Chapter 2 - ii.

"C'mon Ben, what's the matter? You don't like what you see on the platter?" They laughed as the scent hit Ben's nostrils. It all smelt so good, but the amount of leftovers he though he would have would still be ginormous, and he hated the thought of eating microwaved meat. "Why don't you eat at your own pace, we promise this food won't go to waste. We put effort in cooking this on the grill, just eat until you've had your fill."

Ben seemed unable to take his eyes off the monumental feast. His stomach rumbles a faint noise as the task of resisting almost completely vanished from his mind. It all smelled so good, and he convinced himself he didn't need to eat all of it. He reached over and grabbed one of the thick juicy burgers and slowly took a few bites. "It's delicious," he says before digging more bites into the meal.

"Adda boy! Keep it up! We love to watch you eat and sup!" a Munchie assured Ben as it gently patted him on the back, careful not to make him choke.

"Don't hold back! Dive right in! We think you are way too thin!" another Munchie declared as it heaped another helping of fries onto the already loaded fry plate.

Ben found the burgers easier to consume, almost as if each enormous helping was merely a slider. They were gone too quickly. The Munchies all quietly celebrated as he picked up a chicken strip and dunked it into the ranch dressing.

The oven beeped and a crew of Munchies pulled the door down while one of them carefully removed a tray of cupcakes. It set them on the kitchen counter and two more smaller Munchies plucked the cupcakes from their pan and arranged them onto a plate before handing them off to another Munchie that slid them into place on the table.

Ben barely noticed as he bit into the plump chicken strip, moaning in pleasure from the overwhelming flavor.

Two random Munchies whispered to each other in the back of the kitchen. "He has potential and room to grow! How big will he get, does anyone know?"

The other Munchie smiled before answering, "The one that called us only said, she wants him unable to leave his bed!"

The two Munchies giggled as they watched Ben gorge carelessly. "We'll soon need to get a cart! He appears to be off to a good start..."

Doodle picked up a cupcake from the plate as another Munchie finished applying the creamy frosting. "Here you go, try one of these! They're an important part of any feast." He brought the cupcake to Ben's uncertain face.

"Thanks little dude," Ben said with food in his mouth as he swallow and backed away from the too friendly Munchie. He picked the held cupcake up with his thumb and middle finger as if it was something precious. He shoved the entire thing in his mouth and chewed before he went right back to the chicken strips, alternating on occasion with the fries and cupcakes. "Could I get some water maybe. I don't...urp... I think a fifth bottle of beer would be asking for too much."

He took another cupcake and ate it whole, tasting the light heavenly sweetness to it. Not too rich, but still captivating to the tongue. His eyes dimmed to a more calming state as he ate. Questions breezed through his thoughts as he ate. 'How am I not full yet?' 'Why do I crave more?' 'What is that tight feeling around my waist?'

Ben's belly was getting fuller with each piece of food sliding down his throat. The feeling of fullness began to ease and was replaced with another feeling of pressure. His waist, sides, thighs, even arms were showing the first signs of progress to a layer of softness. His belly continued to swell, but is taking on a much more doughy, wobbly shape.

"There you go!"

"You're doing great!"

"Soon you'll have a bit more weight!"

The Munchies would shout individual lines of encouragement, others picking up the thread and finishing each rhyme, as if they all worked with some sort of hive mind.

One of the smaller Munchies snuck onto Ben's lap and began fiddling with the button and fly of his pants. It was eventually able to pop the button and pulled back the zipper. A modest bulge of flab surged forth, Ben's new belly finding room to breathe. The Munchie giggled to itself before leaping to the table and picking up the last chicken strip. It dunked it in the BBQ sauce and held it out for the hand Ben wasn't using to grab fries from Fry Mountain.

Ben took the chicken tender without missing a beat, as if the Munchie had positioned it perfectly to be plucked in the middle of Ben's natural gorging rhythm.

The doorbell suddenly rang and almost immediately, four Munchies loudly exclaimed: "We'll get it!"

While he ate, not too concerned with the goings on of the Munchies, Ben barely acknowledged the same four Munchies returning into the kitchen with a stack of four large pizzas and setting them onto the cooled stove top. They popped open the lid and slid two large slices onto a plate and placed the plate in the only free spot on the table.

The other spots were taken up by the chicken strips, Fry Mountain, the pan of cupcakes, an entire chocolate cake, and a pile of buttery croissants.

gulp gulp gulp Ben tilted the large glass of ice water against his lips as he set the cup down and looked at all the food they continued to bring. "Guys please, this is just way too much. You're being too generous," Ben huffed as a Munchie pushed the three croissants closer to his reach.

"Why do you always make such a fuss, the cost of this food is all on us." They rhymed. "We said we'll take care of what you don't finish. So keep on eating as your slimness diminishes." Ben took hold on one of the loaves of bread and chewed and ate it in one setting, then another, finally the third. He grabbed the base of the glass that a Munchie refilled as he chugged on some water again.

As the feast continued in the night his thighs were thickening, hips and waist growing wider as handles spill over the sides. Even the pull of gravity felt different to him now, but Ben reasoned that with the contents of his stomach. His belly had begun to round out. His once baggy shirt indenting where his belly button is. His belly grew and began sagging lower between his split chunky legs. The desire to eat wasn't the only thing affecting his body. The mixture of meat, grease, bread, pastry, beer and the pizza he was now devouring was all sloshing inside of him. He felt a bubbling inside him and a feeling as if a large bubble just began to slide down into the roller coaster of his intestines, fast tracking to the bottom of the slide. Then suddenly, the sound exited his rear. The hustle and bustle of the kitchen came to an immediate halt as a deep, mournful fart eased out from under Ben's inflating mass.

There was a beat as Ben blushed, unsure if he should acknowledge and apologize or pretend like nothing happened. When suddenly...

"Hooray!" the Munchies exploded into jubilation, as if Ben's fart signaled a checkpoint in their long-term plan to increase his size.

His crimson blush deepend as he glanced to his new friends, smiling sheepishly knowing he shouldn't be so proud of what he had just produced, but also eager to accept the accolades for creating such an explosive and disruptive force. But when a scent not unlike milk and cheese drifted into his nose, a renewed hunger announced itself from deep within Ben with a resonating growl.

The kitchen chair squeaked a bit, as if it had suddenly entered a new zone closer to its limits; unsure how to handle its owner's swelling size.

Ben continued with the mountain of fries that now resembled a giant crater in the center from always grabbing from the top, and the beginnings of devouring the second large pizza and two more slices were tossed onto the once empty plate. His belly continues to grow in an attempt to keep up making room for more food to digest. Another fart escaped his rear, more drawn out than the first but surprising Ben all the same as he himself didn't expect it.

His belly fills, feeling it pressing up against the edge of the table as he reaches for some fries. The Munchies can easily see how well the new fatness has dispersed throughout his body. Flabby all over and no signs of stretch marks or tears. If anything, his skin looks even more silky smooth than when he started. Another one of the Munchies newly acquired 'gifts'. Ben continues with the slices of pizza and his belly almost pulsates as it grows, a warming sensation filling it whole being, then..... pppprrrruummmppptthh

Ben's navel has become deep, almost cavernous and even starts to fold at the center a bit. His belly just felt like a bottomless void that could continue to be filled comfortably. The tightness around his thighs and rear become much more intense before he feels a satisfying relief of pressure.

The relief however was not another outburst of gas, but the sound of seams splitting and fabric tearing. His thighs begin to push out against one another while his plush round globes ballooned out behind him. Soon the straining wooden chair gave its last wail as the front right leg snapped on the bottom once he finished the last slice of the third pizza, making Ben tumble to the side and hit the floor.