Chapter 3 - iii.

The Munchies laughed like a live studio audience, enjoying Ben's gluttonous and greedy display. A few rushed to his aid, some lifting and some pushing, in an effort to get the bigger, bloated Ben into a sitting position.

"He's looking plump and quite well-fed! I think it's time we get him to bed!" Doodle declared as the Munchies encircled Ben, who was lazily flopping about on the kitchen floor, trying to find purchase to rise. The Munchies surrounding him slid their hands beneath his bulk and prepared to raise him upward.

"Now when I tell you, lift and heave! It's time we put our piggy boy to sleep!" Doodle ordered. "Now!"

And with that, the Munchies raised a sleepy, moaning, bloated Ben above their heads. They carried him down the hall to his bed and gently eased him onto the mattress.

Another fart purred from Ben's softer rear as he drifted off to sleep, the carbs and calories overworking his body into a coma.

"Rest now, Ben. Don't you stress. We have something we must confess!" Doodle whispered as the other Munchies filed out of the bedroom, on their way to create more meals.

"We are here for one reason: someone you loved has committed treason!" Doodle grinned as Ben's sleeping brow furrowed.

"You tried to feed her and make her bigger. We're the bullet, but you're the trigger! She wants you to learn your lesson, so she booked us for a few more sessions!" Doodle petted Ben's sleeping head as he seranated him with a tale of revenge. "So this is why we're making you fatter! You broke her heart, in fact it shattered..."

Doodle giggled and slid out of the bedroom, pulling the door shut behind him. "But it'll work out, don't you worry. We're not in any sort of hurry..."

Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz Bzzz The alarm went off at 7 a.m. as Ben quickly flung a flabby arm to hit the snooze button. Even on his days off, Ben would usually lay in bed for a few more minutes before getting up and doing chores. For today however, it wasn't until a little before 11 that he began groaning out of his slumber.

"Uuuuggghhh.... my head," Ben complained as the inside of his head throbbed. He rested a plump arm over his eyes before sighing and tossing the bed covers aside. Ben looked down to his body as his slight double chin bunched up. His eyes glanced at his body as he clearly picked up something was wrong. He had a nice plump set of man breasts resting on his chest as they rose and fell with every breath. His flabby arms were plump and rested on his sides. His belly bloated out above him along to the sides as he lifted an arm and rested his hand on it, feeling its girth. Underneath, two thick thighs held the bulbous buttocks that rested on the mattress as he look his form over. Ben looked over and saw ripped clothing set on the floor next to the bed.

"This isn't right..." Ben said as he tried to figure out what was going on. Ben rubbed his eyes with his curled plump fingers as he tried to remember the events last night. Ben wasn't one who slept in the nude, yet here he was naked in the bed. And whose clothes were these? All torn and half the size of his usual wear. "Ohhh, I gotta stop drinking so much,” he whined as he heaved himself to a sitting position. He swung his legs off the bed and leaned back before gaining momentum to stand. A muffled fart escaped his rear with all the motion as he paid it no mind. Ben opened his closet and scratched an itch on his right butt cheek before dressing his hefty form. Boxer, socks, sweatpants, and a loose T-shirt should be fine for his day off.

Ben then heard clanging in the kitchen. "H-Hello?" Ben asked as he looked back to the smaller torn outfit. He slowly peeked down the hall as he saw no one in the home. "Is someone there?" he asked as a collection of faint giggling could be heard from the kitchen. "Who's there?" Ben said ready to run as he slowly entered the kitchen and saw the group of grey blobs as the memories from last night all flooded back to him.

"Hello Ben! How'd you sleep?! Hope you're hungry! It's time to eat!" the Munchies sang in unison as they bounded around the kitchen.

The table was covered with a substantial breakfast spread: sausages, bacon, eggs both scrambled and fried, piles of hashbrowns, a large serving bowl of oatmeal, and a pint of milk sitting next to a large milk pitcher. Two Munchies carefully hauled a large pan of biscuits and muffins to the table, pushing aside a plate of pigs-in-a-blanket and sliding the breakfast pastries in place.

While Ben was distracted by the breakfast banquet and all the Munchies working to prepare it, other Munchies took him by the hand and guided him over to his seat at the table. They poked his fresh chub and giggled at how soft it was.

"Looks like you're getting a little thick!" one Munchie observed as they pulled him towards the table.

"We need to fill you up real quick!" the other added.

Meanwhile, Doodle was preparing waffles with a waffle iron they seemed to have produced themselves. There was a minimalist cartoon pig face getting imprinted on each off the waffles as they cooked. Doodle added his latest waffle onto a nearby stack, making it eight waffles tall.

Another Munchie cut a large chunk of butter and plopped it onto the center of the top waffle, while two more Munchies assisted each other in lifting a pitcher of syrup as they drenched the waffles in additional calories. Once the waffles were completely covered in rich, dark syrup and streaks of golden, melted butter, two more Munchies, slightly larger than the ones on the counter, took the plate and hefted it over towards the table as other Munchies cleared away empty plates, some servings getting combined in order to free up real estate.

"No need to wait! Dive right in! To let it waste would be a sin!" the Munchies chanted as a few were beginning to gather around Ben excitedly.

"Wait, no... stop." Ben stuttered as he pulled his arms away from the Munchies grasp. He looked at all the spread of food on the table, along with a much more sturdier chair replacing the old one. "I remember now, you were here last night. I ate all that food and..." he looked down and placed both his hands on his bulging belly, feeling the weight of it all as it became all too real for him. "I'm fat! You guys made me fatter!" he exclaimed as it all rushed back to him. Unknown to him right now, a lot of the Munchies stopped what they were doing and gathered around him, mostly gathered at both entryways of the kitchen as if to prevent any sort of escape.

"I... I think you guys need to leave." Ben gulped as he looked around the room. "I can't eat all this stuff anymore or I'm gonna grow into a whale. I'm already so big, what will people even think of me?" He wondered aloud.

Suddenly, a comforting hand was petting the back of Ben's head. "There, there, Ben. It's okay! You shouldn't worry about how much you weigh," Doodle whispered sweetly into Ben's ear as he balanced atop another Munchie.

The other Munchies watching intently all nodded with a chorus of "Mm-hmm!" as Ben slowly moved closer to the chair, other Munchies closing in behind him to usher him in the right direction in concert with Doodle's subtle influence.

Ben hadn't even noticed Doodle approach. The Munchies seemed to be able to appear and disappear at will, showing up anywhere they wanted at any moment. And they used this skill quite efficiently. But Ben wasn't started or scared. There was an inexplicable trust that Ben could sense coming from Doodle's kind eyes.

A Munchie picked up a sausage link from a bed of scrambled eggs and carried it over to Doodle, who took it and brought it under Ben's nose.

"Come on, Ben. Just grow bigger. We only want to improve your figure," Doodle cooed as he dangled the sausage by Ben's now fuller face.

Ben's lower lip trembled as the scent of the warm food hit his nostrils. Ben slowly opened his mouth and leaned forward as Doodle placed the sausage into his mouth. The gathering Munchies cheered and clapped as Ben chewed and swallowed it whole. "I'll... I'll only eat a little," Ben tried reasoning not to the Munchies but more to himself, convincing himself that it would be fine and the little boogers meant him no harm.

Ben took hold of the fork and pierced a few slabs of bacon before moving the fork in his mouth and wrapping his lips around the utensil and sliding the meat off of it. He grabbed the glass of milk and soothed his tongue with the liquid, setting it back down as a nearby Munchie topped off the glass again even though it wasn't even near empty. The comforting talk from Doodle and the encouragement of the Munchies felt familiar to him somehow, when a faint memory came back to him.

"Who cares how much you weigh?" Ben's voice echoed in his mind as he remembered his plump ex. "As long as you're happy and healthy it shouldn't matter right?" He remembered how much weight she gained as he chewed on some of the scrambled eggs. "So...um." Ben started as he swallowed the previous bite. "Why are you Munchie guys here?" he asked. "Why are you offering me all this food?"

"We were summoned by someone close! Someone who wants to see you grow!" some Munchies sang.

"It's quite a process to bring us here! Fattening you is a goal they must hold dear!" other Munchies explained as they cleared and filled plates and rearranged others to bring them closer to Ben.

His chewing was beginning to flag so Doodle glanced at some Munchies by the milk pitcher. They looked back at him and nodded as they hefted the milk and navigated it through the minefield of rich, filling foods. Ben swallowed his bite as they approached and came out of a daze just in time to see the full pitcher coming at him, carried by Munchies. Before he could protest, a funnel was stuck into his mouth by a Munchie that had been waiting on Ben's shoulder.