Chapter 4 - iv.

The Munchies worked together to raise the pitcher up and tilt it towards the funnel. White liquid splashed into the inverted cone and drained directly into Ben's mouth, his throat pulsating as he struggled to gulp it all down, his eyes wide.

Doodle patted the side of Ben's head as Ben struggled to suck down all the calories. He gently comforted Ben. "Don't concern yourself with who to thank. She'll reveal herself when you're gained enough weight!"

The Munchies all giggled excitedly.

Ben gagged and gargled as the funnel forced the milk to flow down over his tongue and down the throat to enter the belly. Ben sat there and squirmed in his seat as a few of the Munchies held his arms straight down while his body leaned back in the seat while chugging down the milk. The milk was cold and gave a sort of cooling state towards the alert parts of his mind. It almost felt as if the milk flowed out of the stomach and into his nerves, pulsating all around his body. The pitcher soon flowed the last drops down the hatch as pulses of air could be heard from the opening of the funnel.

The Munchies pulled the funnel out as Ben opened his mouth wide and took in the air. He placed his hands on each side of the roundish ball of gut that hung from him. His mouth formed a circle as he panted from the ordeal. He could actually feel the liquid mix and churn from inside him. Then the same gaseous pressure began building up. The bubbles of air slid down the tubes inside him as he clenched his butt cheeks to hold it in, but Doodle was soon right beside him, whispering in his ear.

"C'mon Ben, let it loose. Let it flow from your caboose. Don't be ashamed of that joyous sound, that proves you're growing soft and round." As if on command, Ben relaxed the muscles in his ass cheeks and he felt the invisible barrier open as the gas flowed to the room and into the surrounding air around him. The stench lingers on as Ben squints his face from the smell, knowing he can't escape due to how engorged he is. "That's it, let it all out. It's how your hunger speaks and shout. Get used to eating and breaking wind, dash any hopes of staying slim." It was as if Doodle's calming words were taking an effect on Ben, opening the mental vents inside him and letting the gas pour through, as if he couldn't control the muscles in his butt cheeks anymore. Some of which collected and combined inside letting his ass roar a wailing load of gas from beneath.

The stench of the farts reached its way back into Ben through his nostrils. He felt his stomach twitch and churn inside as it begged for more food. But he already ate so much the previous night... "Your body breaks down all that milk your drank, and stores the chemicals like a bank. It turns to pheromones you produce, which release into a gas when you let it loose. Once you sit there and breathe it in, the hunger of the Munchies builds within. So go on, eat what we've set on these plates, you already know the food here tastes great." Doodle giggled to himself as Ben unconsciously licked his lips. As this strange farting sensation went on the other Munchies were busy refilling the glass of milk along with cutting the pancakes and waffles into tiny slices.

"Go on friend, we both know how this ends." Doodle grinned remembering all of the previous lives he and the Munchies have 'helped' as he placed a fork in Ben's hands and closed his fingers. "Your willpower is so easy to bend, when you get trapped in a lazy lifestyle trend." Ben leaned over and pierced the fork into one of the many end slices of the waffle tower, collecting four pieces in one go as he lifted it to his mouth and slid the whole collection past his lips.

"Atta boy! Look at you go! Keep it up! Eat and grow!" the Munchies championed as Ben ate.

His plump and puckered lips gyrated between his bulging cheeks as morsel after morsel was ground by his greedy teeth. Omelets filled with ham and cheese, calorie-drenched waffles, thick and soggy pancakes, sausage patties and sausage links, fluffy scrambled eggs mixed with spinach and mushrooms, all of it and more were chewed up and eaten by Ben's busy mouth.

Ben's belly rolled over the waistband of his sweats as he swallowed more and more substantial bites. His shirt constricted him slightly, conforming more to his increasingly bulbous form.

Gnashing and chewing and gulping and burping and gasping and farting; Ben's hunger had taken over and anything he did was only to serve it.

Soon, Ben was leaning back in his chair and panting heavily. He was surrounded by Munchies, all patting him on the shoulder and lightly on the belly, making sounds of approval from behind their pleased smiles. Ben held his breath for a moment before another tremendous explosion of gas erupted from his fuller ass. It poured from him with a mournful bellow, stretching for moments before tapering off.

The Munchies cheered Ben's display of absolute gluttony and he couldn't help but blush.

"Way to go! You've made us proud! We can't believe you're already this loud!" the Munchies rhymed, playfully covering their ears and some even fanning their noses.

"Breakfast is over! You've done so well! Now it's time to relax and swell!" Doodle sang as his subordinate Munchies squeezed their hands around Ben's butt and back and prepared to lift him.

"Wait, put me down...right now..." an exhausted Ben attempted to protest.

"Come on, Ben! Don't be a grouch! We're only taking you to the couch!" Doodle explained.

"All you should do, is just relax. And we'll bring you all your favorite snacks!" another Munchie declared.

The group of Munchies rolled him off the chair and held him high (Well, high for a Munchie anyway) as they formed two rows of a Ben train and heaved him over to the couch. Their steps were barely synchronized, feeling more like a beat up ride through potholes than a bullet train. Ben felt his fat rolls shake and jiggle as they moved him. His moobs slightly bouncing in rhythm, his thighs and butt quivering, his arms and chin jostling, and his belly sloshing back and forth shaking up the contents of his stomach like a cocktail.

"Guys... stop... slow down... You're making me...Uuuurrrppp Oohhhh...uuupppp Uugghhh.." Ben groaned as he held a closed fist to his mouth and stifled another burp. The Munchies could only laugh their high pitched giggle as they slowed to a stop near the couch. A few more Munchies appeared from behind the furniture as they made a third row in between Ben and the couch. It was their own little fat mosh pit.

The Munchies on the far row rolled Ben over to the other row as the middle row helped and gathered with the first as they pushed Ben horizontal onto the couch. He plopped onto each of the cushions as the now +300 lb man rubbed his stomach. "I don't... hiccup... feel so good," Ben whined. Ben's head laid against the armrest along with one leg dangled to the ground, with his large burlap belly sinking into the gap between his legs.

A deep, rumbling fart emanated from beneath Ben's bulk, muffled by the couch cushions. The Munchies cheered, some even applauded. "There you go! That must feel better! Nobody stays too full forever!" Doodle sang to Ben as Ben lazily rubbed himself, both because it was soothing to his bloated body and because there was just so much more of him to explore.

"Don't stop now!" one Munchie shouted, noticing Ben's eyelids getting heavy.

"It's almost lunch!" another Munchie encouraged.

"There's so much more for you to Munch!" Doodle declared.

Three Munchies wobbled in from the kitchen, carrying a tray of sub sandwiches on their shoulders. More Munchies followed, each carrying armfuls of bags of chips, varying in both style and flavor.

Ben squirmed as much as his weakened state would allow as he watched more Munchies marching towards him, each bringing more treats for him to enjoy.

They placed the tray of sandwiches on the coffee table and the others began dumping bags of chips around the tray. Two Munchies grabbed a bag of BBQ chips and began pulling from opposite ends. They strained with the exertion, gritting their teeth and grunting: "hnngh."

With a POP! the bag exploded and scattered all over Ben's bulging bod. Some Munchies gathered them and brought them to Ben's mouth for him to eat. Against his better judgement, he let his lips split and his jaw droop, allowing the Munchies to push the chips into his maw.

He crunched and crunched, feeling the mesquite seasoning crackle at his tongue. With renewed vigor, Ben's eyes opened and he grabbed a handful of chips himself from the countless ones covering his body. He crunched into them and grabbed another handful, then paused a moment and let another Munchie feed him directly.

Ben was then handed a sandwich from the tray and he sank his fingers into the soft dough, licking his plump lips as Munchies continued to clean up the chips around him and sprinkling them onto the sandwich tray, or sneaking them in between sandwich bites.

Ben used only one free hand to feed himself, thankful that the sub sandwiches were sliced into easily grab-able bites. The other hand he used to rub his doughy belly, which was now mostly exposed from his tightening shirt as the fabric hugged his moobs. He swore he could almost feel himself growing fatter. It gave him time to reflect on the current situation he was facing. Even though he was unsure of what his weight was at, Ben was now past fat and growing well past the 300 pound mark and continuing to grow. The mere thought of exercise and slimming back into shape seemed like a distant fantasy...