Chapter 6 - 5 - 2

After the first day Jake knew he had made a waistline-altering mistake. It was late in the day, and with a signoff to his seven viewers Jake grimaced as he saw his last snack waiting for him. The last of his four daily snacks, this twelve pack of jumbo fried oreos mocked him with it’s blatant disregard of healthy standards. At over two thousand calories by itself, Jake tried to ignore just how many he had already put down that day as he got to his feet. When he shifted forward the weight of his previous three meals and snacks made themselves felt. His stomach clutched painfully, rousing a bile tinged belch from deep in his chest. Jaked slapped both his palms to his middle, the movement already having pushed up his shirt, and puffed as he rubbed away the discomfort. His stomach growled angrily for a minute, but after a few more belches the pressure was bearable. The microwave signaled Jake his treats were ready, and he got to work.

“Shout out to Chomp Subs for these tasty treats!” Jake said, doing his best to sound cheery, though he didn’t think he was very convincing. Eating all day had been far more taxing than he ever imagined, and now he really just wanted to lie down.

‘After another stomach busting stuffing of junk...’ Jake thought mirthfully. He grabbed at the distended mass at his middle, trying to will more room into the stretched out organ. To Jake’s dismay, each and every meal had been as massive as he had feared, including the snacks. Jake had woken up early to allow himself as much digestion time as possible, but even with an extra hour he was still full by the time breakfast started. With ten viewers watching Jake had glued on a smile and forced a breakfast burrito down one laboured bite at a time. He was in discomfort bordering on pain when he had finished, but he managed to get it all down. Having to pay back his contract because of a few missed bites was Jake’s absolute nightmare. Jake played his games terribly as he tried to digest, but at this rate he could care less about his on screen performance, he just wanted to get through this. With his hand trembling, Jake grabbed the first oreo.

The thing that stood out immediately was how comically large each was. Forget double stuffed, these looked almost to the size of a hockey puck! Each was covered in mounds of dough, fried, and practically taunted Jake with how full he already was. Jake shoved the whole thing in his mouth at once, he quickly learned it was easiest for him to get food down this way, and began to much. The good news was the oreo was delicious. Crispy and sweet, it was surprisingly enjoyable after a full day of stuffing. That was, until Jake swallowed. The sugary sludge went down like liquid concrete, meeting an already packed stomach. Jake wanted to get this over with as fast as possible and shoved another one in, then another, chewing furiously and pushing past the raging discomfort. He groaned with each oreo, feeling it bloat up and swell his belly further and further. By the last he swore his skin felt tight. When he finally finished Jake looked at the clock, dismayed it was past midnight.

“I gotta be able to get all this down faster, or I‘ll be sleep deprived as well as stuffing my face!”

Feeling like he might pop any second, Jake turned off his computer and lurched toward the bed. A moan escaped him as he felt his stomach slosh on impact. Jake lay there well past 3AM rubbing his distended belly, rousing up the occasional belch. The clock was about to hit 4 when he was able to drag his bloated form to the bathroom, at first not believing the ball he had put under his shirt was really him.

With an emotion approaching curiosity Jake lifted his undershirt. Underneath, his stomach had rounded out, yet was hard to the touch. With how tight his skin was it almost looked like someone had glued half a basketball to his waist. Jake prodded the mass with his index finger, but immediately wished he hadn’t as a grumbling protest broke the silence. Jake’s eyes shot open as a windy fart followed, though being alone he didn’t know why he was embarrassed exactly. He supposed it was just so unlike himself, both to overeat this much and to pass wind without restraint. Jake’s stomach growled a protest against its recent abuse, and he put a hand to it. The skin felt hot to the touch.

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have any choice...” Jake mumbled. He thought about how stuffed he had been when he had first started eating the pizzas. At its worst it had felt like he had swallowed a bucket of lead, and that had only been three nights a week. This was every weekday, all day, and his next snack was in four short hours. Jake grimaced and rubbed at the bloat, mentally preparing for what was to come. He had a lot of meals to go, and there was no going back now.