All you can eat

chapter 4

It was impossible for me to lie; as overstuffed as I was, the honest truth was that I could indeed eat more. I had truly become a genuine glutton, a big fat pig. I was insatiable!

“Yes, ma’am — *hiccup!* — I can eat more.”

“That’s what I thought,” she responded with a wink and devilish grin. “Girls! Bring out the hose!”

The army of scantily-clad waitresses returned once again, now even more scantily-clad, wearing string bikinis, their large breasts undulating and falling out of their tops. With them they brought a massive hose, twice the width of that found on a firetruck. They stuck it in my mouth and turned a large valve in the corner of the room, sending a rush of thick, fat-ladened lard down my throat.

The feeling was intense, as I began to expand at an alarming rate. The warmth of the gooey liquid spread throughout my entire body, my heart pounding in my chest as the mixture of acute abdominal distress and an enraptured excitement washed over me. Bigger and bigger, I kept growing and growing, filling up and feeling like I was going to burst.

Just when I thought I was going to explode, I felt a sudden jolt shake my entire body. It felt as though I had just fallen off the edge of a cliff and landed in my own bed. Opening my eyes, I became aware that I actually was in bed.



I threw the covers off and planted my feet on the ground. Looking down, there was my big fat belly, still nice and plump but not nearly as huge as it was in the wild dream I’d just had.

Making my way downstairs, I was greeted with the most heavenly aroma as I plodded my way into the kitchen. There before me stood a sight for sore eyes: my beautiful wife cooking me a huge breakfast.

“Good morning, sweetheart!” I heard her say. “I hope you’re hungry. I made all of your favorites” waffles, pancakes, scrambled eggs, sausage links and pork chops, home-fried potatoes and gravy.”

Now in my mind I had every intention and desire to wish my wife a good morning, to kiss her lovingly and tell her all about my crazy dream. In reality however, I found myself instantly sitting down at the table, shoveling food in my face just as fast as I could. I was scarfing everything in sight down my gullet as if I hadn’t eaten in days.

“Oh, sweetheart,” I heard my wife chuckling over the sound of my own chewing and slurping. “You are such a pig — but I do love you.”




This life we live is a strange one indeed; there are some dreams we dream that always seem to be just out of reach, and yet there are some dreams that just keep coming true everyday. I don’t always know exactly what my dreams mean, but all I do know is that I am one seriously lucky man.