chapter 2 - the second challenge

About two weeks later an unexpected package arrived at my door. The return address was from Horizon Restaurants which left me a bit puzzled until I opened it. My shirt from the Big Bird challenge had arrived! The cotton was great quality in my hands, so many plus size items were made cheaply so I could really feel the difference and the restaurant logo was well printed on it. Best of all was the canary yellow color which would ensure I was clearly visible in a crowd. The tag read 8xlt which I considered thoughtful, someone had clearly noticed my belly hanging out of the shirt I wore when I went there. The box also had an envelope which seemed thick. Opening that I received a handwritten note and some coupons. I noticed the letterhead on the paper matched the company on the return address label.

“Hello Julian,

I wanted to personally congratulate you on being the first to complete the Big Bird Challenge, I have to say when I made it I figured it was a pretty safe bet it’d be hard to beat… I was blown away when my employees told me. Here is a shirt in your size and a few coupons for you and any other guests you’d like to bring along. Hope you enjoy!

-Douglas”

The note was a nice touch, I looked up the company later that night after another trip to the Wing shop with my roommates. They liked it as much as I did and had a good laugh at the bright yellow shirt I wore. None of them were surprised by the photo of my victorious last visit on the wall, they’d been to enough places where I filled a picture frame. They had a couple of places dotted around the westside of LA, all of them a different cuisine and all of them looked fantastic! Chronic Burritos, Giant NY Pizza, The Happy Hog BBQ, and Big Jimmy’s Ice Cream Parlor and the wing place I had already been to. I resolved to stop by each of them in the near future and see if they were as good as my first experience with the brand. I patted my gut and thought about that dream I had after The Big Bird wondering what it would take to have my belly resting on the floor, might end up a reality with such good things to eat.

I ended up at the restaurant “Chronic Burritos” next, it was on the border between Santa Monica and Venice Beach, a popular place for stoners. The name I was confident was to draw them in for some munchies… a clever idea! One of my roommates was free that night and came along when I offered to drive us there. The place was right on the boardwalk and location-wise was in-between several head shops and a pot doctor’s office for getting a recommendation. Again the double doorways easily allowed my bulk into the place with no squeeze and I was blasted by AC stronger than what I set in my car… Heaven! They had a standard looking taqueria counter for assembling the food as you ordered it and everything looked great; fresh, prepared recently and the smells were delectable. I was looking at the menu for how many burritos I was going to order when I spotted a delightful sign on the wall. “Gordo Supremo” 4.5lbs of meat, 1 lb of rice and another of beans, plus enough cheese, sour cream, salsa, and guacamole to make a burrito that was 1 ft in diameter and 2 ft long! Even better it was another food challenge, if I could eat it in an hour I’d get another T-Shirt and my photo on the wall. A voice in my head said “OWN IT!” and I agreed and placed an order. Given I had wanted to try a few items I got it with 3 kinds of meat that were stacked so they’d be a good way of measuring my progress, grilled chicken, carne asada, and al pastor pork to finish off.

My roommate looked at me like I was a madman. The burrito was intense! They were nice enough to serve it wet at my request on a platter it looked like they got from a supply store meant for a pizza. Around seven whole pounds of food and I had 60 minutes to eat it in. Before the first bite I had to admit I was kind of worried but after sawing off a large hunk with the knife and fork the taste had me so excited I knew how well it’d go for me. I just worked at it with an intense rhythm. I was chewing while carving off the next forkful and after swallowing took a large gulp of air, soda or both and moved on to the next one. My roommate munched on his quesadilla and watched the spectacle as I worked up a sweat eating with such passion. I ate my way though the chicken portion in just 10 minutes, once I finished the last morsel I rubbed my paunch for a short moment before releasing a thunderous belch which got a snicker or two. Diving back into my meal I didn’t miss a beat again as I ate bite after bite of flavorful beef, tasty salsa and other divine flavors, I loved this place! Good as it was I was a little slower, by the time I had finished off the last of the carne asada and moved onto the pork I was 28 minutes through the challenge, still with a safe lead but certainly slower. As I began scarfing the last third, sweet, spicy and savory al pastor pork my roommate spoke up.

“Dude, how can you eat that?” he asked… oddly confrontational.

“What? *urrp* this parts been the best of all… I could eat one just with the al pastor.” I replied between bites and a belch.

“Nah man… I mean… how can you eat pork being a pig yourself, isn't that cannibalism?” he said, chuckling. I stopped to laugh too, he certainly had a point with how I looked. Face deep in a burrito that probably exceeded 6,000 calories burping and snorting away certainly gave a porcine impression. I thought about how much I liked this place and would order the challenge without a doubt even if they wouldn’t give it for free. I thought about what eating more of these would do to my body and my appetite if this kind of quantity became EVERY meal. Suddenly the thought of years passing went through my head. I’d waddle in with a walker and sweatpants that would be custom ordered to contain the waterbed of my paunch, only just avoiding rubbing on the double doors full width. I’d sit at this table with a chair under each asscheek… better yet 3 chairs to ensure it can handle my mass while my gut spreads as wide as the table’s surface.. I’d order two Gordos and make the picture they still had on the wall from today look positively anemic!

My lost cock furiously hard at the idea of such a spectacle I dropped the knife and fork… I needed to finish this one like a proper hog. Grabbing the 2lbs left at the end I began shoving it whole into my mouth. Taking in as much as my chubby cheeks could handle I bit and started chewing. Sauces, rice and beans splattered onto my Buffalo Wing challenge shirt. I didn’t care.. I’d pick it up and eat it off my chest when I was finished. The remainder was finished in less time than the first third. In all I had eaten the Gordito Supremo in only 35 minutes! Smiling happily through the mess on my face and shirt I posed for my victory photo, I was glad that my crotch was covered with my fat as the wet spot from my cock squirting off was starting to stick to my underbelly blubber. They gave me a shirt and I was delighted when I saw that they had the same 8XLT size in their own pot green color, I wondered if I had upped their largest stock. The next day my roommates decided to stay out of the house for the day. Lighting four scented candles could barely take the edge off on what I did in the bathroom.