Chapter 2 - matter over mind

When I got home from the mall it was already 9:30 at night. I. Was able to stay out late by convincing Cassandra I had to work late. A little white lie for a grand cause. She was already in bed asleep so I able to quickly wrapped up her gift for tomorrow at the kitchen counter. I tucked it secretly away at the bottom of my dresser where she would not find it.

“Mission accomplished,” I proudly thought to myself.

With nothing left to do for the evening, I prepared for bed. I took my shower, and changed into my pajamas. I was about to slide into bed next to my beautiful girlfriend when I noticed that I left the bag from the store out on the kitchen table.

“Stupid, man. That was almost a close one.”

I grabbed the bag to throw it away when I realized that within the bag was my statue.

“How’d I forget about you, you weird little thing.”

I picked it out of the bag and stared at it once more. This man depicted was immense. So round. So wide. I couldn’t help but feel disgusted and yet, I couldn’t stop staring. I even began to rub the statue through my fingers to feel the smooth marble and roundness of this creation. I couldn’t stop caressing it. A few minutes later I snapped out my trance.

“Woah, what was that?” I was confused on what I was doing.

“Well, anyway, let me just place this on my desk and I’ll head off to bed.”

However, the moment after I left the figurine on my desk, left my office, and passed through the kitchen, my stomach startred to gurgle.

“Weird, how am I hungry, right now? I never eat this late.”

Thinking back to the day though, I realize I never had dinner. So I go into the fridge to find something light to eat before sleep. Unfortunately, everything in there was my usual healthy selection and for some reason it all looked unappealing. Instead, I went into the pantry and rummaged for the cheat snacks.

“I don’t know why, but this is all I want right now,” I said to myself as I took out a large pack of Oreo’s and poured myself a rather tall glass of milk. I sit down at the kitchen table and start enjoying my cheat meal. For whatever reason though, right after my first bite, my mind goes back to the figure. I can’t stop picturing the obese form as I take bite after bite of my snack. This imagery stays permanently there with every swallow. It won’t leave my mind. At least it didn’t until I looked down and realized I had no more Oreo’s left to consume and all the milk was gone.

“What the hell?” I’m dumbfounded.

“Did I just eat the entire pack?”

And as if right on cue, “Buuuurp.”

“Oh, damn. What a mess.”

I look down to see my distended belly, taut and in pain. I begin to rub it to alleviate the pain.

“Oh god, so full. But, this feels nice.”

Concentric circles outline my bloated formed baby bump for a while until I snap out of my trance.

“Oh man, it’s getting late and I’m stuffed. I need to sleep this off.”

And I do. I head to bed and lay down on my left side in order to relieve any pressure still within me. It only takes a few minutes for me to pass out.

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There is a room unknown to me. My presence enters unafraid and begins to observe my surroundings. The room is a massive hall, but mostly vacant. I start walking through. Along the walls on both sides of me are corinthian pedestals holding up scultptures of rubenesque women. As I continue through the hall I eventually see on the other end a large dining room table laid out left to right, nearly reaching both sides of the room. On top of this table there is massive amounts of food. Everything you can imagine. There’s not an empty bit of space. In awe of all this food, I barely notice the only man sitting at the table dead center in the largest thrown like chair I have ever seen. Well, it had to be so large because this was also the largest man I have ever seen. And he was naked. Nothing but belly and chins, this man had to be at least 500 lbs. Probably more. I’ve never seen someone so massive that naked before. The only thing about him I couldn’t get a good look at was his face. Unencumbered by any form of decorum, his head was constantly down devouring food like a greedy pig at the trough. Shoving food into his gullet as fast as possible, this was a true sign of gluttony. I do not know how long I was there, but I was truly hypnotized by the show this man was putting on. After what must have been what felt like hours, I hear the man cough and clear his throat. He was about to speak.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you standing there all this time. Don’t hesitate, I know you’re hungry. Come on and join me.”

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