Chapter 3

At the end of the week, Jake and Mark invited Ryan to join them during happy hour at the bar they frequent. While the three of them were watching the game, Ryan’s stomach made a pretty loud grumble, which prompted the other guys to look at him.

“Uh-oh! Sounds like Mr. Porky’s getting hungry over here!” Jake laughed as he pinched some of Ryan’s pudge. It had been just over three weeks since Kev became their boss, and since then, Ryan packed on 15 pounds of weight. A lot of his pants stopped fitting him comfortably, and he’d oftentimes have to unbutton them when sitting down. He’d started hopping while putting on jeans or any other pants to properly fit his ass in there, and his belly was even slightly visible through his T-shirts. Clearly, Jake and Mark had taken notice.

“Looks like the hog should take a look at himself in the mirror before talking,” Ryan laughed as he grabbed a handful of Jake’s belly.

“Settle down, homos,” Mark laughed.

“No, but, Mark seriously answer me this: You can’t tell me that you’re not even a little bit curious to see how much Ryan can eat in one sitting, can you?” Jake asked

“Huh?” Ryan said, perplexed.

Mark took a sip from his beer, “Yeah, I mean the guy’s practically a garbage disposal for the sweets Kev brings him everyday.” He looked over at Ryan, “Hey buddy, have you eaten today?”

“I usually skip out on breakfast on a work day, so no, not yet.”

“Perfect!” He said. He flagged down the waiter and said, “Yo, Dave, my boy Ryan’s gonna do the House Special for lunch, alright?” He winked.

Dave looked over at Ryan and smiled. “Alright fo sho. Just gimme a minute, yeah?”

After he walked back to the kitchen, Ryan asked, “What did you ask him for? What’s that?”

“Nothing too crazy, just wait and see.”

In less than ten minutes, Dave brought out a behemoth of a burger with an extra large side of fries and an extra large milkshake. “The House Special a cheeseburger with a 2 pound patty, clocking in at around 2500 calories exactly. Taking the sides into account, we’re looking at a meal that’s 3500 calories. If you manage to finish it all by yourself, you’ll get dessert on the house.”

“Nothing too crazy?” Ryan said to Mark sarcastically.

“Hey, don’t act like this is a lot—it’s less food that all those doughnuts you shove down your throat all day long. Now eat!”

“Can’t argue with that logic,” Ryan said. He picked up the heavy monstrosity and began scarfing down the burger. With each bite, some of its juices and oils would trickle down from his hands to his forearms. As he ate, he couldn’t help but think about how strange all this was. Before he got on this gluttonous streak, he hadn’t really bonded with any of his coworkers ever. But now that he’s been eating a lot more—and as a result, getting bigger—he truly was starting to fit in with the rest of the office a lot more!

“Wow! Looks like all the food you’ve been eating prepped you well for this!” Mark said as Ryan stuffed the last of the burger down his throat.

He let out a deep belch. “God, I’m fucking full!”

“But what about that dessert?”

“God, no.”

“But they’ve got doughnuts,” Jake said, with his eyebrows perked.

“Dude I can barely breathe.”

“Right, I guess the free doughnuts can just go to waste then.”

“To-To waste? Damnit, fuck it! Ask the waiter for those doughnuts! And tell them to bring another milkshake while they’re at it…”

And so, Mark did just that. Within less than five minutes, Dave brought out a dozen doughnuts and a tall milkshake. “Way to go, dude! Usually we just say dessert thing as a joke, but you… you took that seriously.”

Already feeling incredibly bloated, Ryan started stuffing doughnut after doughnut into his mouth. While watching this, Mark whispered something to Jake, they nodded, and Mark got up and left the table, leaving Jake and Ryan alone. After eating his sixth doughnut, Ryan just said, “Dude, I don’t know if I can do this… I’m just way too full…”

“Sure you can!” Jake said. “Here bud, lemme help you.” Jake started feeding Ryan the remaining doughnuts, and as he did so, he pressed his heavy gut against Ryan’s belly. For a moment, as he was being fed, he forgot about how full he was and focused on how good it felt to have Jake’s fat press against his body, and it only made him fantasize what it would be like if he too managed to get a gut like his.