Matt Gets Fat - Apocryphal Ending

Chapter 10: The Glutton’s Throne

JUNE 2015

The living room had become Matt’s kingdom, a sprawling empire of empty takeout containers, soda bottles, and chip bags. The couch, once a shared space, was now his throne, its springs groaning under his immense bulk. Matt’s body filled the entire length of it, his belly a vast, quivering dome that spilled over his lap and onto the cushions. His arms, thick with fat, rested heavily on either side, while his triple chin wobbled with every labored breath. At 510 pounds, Matt was a monument to excess, his once-lean frame buried under layers of soft, doughy flesh.

Adrian stood in the doorway, balancing a stack of pizza boxes and a six-pack of Coke. “Dinner’s here,” he announced, setting the haul on the coffee table. Matt’s eyes lit up, his fat fingers twitching with anticipation. “Fuck yeah,” he grunted, struggling to shift his weight forward. His belly wobbled, sending ripples through the rolls that cascaded down his sides. “Gimme the pepperoni one.”

Kate emerged from the kitchen, carrying a gallon jug of chocolate syrup-spiked protein shake. “You’re gonna need this too,” she said, her voice laced with a mix of amusement and exhaustion. She plopped the jug next to the pizzas, her eyes flicking to Adrian. “He’s been whining about being ‘starved’ since breakfast.”

“Starved?” Adrian snorted, glancing at the empty bucket of fried chicken from lunch. “You ate enough to feed a small village today, Matt.”

Matt ignored him, already tearing into the first pizza. Grease dripped onto his strained T-shirt, which barely covered the upper half of his gut. His cheeks bulged as he shoved a slice into his mouth, moaning softly with each chew. “This is the life,” he mumbled, reaching for a second slice before swallowing the first.

Kate sat on the armrest, watching him with a peculiar intensity. “You’re really leaning into this, huh?” she said, her tone almost clinical. “No job, no gym, just… this.” She gestured at the chaos of food and Matt’s sprawling form.

“Whatever,” Matt grunted, pausing to chug a Coke. A loud burp escaped him, and he patted his belly proudly. “I’m good. You guys keep the food coming, I’m not complaining.”

Adrian exchanged a look with Kate. Over the past year, they’d perfected their routine: Adrian handled the grocery runs, Kate scoured fast-food joints, and together they ensured Matt’s appetite was never unsatisfied. But lately, Adrian had noticed a shift in Kate’s demeanor—less gleeful, more conflicted. He felt it too. Enabling Matt’s gluttony had started as a twisted form of revenge, a way to humble his arrogance. But now, with Matt pushing past 500 pounds and showing no signs of slowing down, it felt like they’d created a monster.

“Lauren called me yesterday,” Kate said, her voice low so Matt wouldn’t hear over his chewing. “She’s worried. Says we’re ‘feeding a problem,’ not just a person.”

Adrian shrugged, though his stomach twisted. “She’s not wrong. But he’s not exactly begging us to stop, is he?” He nodded toward Matt, who was now licking grease off his fingers, oblivious to their conversation.

Kate sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I don’t know. Sometimes I think we’re just as bad as he was, making fun of people’s weight. Like, we’re proving his point—calories in, calories out. Except we’re the ones shoving the calories in.”

Matt belched again, interrupting their hushed debate. “Yo, where’s that shake?” he demanded, his voice thick with food. “I’m still hungry.”

Adrian grabbed the jug and handed it to him, watching as Matt tilted it back, gulping down the syrupy mixture. His throat bobbed, and his belly seemed to swell with each swallow, the fabric of his shirt riding up to reveal stretch-marked skin. Adrian felt a strange mix of fascination and unease. Matt was a caricature of his former self, a living rebuke to his old “willpower” boasts. But at what cost?

“We need to talk about this,” Kate whispered, her eyes fixed on Matt’s bloated form. “Not now, but soon. We can’t keep doing this forever.”

Adrian nodded, but his attention was drawn back to Matt, who was now struggling to reach a pizza box that had slid too far across the table. His arms, weighed down by fat, couldn’t quite make it. “Little help?” Matt grunted, his face red from the effort.

Kate smirked, but there was a hardness in her eyes. “Oh, we’ll help,” she said, picking up the box and placing it directly in front of him. “But tomorrow, we’re setting some ground rules.”

Matt didn’t respond, already lost in another slice. Adrian watched, a plan forming in his mind. One last indulgence, he thought. One final, unforgettable feast to cap off Matt’s transformation. Then they’d figure out what came next.