chapter 5

I guess you could say from that night forward they became "an item." In the strict and rigorous medical school program, relationships between students were frowned upon and thought of as a distraction. But Megan and Evan exchanged many steamy texts and looked forward to their next examine room tryst. As Megan awoke the next day she would have thought she had just dreamed of the encounter, if not for her stomach still feeling a little bloated from her fancy dinner. She got another shock as she looked at her phone to find a text from Evan reading "This morning I need my little pig to go to McDonalds and eat 2 Bacon, egg, & cheese sandwiches, 2 cinnamon buns, and 3 hash browns, it will be a great start to getting you nice and chubby for next Saturday." Megan felt a rush and got a little wet as she thought about being ordered to become a disgusting fat girl. She got dressed in her scrubs, which made you barely even notice she had started gaining weight at all, and quickly decided to check the nutrition facts for the meal before she left. She did the math in her head and realized she would be consuming 2,200 calories for breakfast alone. She didn't feel guilty at all ordering the large meal, it was common for doctors to come in early an pick up breakfast for a few other people on the way to work. But she felt too ashamed to stick around and eat it at the restaurant, so she picked a bench in a secluded corner of the park across the street from her school and started to devour her fattening breakfast. Surprising, she was just beginning to feel very full at the start of her second cinnamon bun "I guess I could get used to eating a hearty breakfast like this every morning." She tossed out the evidence and headed into the library for a long day of studying. As she read, her full stomach pressed against the seam of her pants, she lost herself in the book and it only seemed like a minute later when it was noon and she received another text from Evan. "I hope you're feeling full from breakfast, because you still have a tiny little starter belly that needs to grow a bit before I see you again. For lunch you have to go to KFC eat a 20 piece bucket of wings, 3 biscuits, and an order of mashed potatoes. Get your meal and meet me in the quad" Megan was still feeling full as she quickly looked up the calorie information for her next meal (3000 calories). Megan ran to KFC to pick up her meal and nervously met Even back on campus. He kissed her quickly of the cheek and grazed her stomach with his finger tips "I've been missing you since the other night and couldn't miss the opportunity to watch you stuff your face, plus it will draw less attention if everyone thinks we're sharing this meal together"." Megan was so happy to see Even again that she forgot she was still full from breakfast, they sat down at a table and began chatting nonchalantly as if they were still the best of friends. Evan took bites of his modest peanut butter and jelly sandwich as Megan ate wing after wing and washed her bites down with a 32 ounce coke. By the 16th wing she felt full to the breaking point as the mashed potatoes and heavy carbs started to settle in her stomach like a 20 pound barbell. Evan could notice that she was having trouble and whispered under his breath "You better finish those wings, my little pig, or else I will punish you severely the next time we're together." With that threat, Megan choked down the next four wings, and was nearly in agony as she felt her distended belly, more round than it had ever been before. Evan got up cooly and said goodbye, leaving her at the table unable to move and surrounded by the evidence of her gigantic meal. She slowly stood up and brushed the crumbs off her uniform, this time you could clearly see her fully stuffed tummy pressing against her loose scrubs, she looked as if she could be a few months pregnant. As she walked slowly back to the library, she noticed a few curious and funny looks from the perfectly tanned and supremely slender girls eating non fat yogurt by the building entrance, but she could barely concentrate on anything else except how her stomach felt. But again she lost herself in her studies, and had to tenderly rub her stomach for the rest of the day to soothe the ache that persisted for hours, only to get worse when Evan had a pizza delivered to her apartment door at 11pm. This was Megan's strict diet for the entire week. Each day, her stomach ached a little less as it grew accustomed to processing nearly 7000 calories of fattening, starchy, and sugary foods. Every day Evan had to contain his obvious arousal at watching her proudly polish off her huge chicken lunch while covertly flirting with him and rubbing his leg discreetly under the table. Finally on Friday morning Megan got the message she was waiting for "Meet me at my place at 4pm on Saturday afternoon."