Chapter 1

Marcus walked into his home and smelled something delicious cooking. His mother must be baking again, that meant she probably had a few batches that weren't up to her standards. His stomach growled, and he patted his small, but gradually growing, potbelly. This has been happening more and more often, his mother going on baking sprees and leaving dozens of unsatisfactory cookies lying around the house, which he thought were perfect for snacking on. "Mom, are you baking something? Something smells delicious!" His stomach growled again, louder this time.
"Oh hello sweetie, I didn't know you were already home. I suddenly got the urge to bake again, but nothing seemed to turn out the way I wanted it to." She gestured to to the kitchen table, which was filled with various baked goods. This time Marcus' stomach growled so loud his mother could hear it. "Are you hungry? As you can see there's quite the selection, so help yourself. I'm going to deliver this batch to your grandmother, so I won't be back for a few hours. I'll see you when I get home." She noticed that Marcus was already snacking on the brownies, and smiled. Her "unsuccessful attempts" at making those various baked goods over the past few weeks were starting to do a number on her son's weight, excuse the pun. She thought she went slightly overboard today, however. She shrugged; it wasn't her problem.
Meanwhile at home, Marcus had already finished the first tray of brownies, and moved on to some cookies. He wasn't really thinking about just how much he was eating, just savoring their delicious flavor. It was like he became a mindless eating machine whenever something was placed in front of him. It would explain his recent weight gain, actually. He took a swig from a bottle of soda after finishing the last cookie on the plate and grabbed the second tray of cookies, digging into them with anticipation. He didn't feel full, and everything was too good, he couldn't stop. Halfway done, he was starting to feel a little full, but he ignored it. He finished the cookies and sat back, taking the two liter bottle of soda with him. He put it to his mouth and drank until it was completely empty. He put the bottle down and patted his belly. His shirt was too tight now, so he discarded it and undid his belt, as that was tight too.
He stood up and went to his room, bringing some of the goodies and more soda with him after a moments hesitation. He placed them next to him as he turned on his Xbox; since he didn't have any homework to do, he could play video games all day. He glanced at the clock, and was surprised to see that it was already half past three; his mom left about an hour ago. He shrugged, not really caring when she got home. He ate mindlessly as he played, and soon enough he reached over to grab another cookie to find the tray empty. He looked over in surprise to find that the trays closest to him were completely empty. All that was left was a box of a dozen donuts; the only thing she didn't make herself. Shrugging, he paused the game and pulled the box onto his lap. He picked up the first donut and took a huge bite; admiring the flavor. Three donuts in he had to unbutton his pants, they were feeling rather tight. He finished up his third bottle of soda and belched. His stomach felt tight, but he forged ahead. With great difficulty, he finished the donuts and sat back, panting heavily. He felt so stuffed and round as he rubbed his huge belly.
He heard the door open downstairs and his eyes widened; his mother was home. He stood up with great difficulty and hurried to put on the biggest sweatshirt he owned, along with his baggiest pants. The sweatshirt was a little tight, but he could barely button the pants. He hid the trays and bottles under his bed and walked downstairs. "Hey mom, I went over to a friend's house and gave them some of the goodies, there were too many for us to eat alone."
"That's alright sweetie, but did you have some? I remembered you were hungry." she looked at him with motherly concern, and he nodded.
"Yeah I had a bit.." he responded, lying of course. At that point his stomach growled, trying to digest the mass of food in his stuffed gut at the moment, and he blushed.
"You're still hungry! Here, have some cake while I make you a nice big dinner, okay honey? I don't want you to go hungry." his mother hurried over to one of the cakes left and cut him a huge slice; about a quarter of the cake itself and put it on a plate with a fork. Internally, he groaned; he didn't think he'd be able to another bite!
"I'll be fine until dinner mom, I don't want to spoil my appetite or anything/" he said to try and get out of eating even more. Why did he have to be such a pig?
"Nonsense, you'll be fine. Now I'm going to prepare dinner, Bon appetit!" His mother left the room, smiling as he sat down. He gasped quietly in pain; his pants were too tight. He undid the button and sighed in relief. Reluctantly, he picked up the fork and started eating the slice of cake slowly. Even though he was extremely full, he ate at a rather steady pace, and was finished soon enough.
He barely had ten minutes to relax when his mother shouted from the kitchen. "Marcus, dinner's ready, come on in here!" he groans upon hearing this, but he obeyed nonetheless. He sat at the table, covertly rubbing his stuffed gut through the pocket of his sweatshirt, attempting to create a small amount of room for dinner. He burped loudly and flushed with embarrassment, but his mother just laughed as he set a big bowl down in front of him. Homemade chili; his absolute favorite.
However, even though it was his favorite, he was unable to continue eating after a few bites. "That cake really spoiled my appetite, mom. I'm going to go upstairs to my room."
"If you're sure honey, I'll keep the chili warm all night in case you get hungry later, so don't hesitate to come down." She smiled as he walked up the stairs. He collapsed into his bed and took off the too small jeans. He felt marginally better now that the jeans weren't squeezing his belly, but he was still stuffed to the gills. Discarding the sweatshirt, he stood up and looked at himself in the mirror. His belly was enormous, almost a perfect semicircle when viewed from the side. He patted his belly, wincing slightly at the added pressure, but mildly turned on. He pushed one finger into his gut and he groaned. It hurt to move, but the more he touched his belly the more aroused he was getting. He sat down on his bed, facing the mirror and saw his belly resting on his thighs. He rubbed his belly and enjoyed the tight fullness of it. He soon fell into a food coma, which would soon digest the mass of food into pounds of delicious fat.