chapter 2

After a week of being fed and loved and rubbed and caressed I could feel a definite layer of fat beginning on my belly. And each new morning brought a new layer of fat. I could feel or maybe imagine bits of me jiggle, I could pinch the fat on by belly and my chest began to feel distinctively flabby. Maybe it was just my imagination but I was sure I could feel a change. We were just beginning to settle into a pattern when Constance's mum called and said she needed help moving into a new house she had bought with the money we had given her after our success. Constance said that she would only be gone for a week or two and that we could pick up where we had left off. I was sad at the thought of losing my spunky new feeder but I could wait. The next day I took Constance to the airport and kissed her goodbye. On the way back home I resolved to surprise her by gaining as much as I could while she was away. I stopped at the shops before going up the mountain!!

The first day was a Saturday. I rose and had 6 crumpets lathered in butter and golden syrup and an iced coffee for breakfast. For morning tea I had two jam and cream doughnuts. They were dreamy. All my life I had held back and now I was free. They tasted so sweet and yummy and all I could do was to imaging them turning to fat on my belly. For lunch I drove down to McDonalds and ordered a large Quarter Pounder Meal and a chocolate shake. I took my time and savoured it. Deciding that I should really start acting like a fatty I ordered a Filet o Fish and an apple pie to go and had these in the car on the way home. Before getting there I stopped at the corner store at Mt Dandenong and bought a Snickers, a bag of chocolate peanuts and an Cornetto, all of which I demolished while watching TV that afternoon. By dinnertime I was still feeling a little full and so I waited til 8pm and then made myself a Satay Chicken with a whole jar of Crunchy Peanut Butter and two packets of noodles. I heated up a quarter of an apple Danish and covered it with four scoops of ice cream which just squeezed into my, by now, very full tummy. I could hear Constance's words, 'You have to stretch that stomach...' I sat on the lounge feeling a little more than contentedly stuffed and rubbed my slightly protruding upper belly as it felt tight. After an hour or so and feeling a little sleepy I finally mixed 600ml of cream with 600ml of strawberry milk and drank it all. Constance had done as much for me so I thought it would be a good way to pack on more fat quickly. It may have been a little too much since I lay in bed and burped strawberry creamy burbs for nearly half an hour with my tummy rumbling loudly but eventually I went to sleep.

On Sunday I awoke. I don't know what I was expecting but none the less I was disappointed to see no apparent change to my body. I reminded myself that the last noticeable change had taken a week and so I needed to be patient but determined. I went back over my eating routine from Saturday and worked out that I must have demolished 39,000 kilojoules or roughly 9,300 calories. So that would be my goal for the day. I started by making pancakes. I made up the whole box and drowned them in butter and maple syrup. I made my way down to the bakery and bought two more jam and cream doughnuts for morning tea. I decided that afternoon tea should be a custard tart and a vanilla slice. I decided that today should be another relaxathon watching television and playing LOTRO and Star Wars on the computer. I could not wait for morning tea and so I started in on the jam and cream doughnuts. They were just as dreamy as the day before and I imagined a fattening future filled with them every day. I found myself patting a non-existent belly, but I was hoping that soon that would all change.

Just before midday I decided to head down the mountain for Hungry Jacks with a good book and spend some time eating as much as I could. I started with a large Whopper meal with a chocolate shake. After half an hour I went back to the counter and ordered some onion rings, another chocolate shake and a Bacon Deluxe. The going was slower than I thought but I got there after an hour or so. Feeling pretty full I headed home to lay on the couch and watch a few documentaries, because sitting in front of the computer was a little uncomfortable. By four o'clock I was feeling up to my afternoon tea and had little trouble polishing my bakery delights off. Dinner was the big decision...I decided to head to an Italian takeaway I had spotted on the way home from the airport. They had a takeaway Carbonara that was huge and looked as though it had 5000 calories in it alone and I needed to get some more cream and strawberry milk at the corner store anyway. Arriving home I sat down and began. At 2/3rds of the way through the dish I was struggling and had to stop. I decided to wait a while and then slowly finish the rest. No desert for me tonight! I lay on the couch with my tummy rock hard and quite sore, wondering if I would be able to have my creamy strawberry drink at all. By 10pm my belly had digested enough of my dinner and there was just enough room for my drink. I took my time and sat for a while before going to bed. Going to sleep was accompanied by sweet strawberry burps again...

Monday morning!! Yesterday's efforts had yielded 5000 more kilojoules, so topping 10,000 calories in a day. 'Not too bad' I thought! Today I decided that it would be a good idea to snack throughout the day and so I bought chocolate bars and biscuits to the computer and kept reminding myself between quests to eat one or two. I went out for a large steak counter meal with extra fries at the hotel up the road for lunch since it did not hold back on its servings. Even though I was full, I decided to stop at the drive thru KFC and order a Family Meal Deal. I had always wanted to eat one on my own and I was sure this would help expand my stomach and make a great afternoon 'snack'. The afternoon turned into evening when the last chicken nugget and mashed potato was swallowed. If I was going to have dinner it was going to be a late one!! Even though I was desperately full I decided to have another huge satay, because I so wanted to please Constance and by finishing with another large meal and my creamy strawberry drink. I could feel my stomach stretching painfully.

The rest of the week went by in much the same way. Some nights I even managed desert, after all I did not want to leave the apple Danish to go to waste...and so the week passed.

Then it happened! I am sure that it must have been happening gradually all week, but after one week of at least 10,000 calories a day and often a lot more, there was a definite, and noticeable change. There was no doubt now. I could feel the layer of fat on my belly. An extra softness that had not been there before! I could feel my sides pressing against my T-shirt where two weeks ago it was a little loose. God it felt so good. It was time for a weekend of excess since Constance would be back on Sunday...so where to begin? My tummy rumbling made that decision easy. An all you can eat breakfast at Sizzler. Even after a week of continuous eating I was finding it easier to eat more and so helpings of waffles and ice-cream, bacon and eggs, toast with butter dripping off it, pancakes drenched in maple syrup quickly made their way into my mouth. The good thing is that you can take as long as you like and it's not called all you can eat for nothing. After nearly three hours of continuous grazing and a few looks from the staff I decided to leave. My stomach was so heavy with food that I had to walk pretty slowly back to the car and I had to breath a little more deeply than usual. I sat for a few more minutes in the car and planned my next calorie assault.

There was just no way I could have a full morning tea so I picked up two Snickers bars while filling up the car at the Petrol station and munched these down before arriving home. I really had not made any plans for lunch and so I got onto the internet to see what the most fattening recipe I could find would be. One caught my attention and despite being completely over the top I decided that in this effort to surprise Constance all bets were on. The recipe called for 500grams of butter, two cups of sugar and 2 cups of cocoa and 600ml of cream. I liked the idea of 7,500 calories in one sitting and so I got out the blender and started. The whole thing came out like frosting but just a bit runnier. I christened it the 'Chocolate Calorie Bomb'. It only took two hours to eat all of it while playing the computer and it tasted so decadent and yummy. It was almost as if I could feel the fat transforming onto my body. A half an hour later my tummy was gurgling and rumbling and I guessed it was not too happy about so much fat and sugar all at once. However, I found myself hoping that my tummy got used to it as it was an easy way to eat lots of calories in one sitting. Still, the gurgling and discomfort only lasted an hour and by then I felt hungry again. I thought I'd go out and get something for dinner and desert and grab an afternoon snack while I was at the bakery. I changed my mind when I spotted Doughnut King. One hot Dog with the lot and a bag of 6 Cinnamon Doughnuts later I was on my way into Woolworths feeling more than a little full again. I decided that I would cook a huge Carbonara with cream, bacon, eggs and onion. Desert would be a 1kg tub of Extra Choc Ice cream.

As soon as I got home I began cooking (and sampling the ice cream). I decided to boil the whole bag of pasta, drain it and then added 7 tablespoons of olive oil to it before putting the creamy sauce over it. The pot of pasta looked huge and so I decided to start dinner a little early (4pm) and slowly make my way through the whole thing over a few hours. I decided to put on the extended Fellowship of the Ring and paced myself so as not to feel too full. It worked. By the end of the movie I was spoo