Chapter 1

he was very determined. He’d been drinking icecream every night. It hadn’t yielded the results he wanted. I mean sure he was getting soft but not that much bigger. If he’d known this before he would’ve started drinking icecream a long time ago. He tried adding heavy cream but that proved to be too hard on his stomach. Through trial and error he came up with a way to drink multiple shakes without hurting his stomach.

spinach, berries, icecream, heavy cream, peanut butter, Nutella, yogurt, protein powder, milk, and bananas combined together made it easy to hold onto the calories. He found that he could drink more more often. It tasted good. It felt good. Going to bed that full. Constantly topping himself off with those shakes. He was never empty except for in the morning.

his routine was simple; shake before bed, snack, wake up, shake, force down breakfast, school, sip on a shake in class, force down lunch, sip on shake, force down some fast food, sip on a shake, force down dinner, sip on a shake and snack before bed. And move as little as possible. It was frustrating because it didn’t seem to do much at first. Then it all seemed to hit at once.

Part 2

After a month of all that extra not yielding any real results other than softening up. He had been a bit discouraged and had stopped checking his progress. But he kept up the routine. He was so used to his jeans being tight due to constant eating that he failed to notice the little lip of fat that had appeared. It kissed his waistband delicately, as he chugged his last shake of the day.

Despite his puny three pound weight gain he still loved the feeling of accomplishment that came from being so painfully stuffed. Tonight he didn’t feel that feeling as well. He frowned and reached for his water. The tightness of his belly was not up to par. It needed it to hurt. He sat up as he drank. He felt his belly filling with so much water. It pushed over his waistband but he still hadn’t hit that sweet spot. He needed more. He couldn’t sleep without it.

He unbuttoned his jeans and was disappointed that his belly had even more room now. He needed more. It wasn’t enough. Could he do another shake? He rubbed his tummy trying to gage the fullness. It still didn’t feel that different. How was he not bigger? Another shake should help.