SuperHeavyWeight Installment 4
The Big Feed
Five days later, Tom’s nightly shift ended after what seemed
like days. The dinner rush had been abnormally busy. “The dining hall must’ve
had a terrible meal,” he thought as he eyed the clock, hoping he could make a
dash for the door before he was caught by the late night wave. Just as he was
about to leave, the line cook hollered for some mayonnaise. “Okay, I’ll grab
you some before I take off.” Tom checked the kitchen cooler, but it was out
too. With a sigh, he made a dash for the remote stockroom. For the first time
since the other night, he though of Joey, wondering how long the fat jock hung
around sleeping off his feeding frenzy. Suddenly he felt a little guilty about
letting Joey into the storeroom, but then he shrugged his shoulders. It was no
one’s office, and they only rarely came back here to refill the kitchen’s main
pantries and coolers with bulk foods. What was the harm?
He unlocked the stockroom door and thought he heard
something from inside. The room was mostly dark, but when Tom poked his head
in, he saw a glow of light coming from the back corner of the room, behind
several rows of shelves. “Ah, someone left the freezer door open”, he thought.
He stepped in, shut the door and flipped on the light.
“What the -??”
The place was a wreck. Empty food packages littered the
floor. Someone had opened up box after box of food, leaving the remains strewn
everywhere. Kicking it all out of his way, wondering what happened, he headed
up the outer aisle toward the freezer. The usually orderly rows of packages to
either side looked as though a wild bear had ravaged through. When he got to
the back of the room, he stopped in his tracks.
There laid the overfed jock, asleep in front of the open
freezer with empty ice cream tubs to each side of his belly, which was now,
miraculously, puffed out even bigger than before. Joey was still holding one of
the five-gallon ice cream containers with one hand. Chocolate fudge ripple was
smeared around the edges of his half-open mouth. He was listing to one side
like a beached whale. His belly was so huge it prevented him from rolling
completely onto his side. The arm gripping the bucket lay outstretched, above
his belly. The side of his bulging gut pressed hard against the floor, pinned
down by its own overfed mass, counter-weighting his torso so that his opposite
shoulder hung in the air. His knees were bent and his thighs pulled to the side
of his huge gut, pressed into the underside of his belly. His other hand, also
dripping with ice cream, rested on the hefty topside of his gut. It looked like
he had been shoving ice cream into his mouth by the handful until he passed
out, clutching his near-bursting belly. His expression still showed how stuffed
he must have felt when he stopped gorging and passed out.
Tom stood stunned for a few minutes. He looked back at the
empty packages strewn across the room and tried to figure how all that food
could possible fit into one guy’s belly. Even if Joey had eaten every minute of
the last five days, it just didn’t seem possible. Then he looked back at the
size of the gut tipping toward the floor in front of him and thought again.
Tentatively reaching out, he gingerly pressed his fingers into Joey’s belly.
Joey’s gut was packed tight, barely giving when Tom pushed. The fed-up jock
didn’t move. Tom poked him a few more times. Nothing. He finally slapped Joey’s
belly with three taps like he was dribbling a basketball. Tom wasn’t sure if
the prodding or the deep thumping sound actually woke Joey, but his eyelids,
still heavy, finally dragged open.
“Mmmmmmm. Oh man. Got hungry – again – and again. I had to –
ooof – nap it – mmmm – off.”
“Joey. Man, what happened in here? You look like you’ve been
eating for weeks. Are you okay? I mean, this belly looks ready to - ”
Joey finally came to and tried to sit up. With a load grunt,
he tried to twist his body back into alignment. “Fuck! What the hell –
errrooooff.” He had to throw his legs three times before he could tip his back,
beefy butt and legs flat on the floor. He looked up and seemed as shocked as
Tom at the size of his gut. It rounded up and out as though a massive sphere
sat on his torso. “Whoa!! What the? Man, I made a pig outta – UURP – guess I
ate way too-oooo-oooooof.”
He looked like he was trying to do crunches, but his head
only got so far before his big pecs bumped into the top of his belly, knocking
his head back to the floor. Every one of his movements was lethargic. “Shit, man, help me up here!”
Tom was no wimp, but this was a big challenge. He shoved his
arms down under Joey’s back and tried, with the jock’s help, to hoist him up to
a sitting position. But Joey’s belly was way too blown up to allow it. Breaking
into a sweat, Tom made Joey rest for a second. Hold on. “Let’s try it this
way.” He put all of his strength behind one of Joey’s beefy shoulders and
rolled him back onto his side. Tom got down on the floor behind Joey’s back and
starting shoving harder, trying to roll him onto his belly. “Come on! Help me
out!!”
“I am, damn it. I’m just so fucking fat and full here.”
They both grunted and groaned until Joey was finally rolled
up onto hands and knees. His shirt had ridden all the way up into his chest,
and Joey flinched when his bare belly grazed the concrete floor. He had to arch
his back up a good few inches to get it off the ground. Anyone with a less
muscled torso would have been pulled to the floor by the weight of that belly.
Joey was panting from the effort, and his stomach swelled in and out with each
huge breath. After another brief rest, he yelled for help again. Exhausted, Tom
looked at him dumbly.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Well shit, I dunno. Get that table over here.”
Tom rushed over and dragged the table toward Joey. “Over
here. Ooof.” His gut hit the floor again as he talked. “Get it right in front
of me.” Tom slid it up parallel to Joey’s shoulders. Looking like he was about
to hoist himself out of a pool, Joey brought his hands up to the table. Leaning
squarely on his belly, he got into push-up position, arms bent, hands under his
shoulders, legs pulled up as close as possible to his blimped-up belly. He
grunted and started pressing. His thick arms bulged. With a howl of sheer
strength, he slowly raised himself until his entire body was angled, half
upright. His forehead turned red until he managed to get his arms fully
straight, but his belly was sticking out far too much. Even with his arms
extended and quivering to support him, from this angle, his belly still stuck
out just enough to prevent his navel from clearing the table’s edge.
He gave in for a second, letting his gut shove into the lip
of the table as he panted. He then shuffled his thick legs further in under his
gut, and with a roar, he worked to jerk himself upright. His gut came a few
inches off the table, and then dropped back down, too weighted by the pounds
and pounds of food still in there. With a look of sheer determination, he
sucked in his gut and then blasted his arms out as far as they would go,
puffing his belly out to full-blown size at the same time. From the combined
force, he bounced to standing, leaning way back, attempting to balance the
massive belly arcing out in front of him. As his arms fell to grip his rotund
stomach, he started stumbling backwards, tipping too far from the momentum. Tom
rushed behind him, bracing himself as if a redwood tree was about to fall on him.
Joey’s mass blasted hard into Tom. He hunkered down and with all his might
pushed back, trying to keep Joey standing. After nearly crushing Tom, Joey
rocked upright but then started to tip forward again. Led by the weight of his
tremendous belly, he stumbled away from Tom. Legs tensing, he steered himself
toward the table and landed his belly hard on its surface. With a huge crash,
he came to a stop, belly covering half the table, which was quivering from the
impact. He let out a huge groan, and his head slumped forward, his arms around
his belly and leg muscles pulsing to hold him in place.
Tom stood breathless, staring at Joey’s girth in total
disbelief. “Have you been eating in here nonstop since the other night??”
“Uh huh the jock moaned. I’ve been so fucking starving! I –
had – to – urp – make the – uuurrp – hunger – stop.”
The rumbling started again. Tom circled Joey like a moon
around a planet, moving in and touching his belly like it were an exhibit at
the science museum.
“Bring me - mmm –
that bag.” Joey pointed to the nearest bag of food.
“You gotta be kidding. You’ll explode all over this room if
you stuff anything else in there. You’ve already eaten half the - ”
“NOW!!”
Tom jumped, grabbing the bag of hamburger buns and tossing
them toward Joey like he was a caged animal. Still leaning on his belly, Joey
tore open the bag and started shoving buns into his mouth. Talking around
mouthfuls, he asked Tom a favor.
“You gotta - mmph - help me - umph - out.” Joey polished off
the bag of buns in no time, convincing Tom as he ate to go tell his roommates
that he had left town for some final wrestling practice. When Tom hesitated,
Joey did his best to work his grin. “Look at me man. Something’s totally -
mmphmf - wrong in my – oooo – gut. Fucking mmm-umm-mmm Brian! I don’t know what
else to -mmm - do but – mmffmph - eat until this eases – gulp, ugh - up. I’m SO
hungry – uuuuggh – it HURTS. Come on! Where else am I gonna go like this??” Tom
eyed Joey’s growing belly and had to agree. So he left Joey, with his gut
inching across the table as he kept eating and eating, to go fake like he was
on the wrestling team with Joey, grab a bag of clothes, and get back to check
on the jock and his swelling stomach.