SuperHeavyWeight installment 5
The Discovery
Both Tony and Brian eyed Tom with suspicion when he showed
up unannounced. Joey had never gone for off-site team training, and they both
had been all over campus asking about him for days. But Tom told a good story,
and they ended up believing that Joey was obsessed enough with the final meet
to hide out for last minute training without bothering to tell anyone. “Yeah.
He’s been training like a mad.” Training for an eating contest, Tom thought!
“He just sent me to pick up some more stuff for him.” Tony agreed to load up a
bag for Tom, though he still thought it odd that Joey didn’t come to pack it
himself. “Yeah, I was sent for him. Freshman hazing, you know. They treat us
like slaves first year on the team,” Tom claimed. Tony studied him closely. As
Tom finally turned to go, anxious to escape, Brian called him back.
“Hey, don’t forget this. Joey promised me he’d see this
experiment through.” Brian mistook Tom’s shocked look. “Oh. Just remind him to
take his pills every day, huh? His blood test is in three weeks.”
And finally Tom was free, dashing back to the stockroom. To
his utter amazement, Joey was still eating away. He had managed to turn,
leaning his beefy butt on the sagging table, his belly launching straight out
from under his pecs a good few feet before bowing downward. He was resting a
huge can on the top of his belly, shoveling up handfuls of its contents right
into his mouth. “Found your can opener. Now I can work on this row,” nodding to
the row of canned food as he chewed.
“Joey, I think you ought to have someone check you out.
Besides, I’m going to get in serious trouble of you get caught clearing out –
“Imma mphmnem ummahmmooo.”
With his words totally muffled by the fistfuls of food
crammed in his mouth, Joey sounded like a complete pig, grunting with its face
in a trough. Tom finally figured out that Joey wanted more food from the burger
line. Since the place was closing, Tom figured he could sneak the remaining
burgers if it would get Joey out of there. He slid out, making sure everyone
had left, and came back with several dozen burgers. Still stuffing himself,
Joey signaled for Tom to start unwrapping them. Tom kind of crept toward Joey,
holding the first burger out to him. Joey just turned toward Tom, closing his
eyes and opening his mouth. He just waited for Tom to stuff the burger in his
mouth for him, rubbing his pendulous stomach. Tom slowly moved it toward Joey’s
expectant mouth, flinching once he chomped down as if he’d lose his hand.
Grunting and chewing, Joey opened one eye when Tom wasn’t there with the next
burger. Before he knew what happened, Tom was standing, leaning into Joey’s
gut, shoving burger after burger into his craving mouth, feeling the jock’s
belly swell up dangerously bigger as he fed him. Six gone. Ten. Twenty. Joey’s
belly shoved out harder and fuller as he continued to gorge. Tom was pushed so
far back it made it hard to reach Joey’s mouth. Between Joey’s height and the
ballooning belly between them, Tom had to strain on tiptoes to feed the
engorged wrestler the last dozen burgers. Finally stuffed to capacity for a
bit, Joey leaned back, pulling Tom’s feet off the floor and lifting him up with
his belly. Tom wriggled back to the floor, sliding across the expansive curve
he’d been made to feed for the past two hours. It was tight as a drum, packed
solid to the very bursting point. Tom took a few steps back, taking in the full
swell of the inflated Jock’s belly. Joey was, for a moment, contentedly
moaning, hands rubbing the outer sides of his pendulous belly.
And it went on like that for another three and a half weeks.
Joey ate night and day, gripped in a constant feeding frenzy by his totally
unnatural hunger. Tom, horribly afraid of being caught hiding the wrestling
star and somehow being blamed for his bloated condition, became very attentive
to Joey’s appetite. He checked in to make sure he was okay between classes,
making sure he had tons of food within arms reach. He made sure the kitchen was
always stocked so that no one else came back to the hideout, and he helped feed
Joey’s ever-growing belly, hoping the bizarre hunger would ebb so he could get
him out of there. This drug induced hunger couldn’t possibly last forever, and
if he helped feed the jock like a growing prize hog, stuffing him as much as
was possible, he just had to break out of the hunger cycle sooner rather that
later. As he helped Joey eat himself into oblivion each day, he hoped this
would be the one when the jock hoisted himself up and lumbered away, finally
having choked down enough food to catch up with the seemingly endless appetite.
But Joey’s belly swelled and swelled, easily ballooning up to a good four feet
out in front of him. Tom wondered just how much Joey had gained. And he
wondered what kind of trouble he could get in if caught as an accomplice to
this bizarre circumstance.
His fear of getting caught came to a head one afternoon as
Tony zoomed toward the burger counter, eyes locked on Tom.
“Alright, kid, what’s the deal? Where’s Joey – REALLY?”
“W-whadya mean?” Tom stammered as his face flushed.
“You tell me! His wrestling coach called our room today,
saying that Joey hasn’t been seen at practices in nearly three weeks. He says
he’s willing to let Joey wrestle even though he’s blown off practice only
because he’s his heavyweight star, but he’ll have to boot him from the team if
he doesn’t show by three o’clock. The final meets start this afternoon, and if
Joey’s not on the mat for the first one, it’s over. So where the hell is he?!”
“I, uh, he, um.”
“Spit it out kid! What’s going on??”
Tom gravely led Tony to the storeroom door. “Look, I don’t
know what caused this. He said he took some pills – I guess the ones your other
roommate gave me – and it had this effect on him.”
Tony shook his leg impatiently. “Come out with it, already.”
Tom opened the door and pulled Tony inside. Tony let out a
long whistle. “Holy shit! What on earth – what’s he been – how - ?” He
stammered to a stop.
The two of them stood staring at Joey. He was laying on the
floor, belly absolutely mammoth. After nearly five weeks of ceaseless eating,
his gut rose so high that neither of them could see past it. Tom slowly walked
around his friend’s mountain of a gut to see his head resting on the floor with
a kitchen funnel plugged in his mouth. On the edge of the table above him, a
bucket of pudding dripped the last of its fattening vanilla goo down into the
funnel with a plop. Joey gulped it down, then slowly pulled the funnel from his
lips. He was again too stuffed to talk beyond a hushed whisper. “Tonz. Look at
what he did to me, man. Brian’s fucking pills made me too damn hungry. Couldn’t
do anything but eat and eat and eat and . .
. eat . . . . ERRUUURRRRP.”
Tony knelt down next to his buddy, putting one hand on top
of his gut and still staring at its towering mass with amazement.
“Joe. Your coach called. He wants you at the meet today or
you’re off the team. You mean to say you’ve been holed up in here doing nothing
but eating for the last three and a half weeks?” He shot a look at Tom, aiming
the question as much at him. Tom nodded and Joey groaned.
“Come on man. We gotta get you to see that doctor. We were
due to get weighed in tomorrow anyway.” Again he surveyed Joey’s blown up
physique. “Shit, and I was going to ask for more pills ‘cause I’ve lost five
pounds. Brian’s been dropping weight too. But not you! Man, Joey, you’ve done
it this time. That guy warned us it could be bad if you ate with those things.
But holy shit, I bet he never figured on this!” He patted the top of Joey’s
belly as punctuation.
Tom and Tony were soon struggling to hoist Joey off the
floor. They backed the table up behind Joey, letting him reach back to push up
as they each got into squat position under his arms. After several minutes of
straining, Joey was finally standing, slowly waddling toward the door, his huge
belly leading the way. Tom and Tony had to step aside when they got to the
door, guiding Joey so that his gut just barely cleared the door jam.
People who passed couldn’t help but stare as the bloated
jock stepped heavily toward the door. But he wasn’t waddling back toward their
dorm. Tony stepped beside him and tried to ask what Joey was doing without
attracting any more attention.
“Where are you going buddy? This way, yeah? Man.” He looked
around him. “Has all that eating gotten to you?”
“I’m going to the locker room man.”
“What??”
“Headed to the meet. It’s just some extra poundage. I gotta
win that final match. Brian’s not gonna blow that for me.”
“Joey, buddy, there’s no way. Look at you! You look like
that doc fed you a beach ball. We gotta get you over to see him so he can fix
this mess.”
Joey kept lumbering in the direction of the athletic
facility. “I’m going to finals, Tonz. Set up an appointment for when I get
back.” Tom stopped in exasperation. “And tell Brian he’s a fucking dead man!”
And with that, Joey hauled himself out of the food hall.
