SuperHeavyWeight installment 6
The Antidote
Tony couldn’t get back to their room fast enough. After
ripping Tom a new one for not telling him what was going on with Joey, Tony
paced the room crazily waiting for Brian. His head was spinning. He’d never
seen a guy pack on so much weight so fast. He couldn’t get the sight of Joey
out of his head. His nerves were totally rattled. What is this happened to them
too when they finally ate something? What if Joey’s belly stayed blown up that
huge for good? He’d be too fat for football. Shit, he’s probably already too
fat for wrestling. This time, Joey was going to flatten Brian for good,
probably with his stomach.
Tony kept pacing, looking at his watch, getting more and
more tense as he watched the door for Brian. “I gotta calm down,” he thought.
Not even thinking straight to connect it to the effects of solid food in his
best friend, Tony gave in and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He drained it
quickly as he circled the room for another half-hour before Brian showed.
Nonchalantly flopping on the couch, Brian started right in.
“Okay, so I saw the doctor today. He just gave us a few extra pills to prevent
us from loosing more weight. Hmph. He gave me two bottles for Joey, though I
don’t think I’ll give it to him. He needs to drop a few, no matter what he
says.”
Tony snorted. “More than you know, idiot.”
Brian startled, more used to that tone from Joey than Tony.
Then he spotted the empty beer bottle in Tony’s hand.
“What the hell is that, Tony? You know better than that. I’d
expect Joey to violate every requirement of this experiment, but you ought to -
”
“Shut up, man!” Tony squatted down in front of Brian,
grabbing the back of the couch to either side of his head and pulling his face
in closer as he talked.
“You have NO idea what you’ve gotten us into here, have you?
I thought you and that doctor of yours vowed this had been tested!” His glare
was making Brian nervous.
“Yeah. He did. You heard him yourself. It’s - ”
“Well he CLEARLY didn’t work out all the bugs. You’re not
going to believe what happened to Joey. He hasn’t been at goddamn wrestling
practice. He’s been hiding out, stuffing himself like a prize pig because of
what you talked us into.”
“He’s been – he’s been eating since this started? Well, huh.
What a moron. We were distinctly told not to - ”
“Yeah yeah YEAH! I know. But you know how Joey is, and you
shouldn’t’ve gotten him into this unless you knew damn well what that quack doc
of yours was testing. Once he started eating, he couldn’t stop, and you should
SEE the SIZE of him. It looks like someone blew him up like an air balloon.”
Brian started to laugh. He remembered envisioning Joey’s
belly ballooning up during their initial check-in. “You know, serves him right.
He’s been stuffing himself like a prize pig all semester anyway. Then he goes
and completely ignores what he was told, and it’s somehow my fault that his gut
swells up a little more as the side effect? I actually think it’s kind of
poetic justice.”
Tony had no patience for Brian’s snide comments. He reached
out for Brian’s neck and shoved him back into the couch. “You little arrogant shit. I’m not talking a
little bit of a gut. His belly is fucking IMMENSE. He could barely balance that
thing. And he said to make sure you knew you were a dead man when he gets back.
And if you’re gonna react like this, then I might just take care of you for
him.”
Tony was about to pop Brian when he doubled over, grabbing
his gut. Moaning and falling to his knees, he let Brian go and held onto his
stomach with both hands. “Oh man. I
feel weird. Uuugh.” And before their eyes, Tony’s belly started to swell.
Little by little, for the next five minutes, his gut bulged out like an
inflating basketball, literally rounding out and pushing forward, not stopping
until Tony suddenly sported a six-inch deep ball gut. Brian finally looked
worried.
“Oh god. The beer. It must have reacted in your stomach. Oh
shit. Oh shit. Tony, I - ”
“See what I mean! So now picture what Joey must look like if
this happens to me after one lousy beer.” He got up off the floor, swaying
until he balanced his newly formed belly. “Now Brian, I mean it! You get your
ass back to that doctor right now and find out how to cure this mess. I’m going
to find Joey. He seems to think he can still wrestle like nothing’s going on.
NOW GET GOING!!”