Food Festival
Added 2023-04-25 16:19:51 +0000 UTCChris had finally entered retirement, finally able to relax and do whatever he wanted. That brought him a new problem, since he had no idea what to do with so much time. Sick of doing nothing every day, he jumped at the chance when he heard of a local food festival, finally something to do.
The entire festival smelled amazing. Rows and rows of food tents lined the streets, each offering some delicacy that Chris was certain wasn't good for his heart. But not wanting to miss out, he started visiting every booth he could.
He was amazed at the quality of the dishes, each only bite size, but he felt his cravings only increase with each sample. Despite his constant intake of food, all he felt was his hunger growing, each dish leaving him more empty and famished. He couldn't keep himself from moving between stalls, the food incredibly delicious but unfilling at the same time. He didn't realize as he traversed the grounds his footsteps falling heavier, his gait slowly growing wider, his body bulldozing one tent to the next.
It didn't take long for his body to start sweating, tiring from lugging all the food in his stomach around. He didn't realize how snug his shirt fit now, untucked from his pants by his growing mass. His body had porked up, arms thickening into sausages that barely fit into the sleeves, neck pressing so hard against the collar it had come unbuttoned. He had rounded out into a huge monster, fat wrapping his entire body turning him into a butterball.
Finally the weight got the best of him and he needed to stop, exhausted. He grabbed a drink to cool down and leaned against a fence. He didn't remember feeling this heavy, his arms struggling to keep his new body weight stable. He looked down at his body, a huge torso draped with fat hanging below him. He couldn't remember being any different. It wasn't long before he felt his hunger pang up again, forcing him to continue on, each step sending a ripple through his increasingly tubby body.
