Pasta Stuffing!

I've been wanting to do another time-lapse for AGES! Just to show you guys him eating everything so damn quickly. I told him I wanted him to eat a pound of pasta in front of the camera as fast as he could. He said, "Bring it on!" I just happened to leave out the fact that I bought 3 boxes...hehe...It was so adorable seeing him gloating after finishing the first plate, rubbing his bloated belly like it was nothing. 

"And that's how it always ends, huh? BRRRRP!" He looked down on his belly plopped out of his shirt and cocked a little grin. He seemed almost impressed with himself that he could eat so much with such ease. That he could eat it all right in front of me, leaving me nothing, gaining more and more weight, getting bigger and stronger and more of an alpha roommate the more he grew. He seemed to relish in his power a little. But I knew we were just getting started!

When I brought the 2nd plate, he looked entertained. Almost as if me bringing another plate was me challenging him.

"Agh now were...BRP...talkin...UURRP!" he said with a pat to the gut. 

I told him he has fans who want him to eat more! But I said I didn't think he could. And that's how I brought out his competitive jock buried somewhere under all that growing blubber. 

"You're gonna regret that, bud-AAARRRRRRP!" The beast had taken him over.

He ate and ate, his forkfuls got larger, and his belly started to swell again. It got bigger with each swallow until he had finally finished. He leaned back, looking all cocky and huge, and ngl I got a little pissed. I didn't want to let him have it so easy! 

So I brought out the last bowl and set it in front of him. He looked at me with a belch and a belly rub. The humble sweetheart in him just wanted to pass out and take a victory nap. But the hungry beast in his belly wanted to keep eating until everything was gone. I could see the inner struggle and loved it. He was full. He was stuffed. But he knew I couldn't win. He knew every bit of that pasta would go into his belly and there was nothing he could do about it. He began to eat again, though at a slower pace. His belly churned and rumbled as it got bigger and bigger under him. And I just sat there behind the camera and watched as his growing shadow swallowed me up until he had finally finished. With a belch and a fart, he leaned back and dozed off. His face was just a too-damn-fine college boy with tomato sauce smeared on his face. But from the chest down was a different story. He was a monster. He was gigantic. And all that food was digesting, adding fat to his waistline, making him gain before my eyes. I tend to refer to his ravenous hunger as the beast but tbh it's all him. All 300+ pounds of him!