Inktober prompt 5 - Blades

Spinning Blades

Harsh mechanical noise split the early morning silence. A young man watched as the blades spun and reduced everything in their path to a fine red paste which splattered against the glass in gory patterns. Like a Rorschach test which might reveal a predilection toward gluttony and hedonism. The smell of hot, or possibly burning, plastic started to rise in the air so Adan took his finger off the puree button on the blender with a grimace. The blender worked better than any other he’d ever owned, but the thing was from the 70’s. It was ancient and if he used it too much he sometimes worried that it would start a fire. 

Adan took the pitcher off of the blender’s stand and set it on the counter; then he went to the fridge and pulled out a quart of heavy cream. It was a fresh one, and since he’d decided to start gaining he went through a lot of the stuff. He pulled the seal off of it and then poured its contents into the pitcher, happily patting the side of his respectably large belly as he did so. He had a collection of old stretchmarks on his sides, little jagged marks where his skin was slightly lighter than the rest of his gut, and a handful of fresh ones that were almost purple. 

With a big smile he hefted his medium mound of nearly mocha colored flab onto the counter and kneaded at it like it was a large pile of dough. He’d only recently found he was able to plop it onto flat surfaces and now he did it whenever he had the chance. The house was empty save for him, for an entire week this time. Oh he was going to stuff himself every day, this was going to be epic! His smile wider than ever, Adan put the pitcher back onto the blender’s stand and pulsed puree a few times, “Bottoms up!” 

***

Over the next two days Adan went through almost the entire two gallons of heavy cream he’d bought in anticipation of his “staycation”, which he’d begun thinking of as his “gaincation”. So he had to go and restock, he might have gone a little bit overboard but the “little gainer” in his head was hungry, and when the little gainer is hungry Adan listens. Especially this week, since he would have so many chances to gorge. When he got back from the grocery store he had four more gallons of heavy cream, three gallons of ice cream, five frozen pizzas, and assorted other junk food that brought his grocery bill to a grand total of over 250 dollars. 

The money-conscious side of his brain had its misgivings but his stomach had demanded every morsel. Now it was just a matter of whether he’d be able to eat it all before the roomies got back. He’d managed to stay bloated basically from the time they left ‘til now, and he was eager to see if he could keep that up. Gotta keep that “little gainer” happy, and hopefully make sure he doesn’t stay “little” for too much loner!

He glanced at the old blender; he’d been putting it through its paces. But it still worked like a charm even if the smell of melting plastic was starting earlier than usual. He went to it, opened a couple quarts of his cream, and began to load the blender with ice cream. Adan pressed the puree button and watched the blades prep another massive calorie bomb for his belly. The motor whined and whirred, he paused for a moment to drop in a couple dollops of peanut butter and then sprayed a generous amount of chocolate syrup into the mix. After a single moment’s hesitation he followed that with several large Reese’s pumpkins; again tipping a metaphorical hat to the “little gainer” in his head. “’Tis the season!” he muttered and laughed as he pressed the puree button again.

The smell of melting plastic started to get more noticeable after a few more minutes. But Adan kept it going, wanting the mixture to be as smooth as possible so he could gulp it right down. He took his finger off the puree button and took the lid off. It smelled wonderful, his stomach gurgled softly. He chugged the shake right out of the pitcher. He started to unscrew the blades from the bottom of the pitcher and load them along with the carafe into the dishwasher. But he hesitated, a thought rose to the surface of his mind. “Have another…” He could almost hear it. He shook his head and grinned, “Why not, little gainer. You’ve never steered me wrong, only ever steered me fatter!” He got his cream back out of the fridge and reloaded the pitcher.

The blender made a soft grinding noise and sputtered a little, the melted plastic smell tinged with something more pungent…it was getting really strong, but Adan reasoned that the old appliance could stand a few more seconds. He’d give it rest after this one, but he was in a gluttonous mood. He pawed at his plump midsection, squeezing a handful of fat below his navel. He couldn’t wait for there to be more of him there, and for there to be more of his chest, and more of his round bubble butt, and more everywhere. 

The second shake had blended smoothness, and he took his finger off the puree button. As he chugged this second one down he had the strangest feeling that he was being watched, even that someone behind him had rested their hand on his shoulder. He glanced to the side, no one there. But still, another gluttonous thought rose up unbidden, “Why not make another two…or three, who cares if the old blender gives out, the belly wants more.” 

His stomach gurgled again, both from a vague desire for more and from fullness. He put the idea of a third pitcherful of shake out of his mind. But, as he lumbered to bed that night with his stomach bloated and sloshing with thousands of calories inside it, he thought he might just start shooting for higher and higher numbers of pre-bedtime shakes in the future. 

***

That night he had a strange dream, a massive shadow loomed over him with flickering golden and red lights where its eyes would be. The shadow seemed to have weight and softness, despite the fact that it was…well…a shadow. The blender also featured in his dream, blending up a seemingly endless supply of the richest and most fattening shake he’d ever tasted. 

He awoke the next morning feeling somewhat anxious, the oppressive but not-quite-unpleasant weight of the shadow still lingering. He was somewhat vexed by this, but it wasn’t the most pressing sensation he was feeling. He was HUNGRY! One hand went to his plump midsection as his stomach rumbled loudly. He paused, his belly felt bigger, he looked down and couldn’t say for sure whether it was or not. 

“Probably just the calories from those shakes showing up,” He said as he stood up and stretched, coaxing a few satisfying cracks out of his back. Adan opened his door and started toward the kitchen when a loud burst of sound startled him so badly that he nearly fell. 

It had been a harsh mechanical whirring, and it had only lasted for a second. Eyes wide he hurried into the kitchen, sure he'd find someone there but it was empty. Something else, however, was not. The pitcher on the blender was at least half full. Adan stared at perplexed and then walked closer. 

“I…I must not have finished that last shake,” He said aloud as if trying to convince himself. But when he put his hand on the pitcher it was cold. 

“Drink up…” A voice said in his ear, and Adan flinched. But when he turned there was no one there. His hand, still gripping the handle of the pitcher, lifted it up unconsciously. And though his eyes were wide and his expression was anxious, he immediately started to chug the shake.