A Mystery Feast

He woke up, body shaking all over, and slowly raised himself up from the floor. He’d been out for a few drinks, and was supposed to meet someone for a date, but then he’d blacked out. The room was dark and chilly, but there was an inviting aroma in the air. He stood, his legs still shaking so much it made his small paunch wobble. He grimaced as a loud gurgle emanated from his padded stomach. 

Something about the ambiance of the room shifted slightly, it was like someone had chuckled knowingly but he didn’t hear anything. The smells grew stronger and a light turned on several hundred feet in front of him. With the sudden illumination he blinked, eyes stinging, but he could now see that the room he was in was enormous. The floor was padded in something firm but soft, it formed comfortably to the bottoms of his feet. And though it looked and felt somewhat like leather or textured latex it didn’t stick or creak under his footsteps.

He started to walk forward, directly under the light was a heavily laden table. There was SO MUCH FOOD on it! Every step closer he got made him feel hungrier, after only a few minutes he was practically running to reach it. Grilled and seared meats, still hot from the oven or the flames which had cooked them, beckoned him forward. Light pastries teased his senses, tugging at him visually while the sweet and rich scents drove thought of anything but eating from his head. 

He was there, standing over the table, for a moment he’s paralyzed with indecision. What to grab first? His stomach groans loudly, disgruntled at the delay, and he grabs a large fried drumstick from a platter. Tearing into the flavorful, fatty meat he moans from pleasure. He barely notices the warm sensation spreading over his body as he swallows. He’s so hungry! Grabbing blindly around the table; his hands find pork steaks, burgers, sausages, waffles, pancakes, pizza, even casseroles. He’s halfway through a large cheddar and broccoli casserole before he notices that there are, in fact, utensils available. He languidly cleans the cheese and grease from his hands, lapping and sucking every single calorie of it into his mouth, then starts to shovel more of it into his mouth with the large serving fork. 

The warmth spreading over his body becomes more intense, and he feels his shirt starting to become snug. Without thinking he whips the garment off and tosses it back behind him. The place is empty, and he has more important things to worry about anyway. 

‘So much food…need more…’ He huffs softly, a slow mantra in his head driving him to keep eating. ‘More…more…more…more…more…’

He ate and ate and ate, and never seemed to have to change positions at the table…or shuffle the emptied plates around. There was always just more ready to be consumed within easy reach. And all the while as he gorged, his body grew unnoticed by him. 

Side rolls thickened and grew deeper, his small paunch grew rounder and began to sag. Bright stretch marks began to stripe his soft form, making him look like some kind of cherry or strawberry swirled ice cream. He didn’t pay any attention, even as his weight climbed by more than 50 pounds since he started eating. 

Huffing softly, he leans against the table and pulls a plate of sliders towards himself. The edge nudges into his soft belly, which confuses him for a moment but then he’s lost in gluttony once more. 

A loud tearing noise rips through the quiet of the room, followed by that amused sensation again. His button flies off and his torn jeans flop down to the floor. Doughy thighs can now be seen beginning to encroach on his knees. His heavy round rear juts out behind him and droops slightly. A pudgy hand comes up and rubs at the side of his face, the softness makes him pause…then his gaze moves to the plump digits of his hand. 

“F…fat??” He puffs, but a moment later his stomach roars for more, and he can’t help but acquiesce to its demands. 

He starts to gorge again. His cheeks grow rounder, connecting to his plush double chin…which is rapidly transforming into a triple…then quadruple chin. His arms plump up, upper arms beginning to droop over his elbows. His forearms start to conquer his wrists. As his belly, now large and wide and sagging, presses against the side of the table and though he’s increasingly aware of his advancing adiposity…he’s powerless to stop eating. 

Now more than 250 pounds heavier, perhaps far more than even that, than when he’d awakened, his legs tremble not from uncertainty but from fatigue due to the growing burden they have to hold up. Just as he’s about to collapse to the floor… ‘I won’t be able to reach the food!!!’ He thinks, horrified at the thought…he feels something soft and supportive under his large rump. His back and core, exhausted from the effort of remaining upright, gives way and he slumps against something made of the same material. The table changes shape, becoming an arc around his wide form to keep every morsel within reach of his fat hands. 

Now easily three or four times the size he was the previous night;  the enormous mounds of his moobs sagging down his sides, his huge belly spreading onto the floor in front of him and underneath the table, his blubbery chin flab rests in his corpulent cleavage. The man is now so utterly packed with fat over his entire body that he can barely move his flab laden arms. But the food still finds his hungry mouth, still packs into him and fattens him further. 

He looks beyond the table for the first time and sees a vast mirror. His reflection is unrecognizable except for his hair…still the same as it had been that morning before he’d gone out for the day. But every inch of him beyond that is stuffed with flab, his arms are huge and pillowy, his thighs are bigger around than most fat people’s waists, his belly is enormous. He blushes as he realizes that he could easily accommodate at least three people on it. Even his hands have grown plump and round from accruing adipose. And finally, he notices the reason he’s still gorging despite being so fat he can’t bend his arms. The food on the table is now surrounded by a faint aura, now and then a morsel will rise up and push into his mouth. 

The gargantuan gluttonous glob of girth gulps each of these down with gusto, all thoughts of anything but eating now a distant memory. Where before he’d been shocked and disconcerted by his weight gain he was sinking into a growing sensation of pride in his adipose enormity. The soft mantra of “More…more…more...” is louder now, more insistent. He knows he won’t resist it ever again. He opens wide for a large cake to press into his eager maw.

To Be Continued..?