elevenses
17th April 2010, 01:35 PM
DISCLAIMER: This is a real slowburner and what I've written so far barely gets on to gaining stuff, so I don't recommend reading this if you want to get off, because you'll just be frustrated and disappointed. This is an ongoing story, I already have it planned, I just dunno when I'll carry on with it. And lastly, I've never been to America, and this is very openly a depiction of the America in my imagination, not the real place.
In many ways this is a totally standard college gainer story, but It's also a bit different. I hope someone apart from me gets some enjoyment out of it anyway.
1.
Dave lived in a squat in South London and ate a lot of beans. He lived with his friends and they all ate a lot of beans together. The hallway was half bikes, all leaning up against each other, skinny frames covered in political stickers, jutted up on top of each other, all angles. In the hallway, above the kitchen, was a sign, in felt tip “THIS IS A VEGAN HOUSEHOLD”. The smell of good vegan cooking wafted through the house most of the day- all bean chilli, tofu stir fry. It was good food, the vegetables were mainly skipped (taken from a bin) from Tescos, and everyone ate together 3 times a day. Dave ate a lot of beans and cycled a lot. He liked his friends, they were all from working class backgrounds, full of politics and anger and dignity. He tried to be the same, eventually his plummy private school accent disappeared under something more generic and his friends were polite enough not to draw attention to his class background, even in arguments that he often won due to his time in the debating team at school. Dave's hair was long and he'd grown a beard, he was slim and fit, a mass of jet black hair covered his chest and pale concave belly. He was always a little bit hungry.
They were evicted by a burly bunch of privately contracted 'security personell' hired by the company that owned the building. Everything they didn't manage to grab was smashed inside the squat- it was made sure that place was uninhabitable to it wouldn't be squatted again. Dave didn't manage to grab anything, everything he owned was smashed. He only had the clothes on his body, a fitted black Smiths T – shirt with “meat is murder” scrawled on it and a pair of tight skinny jeans with a metal studded belt. His friends, homeless, dispersed around South London, blagging sofas from other activists who lived around, other squats. Dave said he had to go and see his parents. He did. The day before his Mum had called him telling him he had a letter from America, she'd opened it on his behalf, of course, he'd got into Harvard.
He stayed with his parents for a week before his plane left. They bought him new clothes, stuff he hated, expensive, smart casual, conformist, pastel colours. He didn't change out of his black t shirt and jeans the whole week. Food was awful that week- none of the staff understood vegan food at all so he ended up just eating potatoes and whatever vegetables weren't sautéed in butter. His parents arranged everything, tuition fees, rent for a room, his allowance of $5000 a month.
During the entire flight his visualised the carbon emmisions streaming behind the plane, rising up the atmosphere, heating up, changing the climate, eventually causing a flood in Ethiopia claiming thousands of lives. There was no vegan food on the flight. He was hungry.
2.
Dave did well at Harvard, he was eloquent and self assured, in class he spoke out against the very privilege they were all benefiting from there. He still only wore the expensive clothes his parents bought for him when his black t shirt and jeans were in the wash, his hair was still long and his beard unkempt so most people just disregarded him as a dirty hippy. Still, he held his ground. There was this guy who always brushed him off with some joke and a laugh- the joke was always his unashamed selfishness, but he always meant every word “but meat is sooooo goood.” “aw man I love my SUV man, she's sweet, could never give her up, nuh uh.” “Well who else is gonna get our clothes made?” he was smart and he knew the deal, but he didn't give a shit. He was hot too, all American boy; hot, light brown hair, white teeth, handsome... he was also about 5 stone, 70lbs, 30kg overweight. His whole body was chunky from the weight, and the rest of the fat lay in his belly, always pushing out his shirts or riding up his t shirts. Dave had the weight of the world on his shoulders, this guy just had weight. What disturbed Dave the most was how casual this guy was about their political differences, here's an all American boy, rich and right-wing to the core, he's meant to hate communists but he treated it like they just supported different football teams. After any class where they both had had a heated debate he'd also give him a big grin and pat him on the back when leaving the class, like they'd just played a game of squash. Dave thought maybe it's because he's foreign, maybe for this guy communism's something foreigners do, or maybe it's because he's rich, and nothing trumps the fraternity of privilege. Dave didn't know why his eyes kept resting on the guy's stomach.
At Marty's a cafe near the college where a lot of students hung out Dave was eating fries and drinking black coffee and talking to another British student he'd met, Mel, about music. A few tables away he spotted the guy from his class eating a burger full of sauce and telling loud jokes to a group of friends. He seemed to really relish the burger, he ate it quickly but every bite was savoured. Dave wondered if this guy had any intention of losing weight at all “Dave?”
“huh?”
“I said did you see that documentary?”
“ooh, yeah, was good.”
At this point the American Boy seemed to have spotted Dave, he gave Dave a massive burger smile and screeched his chair back and got up and came over gregariously, he rubbed his greasy hand on a serviette and shoved his hand out at Dave “Heeeeeeeyy! Commie vegan boy!” Dave couldn't help but be entirely charmed under the loom of this burger eating hand shaker, he took his hand and smiled with humour
“Capitalist pig boy, hey, I'm Dave”
“Daaaave! Right! Hey Dave, I'm Matt. So how do you guys know each other?” He was looking at Mel, Mel was looking at Matt with a casual familiarity.
“We're British” Mel smiled. How did Mel know this guy?
“Right, the British thing, I guess you guys can smell a teapot brewing from a mile off huh? That's how you find each other?” Dave was really starting to like this American patriot.
“Actually back in England David lived in the neighbouring castle, we used to joust as children.” Mel said. Matt liked that.
“Hey! You guys should come out drinking with us tonight, it'll be awesome.”
“Sure!” Dave said, Mel looked at him kinda surprised, she liked the big American goofball too, but couldn't think of two more opposing characters than Dave and Matt.
“Cool!” Matt made sure they knew the details of the bar they were going to and then returned to his table. Dave noticed that an ice cream and been sitting waiting for Matt and he swiftly finished it off.
Matt went back to his room after the cafe and looked in the mirror. Since his past regime of home cooked vegan squat food had left him he'd been losing weight while here in America, it had become a lot harder to eat. The low level hunger that had always accompanied him between meals had now stepped up a gear and was with him all the time, even when he ate it wasn't really enough. He did look pretty greasy too with his long hair and beard, and something about tonight made him want to look good so he decided that he'd stop over at a barber on the way to the bar. He had a shower and cooked up some rice and beans and then stepped out.
The barber was fat and Italian and used a straight razor. The barber's enormous stomach pressed against Dave's chest as he scraped the razor around Dave's face, along the contours of his neck. Dave could not understand why he had an erection.
At the bar there were a few of Matt's friends, and Mel was there when he got there too, laughing and joking.
“Daaave! What'll it be?”
“Oh, erm.” Dave hadn't got drunk since he'd been in America, in Europe he knew which beers were vegan and which were not but here in the states he had no idea what he could drink. “Just, er, an orange juice.”
“An orange juice? Come on you don't drink either? I can tell you're gagging for nice cold beer.” Dave was gagging for a nice cold beer.
“Yeah I drink, it's just, I dunno what's vegan and what's not.” at this Matt's eyebrows shot up and he broke into the biggest grin ever, he grabbed Dave's shoulder, flung his head back, and started laughing the loudest laugh Dave had ever heard.
“Oh man, vegan beer? Come on! It's not meat! It's not milk! Lighten the hell up!” Dave didn't get what was so weird about vegan beer, it's weirder that they put fish oil in the stuff.
“Sometimes they put fish oil in...” Matt just flung his arms up, he found the whole thing unbelievably hilarious.
“It's beer man! Beer's good!”
“Well, I guess, German beer is usually okay, because of the purity laws, and, like, usually the more expensive the more likely it is to be vegan, coz they add that crap to add taste to the cheap stuff.”
“Fine!” Matt turned to the barwoman “What's your most expensive German beer?” the barwoman raised her eyebrows a little and thought, and pointed to one. Matt bought it and presented it to Dave, triumphant. The beer tasted good. Really good. Dave felt the coolness in his mouth and the warmth in his whole body and decided to down it and order another.
It was a good night, rowdy, laughy, good spirited. Matt and Dave got more drunk than anyone else and when everyone else had decided it was time to get home to bed they were left just the two of them slouching in the corner. “I am reaaaally hungry” said Dave
“uh, me too” said Matt. They both got up and left the bar and started walking without discussing where they'd go. Dave just followed Matt. They ended up in a KFC. Dave's head started to spin, the beer felt really good in his body, his whole body, he found a wall and leant against it, holding his eyes tight he tried to keep his brain straight. Matt went up to the counter and started speaking. A few minutes later he came back to the table nearest Dave and put down a tray that was absolutely full of food. There was one bucket of chicken, an enormous Pepsi, a milkshake just as big, two burgers, and two large fries.
“Come on, sit down” he said to Dave. Dave saw the mountain of food and his beer sodden mouth watered, but he saw the meat and wondered how Matt was gonna get through all that, and what would he eat? Dave sat down opposite Matt. Matt pushed a burger to Dave, the milkshake, and the large fries. He laid out some paper and placed two pieces of chicken and four wings on it. Dave looked at Matt, and started to open his mouth.
“There's your fries.” said Matt, smiling, “All that other food, you don't have to eat it. There's your fries.” Matt grinned and picked up his burger and started eating. Dave didn't know what to do. It smelt so good and he was so hungry, and he'd been so hungry for so long, he took a couple of fries and chewed. It wasn't enough, he was fed up with fries, the beer in him was crying out for fried chicken. He opened the burger box and pretended to be detached and curious about what was in it. He picked up the burger, and looked. There was a big juicy piece of fried chicken, layered on top was a hash brown (he loved hash browns) and then there were two slices of bacon. Dave's mouth watered, his entire body watered for the food. He put down the burger and reached for a chicken leg, without another thought he plunged his mouth straight into the flesh, the flavour and fat and spices and crispyness immediately rewarded his mouth, he ripped off a large chunk of flesh from the bone and ate it. He looked at the meat he'd just bitten into, he could see the oil from the frying, it was moist, glistening, and exactly what he wanted. He wanted more, his belly was crying out for it, he cleaned the bone within a few seconds and then finished off the 4 wings, one after another, barely stopping to breath, oil dripping down his mouth, his mouth suddenly full of saliva crying out to be mixed with food food food. He ripped the lid off the milkshake, took out the straw and took a few gulps straight from the cup to wash down the chicken. Matt couldn't believe what a pig this vegan commie was, he was just hoping to get some satisfaction from seeing a drunk vegan maybe drink a milkshake, or take a bite of some meat, he never expected this would happen, he seemed to have released some beast from this guy, he seemed like more of a glutton than Matt was. Dave picked up his friedchickenhashbrownyes burger and finished it in two bites, the combination of hash brown and fried chicken was the best thing that he could remember ever happening to his mouth. “Hey, dude, take it easy” Matt said, amused, surprised impressed. Dave looked up at Matt and grabbed one of his fries as an answer. Matt was right though, Dave's belly was suddenly being engorged with piles of food it wasn't used to, he was feeling full, really full.
“Stick your belly out” Matt advised. Dave looked at him questioningly but he stuck his belly out and it seemed to make it feel better, he pushed it out as hard as possible, he still wanted food and he needed space.
“More chicken” Dave was looking at Matt's bucket, there were two pieces of fried chicken and some wings, Matt looked like he didn't wanna let go of it. “Come on Matt, you're fat already.” Matt laughed at this and passed Dave another leg of chicken, he wanted to see how much this puritan vegan commie would eat. Dave plunged his mouth on the chicken, it tasted amazing again, he wanted it in his belly straight away but he was having to eat slower coz he was starting to strain. He finished it off, he grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them in his mouth, Matt laughed, then Dave took the milkshake and gulped it down until he got brain freeze. Matt laughed, Dave's brain and belly were cold from the milkshake, and he was trying to push his tiny belly out as much as possible so that the food would stay there. He could barely move.
“You'd better undo the button on those pants” Matt said. Dave's trousers were feeling tight, and where his belly was once concave it was now sticking out quite some way so that his fitted “Meat is Murder” t shirt was tight against his belly full of fried chicken. When the brain freeze alleviated, Dave undid the top button of his trousers and leaned back, trying to make room for the food. Matt had finished his meal but had eaten far less than Dave, he was satisfied though, and patted his belly. “C'mon, let's head back.” But Dave couldn't move, he'd never eaten so much food in his life, he didn't know what had come over him, Matt saw the look in his eyes “Better call a cab then”. They got a cab for the 10 minute journey to their rooms and Matt suggested that Dave crash on his couch so he didn't have to walk all the way back to his place, and Dave agreed, he needed help walking.
3.
Dave woke up the next morning on Matt's couch to the smell of frying bacon, his belly had gone down a little but he felt sure that there was some extra softness. The food smelt good, but he was appalled at himself by what he'd done last night and couldn't allow himself to carry on. Matt walked in with a plate piled in waffles and a frying pan, he put the plate down in front of Dave and poured the contents on the frying pan on top of the waffles, bacon tumbled down, along with a stream of grease. Matt smiled “Morning Dave.” he turned around, revealing a fat round arse in grey trackie bottoms, and returned to the kitchen. Dave salivated but decided to be strong. He took a fork and pushed the bacon off the waffles. He knew the waffles weren't vegan and were covered in bacon grease but he was hungry and could only be so strong. He lifted a whole waffle with his fork and bit into it. It tasted good. Really good. He wanted ten. The sweetness combined with the stodge and then the essential, delicious, lubrication provided by the fat was just beautiful for him and his belly cried out for fifty. He settled for his 4 waffles though and thanked Matt and passed him the plate. Matt looked at the bacon on the plate and shrugged and smiled, he picked it up and finished it himself. Dave watched Matt's belly wobble as he walked to the kitchen chewing bacon.
That night they both went out drinking together again, and they got very drunk again, and they ended up in KFC again and Dave ended up eating the same amount of food and getting a cab and sleeping on Matt's couch. Matt cooked bacon and waffles. Dave ate the bacon and waffles and it tasted amazing, he knew now why the waffles needed the bacon so badly, that crispyness and saltyness, and the fat, perfectly combining with the sweet carbohydrate of the waffle. That day they went out to a diner for lunch and ate piles of pancakes and bacon, then they went to an ice cream parlour and ate huge sundaes, in the evening they didn't get drunk but when out to an Italian restaurant for a 4 course meal. By the end of the night Matt had to get a cab for Dave again. For about a month this went on, they would go out every day and eat their meal at a diner or restaurant or ice cream parlour, and every day Dave would eat a little more, whilst Matt was content to carry on with his normal intake, Dave wanted more and more. After a few days Dave managed to get the cab to his and learn how to manage the stairs with a belly full of food on his own. Matt slightly missed cooking for Dave in the morning, but they usually met somewhere for brunch the next day anyway.
In many ways this is a totally standard college gainer story, but It's also a bit different. I hope someone apart from me gets some enjoyment out of it anyway.
1.
Dave lived in a squat in South London and ate a lot of beans. He lived with his friends and they all ate a lot of beans together. The hallway was half bikes, all leaning up against each other, skinny frames covered in political stickers, jutted up on top of each other, all angles. In the hallway, above the kitchen, was a sign, in felt tip “THIS IS A VEGAN HOUSEHOLD”. The smell of good vegan cooking wafted through the house most of the day- all bean chilli, tofu stir fry. It was good food, the vegetables were mainly skipped (taken from a bin) from Tescos, and everyone ate together 3 times a day. Dave ate a lot of beans and cycled a lot. He liked his friends, they were all from working class backgrounds, full of politics and anger and dignity. He tried to be the same, eventually his plummy private school accent disappeared under something more generic and his friends were polite enough not to draw attention to his class background, even in arguments that he often won due to his time in the debating team at school. Dave's hair was long and he'd grown a beard, he was slim and fit, a mass of jet black hair covered his chest and pale concave belly. He was always a little bit hungry.
They were evicted by a burly bunch of privately contracted 'security personell' hired by the company that owned the building. Everything they didn't manage to grab was smashed inside the squat- it was made sure that place was uninhabitable to it wouldn't be squatted again. Dave didn't manage to grab anything, everything he owned was smashed. He only had the clothes on his body, a fitted black Smiths T – shirt with “meat is murder” scrawled on it and a pair of tight skinny jeans with a metal studded belt. His friends, homeless, dispersed around South London, blagging sofas from other activists who lived around, other squats. Dave said he had to go and see his parents. He did. The day before his Mum had called him telling him he had a letter from America, she'd opened it on his behalf, of course, he'd got into Harvard.
He stayed with his parents for a week before his plane left. They bought him new clothes, stuff he hated, expensive, smart casual, conformist, pastel colours. He didn't change out of his black t shirt and jeans the whole week. Food was awful that week- none of the staff understood vegan food at all so he ended up just eating potatoes and whatever vegetables weren't sautéed in butter. His parents arranged everything, tuition fees, rent for a room, his allowance of $5000 a month.
During the entire flight his visualised the carbon emmisions streaming behind the plane, rising up the atmosphere, heating up, changing the climate, eventually causing a flood in Ethiopia claiming thousands of lives. There was no vegan food on the flight. He was hungry.
2.
Dave did well at Harvard, he was eloquent and self assured, in class he spoke out against the very privilege they were all benefiting from there. He still only wore the expensive clothes his parents bought for him when his black t shirt and jeans were in the wash, his hair was still long and his beard unkempt so most people just disregarded him as a dirty hippy. Still, he held his ground. There was this guy who always brushed him off with some joke and a laugh- the joke was always his unashamed selfishness, but he always meant every word “but meat is sooooo goood.” “aw man I love my SUV man, she's sweet, could never give her up, nuh uh.” “Well who else is gonna get our clothes made?” he was smart and he knew the deal, but he didn't give a shit. He was hot too, all American boy; hot, light brown hair, white teeth, handsome... he was also about 5 stone, 70lbs, 30kg overweight. His whole body was chunky from the weight, and the rest of the fat lay in his belly, always pushing out his shirts or riding up his t shirts. Dave had the weight of the world on his shoulders, this guy just had weight. What disturbed Dave the most was how casual this guy was about their political differences, here's an all American boy, rich and right-wing to the core, he's meant to hate communists but he treated it like they just supported different football teams. After any class where they both had had a heated debate he'd also give him a big grin and pat him on the back when leaving the class, like they'd just played a game of squash. Dave thought maybe it's because he's foreign, maybe for this guy communism's something foreigners do, or maybe it's because he's rich, and nothing trumps the fraternity of privilege. Dave didn't know why his eyes kept resting on the guy's stomach.
At Marty's a cafe near the college where a lot of students hung out Dave was eating fries and drinking black coffee and talking to another British student he'd met, Mel, about music. A few tables away he spotted the guy from his class eating a burger full of sauce and telling loud jokes to a group of friends. He seemed to really relish the burger, he ate it quickly but every bite was savoured. Dave wondered if this guy had any intention of losing weight at all “Dave?”
“huh?”
“I said did you see that documentary?”
“ooh, yeah, was good.”
At this point the American Boy seemed to have spotted Dave, he gave Dave a massive burger smile and screeched his chair back and got up and came over gregariously, he rubbed his greasy hand on a serviette and shoved his hand out at Dave “Heeeeeeeyy! Commie vegan boy!” Dave couldn't help but be entirely charmed under the loom of this burger eating hand shaker, he took his hand and smiled with humour
“Capitalist pig boy, hey, I'm Dave”
“Daaaave! Right! Hey Dave, I'm Matt. So how do you guys know each other?” He was looking at Mel, Mel was looking at Matt with a casual familiarity.
“We're British” Mel smiled. How did Mel know this guy?
“Right, the British thing, I guess you guys can smell a teapot brewing from a mile off huh? That's how you find each other?” Dave was really starting to like this American patriot.
“Actually back in England David lived in the neighbouring castle, we used to joust as children.” Mel said. Matt liked that.
“Hey! You guys should come out drinking with us tonight, it'll be awesome.”
“Sure!” Dave said, Mel looked at him kinda surprised, she liked the big American goofball too, but couldn't think of two more opposing characters than Dave and Matt.
“Cool!” Matt made sure they knew the details of the bar they were going to and then returned to his table. Dave noticed that an ice cream and been sitting waiting for Matt and he swiftly finished it off.
Matt went back to his room after the cafe and looked in the mirror. Since his past regime of home cooked vegan squat food had left him he'd been losing weight while here in America, it had become a lot harder to eat. The low level hunger that had always accompanied him between meals had now stepped up a gear and was with him all the time, even when he ate it wasn't really enough. He did look pretty greasy too with his long hair and beard, and something about tonight made him want to look good so he decided that he'd stop over at a barber on the way to the bar. He had a shower and cooked up some rice and beans and then stepped out.
The barber was fat and Italian and used a straight razor. The barber's enormous stomach pressed against Dave's chest as he scraped the razor around Dave's face, along the contours of his neck. Dave could not understand why he had an erection.
At the bar there were a few of Matt's friends, and Mel was there when he got there too, laughing and joking.
“Daaave! What'll it be?”
“Oh, erm.” Dave hadn't got drunk since he'd been in America, in Europe he knew which beers were vegan and which were not but here in the states he had no idea what he could drink. “Just, er, an orange juice.”
“An orange juice? Come on you don't drink either? I can tell you're gagging for nice cold beer.” Dave was gagging for a nice cold beer.
“Yeah I drink, it's just, I dunno what's vegan and what's not.” at this Matt's eyebrows shot up and he broke into the biggest grin ever, he grabbed Dave's shoulder, flung his head back, and started laughing the loudest laugh Dave had ever heard.
“Oh man, vegan beer? Come on! It's not meat! It's not milk! Lighten the hell up!” Dave didn't get what was so weird about vegan beer, it's weirder that they put fish oil in the stuff.
“Sometimes they put fish oil in...” Matt just flung his arms up, he found the whole thing unbelievably hilarious.
“It's beer man! Beer's good!”
“Well, I guess, German beer is usually okay, because of the purity laws, and, like, usually the more expensive the more likely it is to be vegan, coz they add that crap to add taste to the cheap stuff.”
“Fine!” Matt turned to the barwoman “What's your most expensive German beer?” the barwoman raised her eyebrows a little and thought, and pointed to one. Matt bought it and presented it to Dave, triumphant. The beer tasted good. Really good. Dave felt the coolness in his mouth and the warmth in his whole body and decided to down it and order another.
It was a good night, rowdy, laughy, good spirited. Matt and Dave got more drunk than anyone else and when everyone else had decided it was time to get home to bed they were left just the two of them slouching in the corner. “I am reaaaally hungry” said Dave
“uh, me too” said Matt. They both got up and left the bar and started walking without discussing where they'd go. Dave just followed Matt. They ended up in a KFC. Dave's head started to spin, the beer felt really good in his body, his whole body, he found a wall and leant against it, holding his eyes tight he tried to keep his brain straight. Matt went up to the counter and started speaking. A few minutes later he came back to the table nearest Dave and put down a tray that was absolutely full of food. There was one bucket of chicken, an enormous Pepsi, a milkshake just as big, two burgers, and two large fries.
“Come on, sit down” he said to Dave. Dave saw the mountain of food and his beer sodden mouth watered, but he saw the meat and wondered how Matt was gonna get through all that, and what would he eat? Dave sat down opposite Matt. Matt pushed a burger to Dave, the milkshake, and the large fries. He laid out some paper and placed two pieces of chicken and four wings on it. Dave looked at Matt, and started to open his mouth.
“There's your fries.” said Matt, smiling, “All that other food, you don't have to eat it. There's your fries.” Matt grinned and picked up his burger and started eating. Dave didn't know what to do. It smelt so good and he was so hungry, and he'd been so hungry for so long, he took a couple of fries and chewed. It wasn't enough, he was fed up with fries, the beer in him was crying out for fried chicken. He opened the burger box and pretended to be detached and curious about what was in it. He picked up the burger, and looked. There was a big juicy piece of fried chicken, layered on top was a hash brown (he loved hash browns) and then there were two slices of bacon. Dave's mouth watered, his entire body watered for the food. He put down the burger and reached for a chicken leg, without another thought he plunged his mouth straight into the flesh, the flavour and fat and spices and crispyness immediately rewarded his mouth, he ripped off a large chunk of flesh from the bone and ate it. He looked at the meat he'd just bitten into, he could see the oil from the frying, it was moist, glistening, and exactly what he wanted. He wanted more, his belly was crying out for it, he cleaned the bone within a few seconds and then finished off the 4 wings, one after another, barely stopping to breath, oil dripping down his mouth, his mouth suddenly full of saliva crying out to be mixed with food food food. He ripped the lid off the milkshake, took out the straw and took a few gulps straight from the cup to wash down the chicken. Matt couldn't believe what a pig this vegan commie was, he was just hoping to get some satisfaction from seeing a drunk vegan maybe drink a milkshake, or take a bite of some meat, he never expected this would happen, he seemed to have released some beast from this guy, he seemed like more of a glutton than Matt was. Dave picked up his friedchickenhashbrownyes burger and finished it in two bites, the combination of hash brown and fried chicken was the best thing that he could remember ever happening to his mouth. “Hey, dude, take it easy” Matt said, amused, surprised impressed. Dave looked up at Matt and grabbed one of his fries as an answer. Matt was right though, Dave's belly was suddenly being engorged with piles of food it wasn't used to, he was feeling full, really full.
“Stick your belly out” Matt advised. Dave looked at him questioningly but he stuck his belly out and it seemed to make it feel better, he pushed it out as hard as possible, he still wanted food and he needed space.
“More chicken” Dave was looking at Matt's bucket, there were two pieces of fried chicken and some wings, Matt looked like he didn't wanna let go of it. “Come on Matt, you're fat already.” Matt laughed at this and passed Dave another leg of chicken, he wanted to see how much this puritan vegan commie would eat. Dave plunged his mouth on the chicken, it tasted amazing again, he wanted it in his belly straight away but he was having to eat slower coz he was starting to strain. He finished it off, he grabbed a handful of fries and shoved them in his mouth, Matt laughed, then Dave took the milkshake and gulped it down until he got brain freeze. Matt laughed, Dave's brain and belly were cold from the milkshake, and he was trying to push his tiny belly out as much as possible so that the food would stay there. He could barely move.
“You'd better undo the button on those pants” Matt said. Dave's trousers were feeling tight, and where his belly was once concave it was now sticking out quite some way so that his fitted “Meat is Murder” t shirt was tight against his belly full of fried chicken. When the brain freeze alleviated, Dave undid the top button of his trousers and leaned back, trying to make room for the food. Matt had finished his meal but had eaten far less than Dave, he was satisfied though, and patted his belly. “C'mon, let's head back.” But Dave couldn't move, he'd never eaten so much food in his life, he didn't know what had come over him, Matt saw the look in his eyes “Better call a cab then”. They got a cab for the 10 minute journey to their rooms and Matt suggested that Dave crash on his couch so he didn't have to walk all the way back to his place, and Dave agreed, he needed help walking.
3.
Dave woke up the next morning on Matt's couch to the smell of frying bacon, his belly had gone down a little but he felt sure that there was some extra softness. The food smelt good, but he was appalled at himself by what he'd done last night and couldn't allow himself to carry on. Matt walked in with a plate piled in waffles and a frying pan, he put the plate down in front of Dave and poured the contents on the frying pan on top of the waffles, bacon tumbled down, along with a stream of grease. Matt smiled “Morning Dave.” he turned around, revealing a fat round arse in grey trackie bottoms, and returned to the kitchen. Dave salivated but decided to be strong. He took a fork and pushed the bacon off the waffles. He knew the waffles weren't vegan and were covered in bacon grease but he was hungry and could only be so strong. He lifted a whole waffle with his fork and bit into it. It tasted good. Really good. He wanted ten. The sweetness combined with the stodge and then the essential, delicious, lubrication provided by the fat was just beautiful for him and his belly cried out for fifty. He settled for his 4 waffles though and thanked Matt and passed him the plate. Matt looked at the bacon on the plate and shrugged and smiled, he picked it up and finished it himself. Dave watched Matt's belly wobble as he walked to the kitchen chewing bacon.
That night they both went out drinking together again, and they got very drunk again, and they ended up in KFC again and Dave ended up eating the same amount of food and getting a cab and sleeping on Matt's couch. Matt cooked bacon and waffles. Dave ate the bacon and waffles and it tasted amazing, he knew now why the waffles needed the bacon so badly, that crispyness and saltyness, and the fat, perfectly combining with the sweet carbohydrate of the waffle. That day they went out to a diner for lunch and ate piles of pancakes and bacon, then they went to an ice cream parlour and ate huge sundaes, in the evening they didn't get drunk but when out to an Italian restaurant for a 4 course meal. By the end of the night Matt had to get a cab for Dave again. For about a month this went on, they would go out every day and eat their meal at a diner or restaurant or ice cream parlour, and every day Dave would eat a little more, whilst Matt was content to carry on with his normal intake, Dave wanted more and more. After a few days Dave managed to get the cab to his and learn how to manage the stairs with a belly full of food on his own. Matt slightly missed cooking for Dave in the morning, but they usually met somewhere for brunch the next day anyway.