Jackson, part 11 - story by Sarav59 (Patreon)

‘Oh... (gulp)… so delicious…’

Jackson could barely breathe, he was eating so quickly. 

He had been hooked up to a feeding machine for months with only the taste of a sweet sugary mixture in his mouth. Now all the salty savory food his body had been desperately craving was before him. 

He had no idea how much he was eating... but he didn't care. 

As he stood there stooped over the table, high on the smell of fried onions and chicken wings, an increasing pressure was building in his feet. 

The pain he had been feeling from running near moments ago had disappeared beneath a dopamine-fueled binge of eating. But his physical exhaustion… that was catching up to him. 

His feet were gradually spreading outwards. Pushed apart by his drooping gut. Slowly... moving apart... and bit by bit his center of gravity was shifting. 

He didn't know it but this would be his last moment standing.