Bob’s Gaining Journey - Part 8 (Patreon)

When we woke up, it was the middle of the afternoon and we hadn't eaten since morning. The audible angriness of my stomach made Oscar propose a solution:
“Hey, I know a place near this gym that would satisfy that hungry beast.”
“Ok then! Let’s go!”

We washed (once again) before heading out to Oscar’s favorite restaurant.

“This place is famous for its food challenges,” he said. “If you complete one, your photo will be on the wall. Those should be easy for you! I bet we could fill that entire wall with your victories. Wanna try?”

He was visibly excited about me doing those food challenges. I understood fast enough that it was all just a pretext for Oscar to watch me eat. He wanted to see how much food that gigantic belly could contain since the very first time he lay eyes on it.

As we entered, my belly brushed both sides of the double door. We made sure to ask for a table on the terrace outside, knowing full well what happens when I fill that beast.

They put me in a booth, a half-circle bench that welcomed my fat ass perfectly, with a lot of space on each side. It’s supposed to fit 3 people, but hey, they knew I would eat enough for three. Or maybe more. A lot more. Luckily, the table wasn’t bolted to the ground. On his side, Oscar had tiny foldable chairs. He had to use one for each of his meaty butt cheeks! We looked like two elephants in a porcelain shop, obviously too big for the world around us.

We looked at the “food challenge” section of the menu and decided to do things simply: we’ll eat our way down the list.

The first one was a simple burger, but a tall one. 10 juicy patties, and 25 strips of bacon.

They told us we had 45 minutes to complete the challenge… I was so hungry; I grabbed my fork and picked the bread and the first meat patty of the stack and shoved them in my mouth, and swallowed them whole. I finished it in 3 minutes.

The waiter took a picture of me with a polaroid and pinned it on the hall of fame wall. I didn’t feel like I was deserving of any kind of praise. That burger was a joke to me! It felt like an amuse-bouche, a sausage on a toothpick, nothing more. That old polaroid camera better has a second roll ready because I was about to dominate that wall of fame.

While Oscar was still munching on his pile of meat, I ordered the second challenge on the list. It was the famous 72 oz steak. It reminded us of that scene in The Great Outdoors. We were both surprised to finish it with a lot less distress than John Candy’s character. In fact, it boosted our confidence for the plates to come.

Woof. That amount of red meat had me drenched in sweat. The big bodybuilder, on the other hand, used to consume that amount of meat and was happy to devour his to the bone. We finished the thing like joyful cavemen and smiled on the wall of fame polaroid picture.

Next: a 30” pizza. In my trucker days, I had developed a technique to eat in no time: I rolled the pizza like a burrito and munched on the huge cylinder. After 5 minutes, the whole thing disappeared. Oscar and the waiter couldn’t believe their eyes. Not only because I finished ingesting the third food challenge in a matter of minutes, but because I didn’t look tired or full at all. My large stomach capacity was showing just how much it could contain without the need to expand.

The next challenge arrived. The plate was immense. On it, a tall stack of 16” pancakes covered in a mountain of fruits and syrup. There was enough food for two whole weeks’ worth of breakfast. I was standing up above the plate and dug in at a rapid pace, stuffing my cheeks with the biggest bites I could. That thing was so filling that I had to sit down after the challenge. I put a hand on my belly and tested the pressure: the ball wasn’t soft anymore. I had successfully stuffed it full.

I rested a bit while Oscar was finishing his pizza, slice by slice: he decided that it would be his last one. Still, he had conquered 3 challenges in a row, he was proud of himself! His abs were fully distended into a nice ball gut. He could have eaten a bit more, but he preferred to watch the show. He thumped my belly to feel its solidity with stars in his eyes.

“Hey, is it me or that belly of yours is getting bigger? You’re getting full, are you?”

“That belly is not empty anymore, sure. But now, it’s time to stretch it like a balloon! I can’t reach the table anymore, can you help me out with the next one?”
The sugar rush from the fruits and syrup of the pancakes energized me. Time to get even bigger.

Next up: sushi. 200 of them. Oscar positioned himself behind me. He was stretching his arms over my shoulders to reach the table. The back of my head was sinking in the crease of his pecs. He grabbed a stack of sushi and started to stuff them into my mouth one by one. All I could do was swallow as fast as I could. I felt my stomach expand rapidly to accommodate the ridiculous amount of rice pushed into me. It slowly pushed the table away. In 15 minutes, all the 200 sushis were inside me. I was noticeably bigger after this round.

“Woof, that platter of sushi sure was heavy, I wonder how much you weigh now?”
“I prefer not to think about it… at least, not until I’m full.”
“What? You’re not done?”

“No…BUUUUUUUUPPPP…Not yet.”

Next: milkshake. That one was easy. Just two oversized pitchers filled with more than a gallon of foamy ice cream each. I chugged the whole thing in one go. I thought that each challenge would be my last, but I was still able to push myself further every single time. When my tongue licked the last drop of those gallons of milkshake out of my mustache, I concluded that I had no limit anymore. I was just going to get bigger until the last edible thing in that restaurant was inside me.

I was starting to look cartoonishly inflated. Not only was my belly blown up, but the liquid, carbs, and sugar were bloating my face and every part of my body as if I had been stung by a bee.

“Damn Bob, you look absolutely swollen. Wow, you had a good run! I wish I could eat as much as you!”

“Not…done. More…”, was the only thing I could say between my inflated cheeks.

“Good god, let’s hope you don’t pop on me!”

The waiter, irritated, took the 6th photo of me. He had to take it farther every time to capture my entire body in the frame.

The Pho Soup challenge was next. It looked like a witch’s cauldron filled up with soup. Oscar helped me lift the thing and brought it to my lips. I took a spoon in each hand and brought the solid elements of the soup into my mouth, while gravity was drowning me in liquid. I just kept swallowing the liters of soup and the pounds of meat and noodles; my mouth didn’t even close one time during the whole process.

I was visibly swelling. Maybe it was the huge amount of air I was ingesting from the inability to close my mouth, maybe it was the sheer amount of food and liquid that was entering me, or maybe I was so full that each bite was stretching my body to an even bigger size. Oscar put the bowl down, and I realized that it was about the same size as his enormous ball belly. Damn, that soup was something.

I could feel the weight of that soup sloshing inside me. I was so heavy… The chair was creaking under me. Uh-oh.

BAM!

It broke into pieces and I fell to the ground on my huge ass. I felt fat before, but at that moment, I had reached a new high. I was a blubbery mess spreading several feets in every direction.

“Are you ok!?”

“Yeah…Too…heavy…now… I guess…”

The shockwave of the drop shook everything inside me. My stomach was groaning intensely.

“My God, the sounds coming from your body… I know you’re willing to stuff yourself to conquer those challenges, but I think you may be full now!”

“I had been…beyond capacity..for a while now… but not an excuse…to stop. I… want… mooooorrrrrrrrrrpppppppppp”

My words transformed into belches. Even if I was trying to reduce the pressure, I still felt fuller and fuller by the second.

The sounds inside me continued. They got louder. Deeper. Like the growling of a deep-sea creature.

The pressure was growing. Oscar put his hand on my belly and felt it grow under his finger.

“What’s happening?”

“I’m… I’m inflating… ooooooooooo….”

The bodybuilder quickly removed the table before my swelling belly had the chance to knock it down.

My ultra stretchy pants couldn’t contain me anymore and it just exploded in tiny bits of fabric.

I moaned and panted as I was somehow inflating even bigger.

“Oooooooffffff…..Aaaahhhhhhh….Pufffffffffffff”

My belly, my fat pad and my ass just merged into a huge cushion, inflating under me. I was pushed higher and higher in the air.

The waiter was horrified and yet fascinated by the strange spectacle. He couldn’t look away while I was expanding in front of him.

“It’s the liquid, sir”, he said. “We always recommend avoiding drinking for a while after the pancake or sushi challenge. Those would soak up any liquid and expand in your stomach. Same thing for the crust of that pizza. I wonder many pounds of dough you ingested”

“Pfffffffff….bbuuuuurrrrrppppp..Ooooooooo”
“Also, you should have eaten the Pho Soup slowly, because the noodle will also swell and the soup will thicken inside you!”

“Woooooooooaaaaahhhhh…. BUUUUUURRRRRRPPPPPP!!!” I continued to moan as my body was still swelling like a balloon.

“And the milkshake was still full of air when you chugged it! No wonder you’re so full of gas!”

Oscar was mad at him. “And you didn’t warn us? Look at him, he’s about to explode!”

“Well, it was his own decision to eat like a pig, if it was too much for him, he should have known better”

The big bodybuilder was even more furious, and so was I. I had just broken the record on 6 of their food challenges in a single sitting. Did he really say that I was too weak? I frowned, clenched my teeth, and pushed my stomach out, to inflate it quickly.

The waiter couldn’t move fast enough and my immense, growing stomach hit him like a wall. He fell to the ground. I took a step forward and dropped my belly on his legs. I was still swelling, and slowly burying him inch by inch. My mountain of heavy blubber was like lava, slowly advancing. Only his head was peeking out now, turning purple, trying to catch his breath.

“You think I can’t do it? That I’m too weak to conquer every single one of your challenges? Bring me the last one.”

Oscar lifted my belly to let the poor man fly to the kitchen, traumatized. He then turned to me. “Bob, are you sure you want to keep going?” He caressed my swollen belly, worried. “Your fat is not as soft as before, it’s hard as a rock. You’re stuffed, man! The final challenge may burst you!”

“So you’re doubting too? I’m an eating machine. The best one there is.”

I was thinking about the young boy who has out-eaten me years prior, and it was my revenge. A chance to prove that nobody could beat me now, and won’t be for years to come. I could already see the hall of fame with the photos of today’s transformation.

The scared waiter rolls a cart with the final piece: “The big dog.”

It was simply a hot dog. But the biggest hot dog we ever saw. It was for groups of 20 people or more: you would cut yourself a slice, and it would be enough for a meal. The diameter of the sausage itself was large enough to fill your entire mouth, almost as big as a burger meat patty.

“You’re ready for the big sausage? I swear you look ready to burst!”, Oscar asked, long hot dog in hand.

He was right. I was so inflated, all I could feel was my entire body trying to stretch to ease the pressure.

Oscar couldn’t reach my mouth anymore, so he climbed on a chair, then, on my enormous belly. He was able to sit on it with plenty of room to spare.

“OOOOOFFFFFFFFF”

The weight of Oscar’s muscled body, gorged with food, deformed my belly: like a big exercise ball, it flattened a bit and expanded all around me. My circumference expanded dramatically.

“Just one hot dog left! Come on big guy, I’m sure we can force it down.”

“Push… it… hard…”

I took a deep breath as if I was about to go underwater. He slid the gigantic cylinder into my mouth and pushed it hard with both hands.

My throat was forced to open up and stretch, like a snake swallowing a large animal. It was deforming me from the inside.

As soon as the bread touched the liquid in my stomach, it began to soak up and expand.

Meanwhile, the sausage, still intact and rigid as a stick, pushed the content in my stomach, triggering once again some chemical reactions.

I was ballooning again. Oscar could feel my body expanding under him. He was rising in the air.

-Just a bit more....! God, you’re getting enormous!

Only half of the hot dog was inside me, and I was already near the point of bursting. I tried to relax every muscle of my body to allow some expansion.

That’s when I just let everything go. I just let myself lose control and became completely passive. It was a moment of bliss. I had only one purpose: getting bigger.

I produced a deep but loud moan that resonated in my round body like a subwoofer. Stretching sounds could be heard.  My belly was shaking from the pressure.

-Don’t pop now, you’re almost done!

I couldn’t breathe. The hotdog was completely blocking my throat and filling my entire mouth. I was turning purple. I had to swallow, or else I would faint.

But the last foot of the hot dog wouldn’t go down. Oscar pushed harder, but it just crushed the last part of it inside my mouth, making my cheeks balloon up.

The whole thing was inside me now, I just had to swallow. But I couldn’t.

The muscles in my cheeks were about to tear and my cheeks about to pop.
As a defense mechanism, my mouth closed around the tip of the sausage and contracted, pushing the mound of bread and meat from my cheeks down my throat, in a worrying swallowing sound.

I instantly blew up a notch bigger in every direction for the last time. I was panting and breathing heavily.

Oscar carefully climbed down from my belly, which was even taller now. It didn’t even jiggle when the 400 pounds man removed his weight: the sphere was so full that it was solid as a rock.

-You did it! You conquered every single challenge in a single sitting! Oh my god! Look at you! You’re such a blimp! Stuffed to the absolute maximum. The best eater there is.

That was exactly the thing I needed to hear. I stopped panicking and I just enjoyed his words and my supersized body.

Right on cue, the waiter, scared, slowly walked toward us with his camera. He was afraid I would explode. He took the picture, and completed the wall of fame. 8 pictures of me, bigger and bigger, completing every challenge that they would throw at me. My achievement will be undefeated forever. I will be a legend among the competitive eaters.

-Now, we have to get you out of here…

I couldn’t move a muscle. My feet couldn’t even touch the ground at that point. I was an immobile blob of fat. I was so round that there was only one solution to move me around…

Oscar rolled my spherical body back to the gym, not without effort. Even with his weight and strength, he still looked like an overworked Sisyphus, rolling a giant rock around town.

Our course ended in the backyard of the gym, near the hot tub. I looked at it, and realized that the entire tub would fit INSIDE me with room to spare.

He rolled me back on my butt, and I was just sitting there, arms and legs dangling in the air, floating on each side of my immense body.

Our energy crashed at the same time: his from the heavy lifting and pushing he’s been doing, and me from the ridiculous amount of food that I had eaten.

He lay down on a lounge chair to take a nap, and I closed my eyes and immediately fell asleep.

To be continued.