Bob & Oscar's Perfect Evening - Chapter 3 (Patreon)

The same Uber Eats delivery man as before was at the door. He knew that we ate the piles of pizza boxes he brought us earlier, and couldn’t even imagine how big we must have become. He read the delivery instructions and began to shake in terror. “The door is unlocked,” it says, “please come in to give us our food. Careful, we are hungry!”

He was carrying a mountain of fattening food onto a chariot. Enough to feed an army. But he knew all too well that there were only the two of us.

When he turned the corner to the living room and saw Oscar’s belly, he jumped and put his hands on his mouth to prevent himself from screaming. To him, we looked like ogres that could eat him whole. I remembered how Oscar swallowed those muffins and I wondered if he could actually eat that man. One thing was sure: he could fit several times in each of our bellies.

We saw the fear in his eyes and decided to have some fun. We overplayed it.

B: “What are you waiting for? Quick! This man is hungry! Give me the first bag!”

He threw it nervously to me and I unpacked piece by piece, stuffing each one into Oscar's ravenous mouth. The big man ate quickly and audibly, to make the prank even more real.

B:” Thank you, let’s hope this whole order will be enough. You wouldn’t want to be too close to him when he runs out of food!”

The man side-stepped at the speed of light. He could only nervously reply: “That will be…*gulp*… 905 dollars, please. Is... Is it all for him?”

B: “Of course not. I’m very hungry too, and I can grow way bigger than him when I’m full. But I would need a lot more than you can carry to reach my maximum size.”

We burst into laughter and gave the man a generous tip. He took the money and once again run for his life as far as he could from us.

O: “Ha ha ha! That was hilarious!”

B: “The funniest thing is, most of what we said was true! We ARE gonna eat that entire feast!”

O: “Fuck yeah we will.”

I took a portion of the order and spread it on Oscar’s extensive belly shelf. I did the same. We started eating as if it was our first meal of the day. After a while, we started to discuss with our mouths full of delicious food.

O: “Sometimes, I think about “Magnus’ Quest.”

B: “The fantasy book from our childhood? Haha yeah, me too, all the time. You know, the author was a friend of my father!”
O: “Oh, really?”

B: “Yes! He gave us a copy when I was a child. When they made the cartoon version, I watched Magnus use magic to make himself grow so many times…the VHS tape worned out!”

O: “Me too! The muscle growth episode was unforgettable.”
B: “No, the best episode was the one where he eats the food of an entire village. He was so big and round…”

We caressed our immense bellies for a bit, thinking back about those inflation scenes while stuffing our faces.

O: “I mean… What if it’s real?”
B: “Ha ha ha. Are you serious? Are you still drunk?”
O: “Remember the intro where he said that he enchanted the entire land so he would be able to grow anywhere he went? That land looked a lot like our town didn’t it? We could even recognize the mountain behind my gym.”

B: “Yeah, simply because the author lived here. I already told you.”

O: “What about your incredible growth? Mine? The YouTuber that got huge after his GOMAD month?”
B: “Man, this guy got so big…!”
O: “And Abigail the competitive eater who got gigantic after the Belly Popper challenge?”

B: “Mmmh…

O: “All happening here. It can’t be a coincidence! Like Magnus, it was the desire to get bigger that made us reach incredible sizes.”

B: “The desire the grow… mmmh…Well… I once saw this man in a bar, he was chugging beer without stopping. He wanted more. He was getting big. Not as big as us, but still! Two barrels were pumped into him. But at one point, he sobered up and saw how big he became. He was filled with regrets (and beer!). His last words were “Oh god what did I do?”. And then, POP! His outie belly button popped like the cork of a bottle, and the two barrels of beer exploded out of him and flooded the bar. He was rushed to the hospital.”

O: “See? You said it yourself: he popped when his desire to grow was gone. When he wished to get bigger, he grew, like in Magnus’ story.”

B: “Yeah yeah big guy… Now, stop saying silly things and eat those burgers, or I will! Ha ha ha!”

Because he was still full from the snacks, Oscar was eating at a much slower pace than me. As a result, I stuffed dozens and dozens of burgers inside my round belly, growing so fast that I was on my way to reaching Oscar’s size. It’s been so long since I swelled that big, I became very horny and hungry.

O: “Oh no, you’re getting as big as me!”
B: “What do you mean, “Oh no?”, you’re not getting competitive, are you?

O: “Maybe I am! I’m unstoppable now. I feel like I could eat and grow until the walls of this house explode around my massive expanding body.”

B: “Well, you know how I get when I have a goal in mind? Watch me, I’m going to grow so big that you’ll be engulfed in my fat”

We both chomped burgers at a record speed, fueled by this friendly competition. Calories we consumed by the millions. We were making pigs of ourselves, blimping up into inhuman blobs of gluttony. Our movements were getting slower and our voices deeper and deeper resonating inside our massive bodies and enlarged throat.

When the last burger was consumed, we were almost fully immobile. Our legs were spread wide to make room for our colossal bellies. Mine was more than 300 inches around, probably a thousand pounds. Oscar’s was almost 350 inches, and only god knows how much he weighed, with his muscles swelling up from the bloat. Only our upper bodies were able to move, and even then, our heads were tilted back by our swollen chest, which was also pushing our arms away.

O: “Ooooooofffffff. That was filling.”

B: “There’s probably enough food inside my big tank to feed 60 normies until they bursts”

O: “Maybe 85 for me. Enough to feed every client in a restaurant during rush hour.”

B: “I would love a good rub around my belly button, but it’s 6 feet away from me…”

O: “Me too, my abs are killing me… They are stretching out like elastics…”

B: “Can you even crunch them anymore?”

O: “Mmmh. I’m not sure. I can try…”

Oscar let out a huge groan using the amazing strength of his core to crunch his abs, despite being stuffed to capacity. The immense belly slowly shrunk by several feet. “ARRRGGGGGHHHHHHH!” His abs started to reemerge: the crease between them deepened and they slowly appeared. My god, they were huge. They looked like a bunch of 60” ball bellies stacked on top of one another, tightly squeezed together. He was groaning from the effort: I can only imagine the pressure rising inside him at this instant. His sides were expanding into me, as his body was desperately trying to shift the mass inside him. And there it was, a 5 feet tall wall of gigantic abs.

B: “That’s the biggest muscle gut the world ever saw. ”

O: “ARRGGGHHH- thanks—OOOOOOfffff”

He was too tired to keep the pose for more than 3 seconds. When he stopped contracting his abs, his belly sprang back up to its original spherical shape, bouncing back and forth for a few seconds like a water balloon. We could hear what he contained slosh around inside him.

B: “Your size is amazing. I never thought you would grow so big!”

O: ”*UUURRRPPP* Me neither. But it’s not over. One last meal.”

B: “Are you sure? If we do, we will lose our mobility for a while.

O: “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. More pizza. Now.”

B: “Ok. Fuck it. Let’s get gigantic.”

(to be continued)