*PICKING UP WHERE WE LAST LEFT OFF*
The more food for Hyatt, the more of him I can love. Now, what's his progress with lunch? I made him a simple PB&J, and some Cheetos. Plus the giant glass of Coke. Hearing Hyatt belch and burp simply awed Porter. Since the gas pressure was reduced and gave more room for food.
Porter tugs at his shorts, now falling even while sitting. Porter in truth, had always been a fat boy. Moobs and all. Over the summer he had hovered just below 200 pounds. After he weighed Hyatt, he had weighed himself, and Porter came in at 185 pounds. The same weight he was one year ago. He was nowhere near Hyatt's current weight, but Porter was sure he'd be crossing paths with him pretty soon. All those icings aren't just decorative. Each laced with loads of sugar and every roll stuffed with butter. The orange one especially.
Almost as big as a cereal bowl, it weighed a few pounds, and contained at least that many calories. They were so fun to make, each different icing. Porter had some containers in the fridge stockpiled with them. Enough for a week and a half, at least.
Porter checked in on Hyatt, who was focused on Nathan Ford's latest con. The Moon-walking Bear Job, or something like that. Porter had seen every last episode just about 9 or 10 times. Whenever they weren't re-watching OITNB, or a scary movie, they were watching Leverage. Hyatt was just now gulping down the last of the ice cold Coca-Cola, into his ever growing belly. Porter got up and walked to the couch, ready to give Hyatt a supreme belly rub before heading to K-Mart.
It was incredibly hard, hehehe, that's what SHE said, and his belly was like a basketball filled with cement. Hyatt was pinned inside the house, so Porter found a measuring tape and measured around Hyatt's waist. "27"! I'll add 5 more so we don't have to go as often." exclaimed Porter. "27 INCHES?!? How the Hell?" screamed Hyatt. "Well Noah, it doesn't seem to help it if you eat everything I put in front of you," Porter joked. Hyatt fired right back. "It wouldn't hurt to eat everything if you didn't put so much in front of me! In fact, I'd think you WANT to fatten me up, to WATCH me gain weight. Am I right, Austin, am I?" Hyatt was mad with realization. Porter sighed, he knew this day would come soon, so he stood up and did the one thing he knew that would calm Hyatt down.
He planted a huge one right one his lips, which shut Hyatt up instantly. As if Porter was a charming wizard, who, with a flick of his wrist, would make an army of 1,000 men kneel before him, just to blow him. Little did Hyatt know, there was an incident a few years ago when Porter traveled to the Renaissance Era and was blown 1,000 times, each by a knight in some Scottish king's army-
"Hold up! Hold it right here people, this is supposed to be a realistic fantasy, no time traveling, or mass blowjobs of 1,000 men, or wizards! Alright author man?" Okay, Mr. Narrator guy, whatever you say, strictly realistic. "Continue the story!"
-After the kiss, Porter bid good-bye, and said he'd be back before long. "There are some snacks in the cupboards if you get peckish while I'm gone!" And with a slam of door, Hyatt was alone. And hungry. Now that he could get up, he relieved himself in the bathroom, and washed his hands. He went to the cupboard and opened up. His jaw dropped as just about every Hostess product out there was packed neatly into this one cupboard. He reached for a box of Twinkies. Temptation took over and he took some cupcakes. He shut the door and walked to the couch.
Snacks in hand, he opened the first box, Twinkies, and sighed. "Yum, these are so delicious, what if I ate all of them?" These were special, chocolate creme filled Twinkies, and Hyatt dug in. After the first 9, he burped, and realized that he was thirsty. "Maybe there is some milk in the fridge." He goes up to the fridge and tries to open it, but finds a lock! "Porter must keep all of his special ingredients in there, oh hey, a cooler." This was an ordinary blue cooler, simple, medium sized, and unlocked. Hyatt lifted the lid and gasped. There were bottles and bottles of chocolate milk in there, each saying; In case you get thirsty for something other than me, Austin. Hyatt chuckled, then grabbed a couple and walked back to the couch. He downed half of the first bottle and ate the last Twinkie. His stomach felt hard and round. Now for the cupcakes.
Porter walked back inside to someone moaning. A bloated looking Austin Hyatt was sitting on the couch, pinned under his stomach and snack boxes. "Well, I see you got hungry, babe. Maybe you're enjoying this too, embracing your belly like it was a long lost friend. But don't worry, I won't judge, I just hope these new pants will fit you for a while."
Porter sat down next to Hyatt and opened his mouth and fed the remaing half of the cupcake into Hyatt's belly. He rubbed it for hours until Hyatt woke up hungry again for dinner. "Don't worry bae, I'm making something simple tonight, in fact, you might like it. it's a special mixture of mine that's designed to keep away the hunger!" Hyatt opened wide and Porter funneled in a gallon of melted butter, sugar, cinnamon, and cool whip. With Hyatt's belly bigger, and Hyatt drowsy, Porter rested his head on Hyatt's tire, each breath soothing and relaxing until they both drift off to sleep.