A Never Ending Lunch Break?

Avery sat down behind his desk, groggy from a late night and an early morning. He was glad his job was low stress, just give the students their test, read the spiel, and then he could sit back. But today he had a hard time focusing even on that. He was hungry; his cabinets at home were bare and missing his first alarm he hadn’t had time to get anything to eat on the way to work today.

He found himself counting the minutes until his lunchbreak. Just ten minutes left in his morning shift…alright surely no one would blame him for going ahead and ordering a little early. Avery unlocked his phone and opened the order page for his favorite pizza place. He was greeted today by, instead of the normal interface, a gaudy popup that boasted some new corporate cooperative promotion. The color scheme was ostentatious to say the least; white, deep green, lavender, pale blue, and pink. At the top there was a stylized logo with the letters GT&CBBB, underneath that there were a pair of grinning cartoon faces; both portly, one a green and white fox and the other a pudgy cheeked human chef with a lavender toque on his head.

Avery stared at the logo and the cartoon mascots, he couldn’t decide whether he was imagining it or if the fox’s eyes were glittering in a strange pattern of yellow, red, pink, and blue lights. He shook his head and started to dismiss the ad. But the faces caught his eye again, and instead of finding the X button his finger fell on the “Accept” at the bottom.

The ad was replaced by a splash screen of the two mascots leaping into the air and embracing before the screen returned to normal and the pizza place’s normal delivery page appeared. “Weird…” He says under his breath, but the ad rapidly seems less and less important as he starts to put his order in.

Normally Avery just goes for a medium pizza and a small order of breadsticks, but today he’s just so hungry! He goes instead for a large pizza…and a large order of cheesy bread…and a large order of boneless chicken wings…and a large order of the pizza place’s brownies. His stomach rumbles softly as he confirms and pays. Then, he sits staring at the food he’d just ordered in something like disbelief.

“Well…at least I’ll have some food to eat on for a while I guess?” Avery says to himself, despite knowing that reheated pizza from this place is never quite as good. His stomach rumbles and he checks the time. Lunch break, finally!

His phone buzzes, informing him that the delivery driver is pulling up. ‘That was fast…’ Avery thinks, getting up from his office chair and going to the front door.

As he walks onto the steps, a large vehicle is pulling up; green and white…it’s familiar somehow. A massive fellow is levering himself out of the driver’s seat. His mane of green hair is tied back, and a novelty mask is over his face, there’s something vulpine about his features and how he moves. Avery curses and searches his pockets for his own mask, sighing gratefully as he lays his hand on it. He settles it in place and looks back up at the enormous delivery driver.

The man must be nearly 7 feet tall, or taller perhaps, and close to 800 pounds. His black short-sleeve button up shirt barely containing his girth. Red suspenders dig into his soft chest and into the sides of his belly. Despite the delivery guy’s preposterous size, it’s the mask that Avery can’t help staring at. It’s a canine maw of some kind, jaws slightly agape, with pudgy jowls framing it. He’s struck again by a strange familiarity, but this concern is washed away by the sudden resurgence of his hunger. It’s more intense this time, and Avery finds himself staggering down the steps in his eagerness to get his food.

The driver takes the insulated carrying case out of the passenger seat and turns to face Avery. “Got your order here, sir.” The driver’s voice is smooth, and deep. Suddenly Avery finds himself wanting to do nothing quite so much as he wants to eat. He nods eagerly as the driver takes out the pizza box, the cheesy bread, the boneless wings, and the brownies.

As the items stack up, one atop the other, Avery feels hungrier and hungrier. The driver takes a half step forward, looming shockingly large over Avery who looks up feeling very small. The curving slope of the driver’s gut presses against Avery’s small paunch and a dreamy tingling sensation spreads over his entire body. For a moment Avery is sure the driver’s eyes strobed with color in the same way the cartoon fox’s had. The maw on the driver’s mask seems to stretch into a mischievous grin. “Enjoy your food, sir.”

Avery nods, staring raptly as the driver returns to the van, settles his bulk in, and drives away. He stands there for several more seconds before another intense hunger pang jars him back to reality. Avery inhales the smells of his lunch feast, and hurries back to his desk.

He arrays the food on his desk and surveys it; for a moment he’s paralyzed by indecision. So much food, where to start? But the moment doesn’t last. He plops back down into his office chair and pulls the cheesy bread toward himself and tears several pieces off of it impatiently.

Avery packs the greasy cheesy goodness into his mouth and chews languidly for a moment, savoring the fatty high calorie treat. He gulps his mouthful down and grabs another couple pieces of cheesy bread. He stuffs his face with zealous abandon until every scrap of the cheesy bread is gone. He sags back in his chair, sucking the oil and herbs and parmesan from his fingers…not quite noticing that his shirt seems to be fitting a little differently.

He lets out a belch, the sound is somehow thick and heavy, and then grabs the box of wings and pulls them closer. Avery packs his mouth with them, gobbling the boneless wings down with every bit of the wild abandon he’d devoured the cheesy bread with. He slurps the sauce from his fingers and grabs the last few of the wings. He even wipes up some of the errant sauce afterward. For some reason, it seems very important to consume every calorie of his order.

Avery’s stomach rumbles and groans, he feels full but ravenous at the same time. He puffs and burps again, pushing the emptied containers aside to pull the pizza closer. He just barely registers the sticker with the logo and mascots from the popup ad on the pizza box before he opens it and starts to devour the contents.

He selects a slice, folds it over and proceeds to push most of it into his mouth all at once. Chewing and savoring the flavors seem to be of fading importance as Avery gets further into his lunch order. Of more importance is the simple act of eating. A second slice joins the first in his belly, then a third, fourth, fifth, sixth. He puffs and groans, unreasonably dismayed that his pace is flagging. The importance of gobbling every crumb of his food down feels paramount.

Avery’s hand falls to his middle, encountering flesh much sooner than it normally would. Where there had only been a small roll bulging over his waistband before, there was now a thick spare tire striped with bright red stretch marks across it. He moaned, still feeling abjectly full, but not feeling surprised in the least. His new girth, it seemed right…it felt good, logical. Of course he should be 50 or more pounds heavier. Why wouldn’t he?

Even when, as he continued to rub his belly, Avery felt the mound of flab now resting on his lap expanding he felt no surprise or shock. He just groaned, leaning back with a grin on his softening face. He could feel his fullness subsiding as his body grew fatter. Avery felt almost giddy as he realized he would absolutely be able to finish his food. He rolled his body forward, the office chair sinking lower beneath him, and pulled the pizza box closer. He grabbed the last two slices, one in each hand, and began stuffing his face again. The final two slices didn’t last very long, and finally Avery moved on to the brownies.

It was as if this final course, the dessert course, was 10 times as fattening as everything that had preceded it. ‘As it should be.’ Avery thought as he pushed the gooey chocolate squares into his mouth. He could feel himself growing wider, growing softer, as he ate and ate and ate.

The office chair was becoming tight around his hips, his belly was steadily pouring outward over his thighs, and his shirt had slid upward further and further and now barely even contained his moobs. ‘Perfection’ a voice whispered, whether real or imagined Avery privately agreed as he gulped down the last brownie. He patted the side of his gut and belched richly.

“Mmmph…all gone.” He moaned, a wide grin on his now quite wide face. A soft double chin drooped nearly to his chest. His wide rump poured over the edges of his office chair, his belly oozed down between his tree trunk thick and pudding soft thighs.

‘Are you certain?’ The voice responded. Avery groaned and sat up, looking around his desk. There lay his lunch order, each container full once more as if untouched. Rumbles of hunger raced through him and he pulled the cheesy bread closer once more.