The next day followed much the same pattern, though Mark was lucky enough to be able to sleep in since there was no practice. Once again, Matt and his buddies from the team forced his already aching muscles through a strenuous routine that left him certain that he would never be able to lift his arms again. After stiffly getting dressed, which was one of the most difficult things he could remember doing lately, he found himself being escorted up to the cafeteria. The guys pushed him into a seat where he sat dazed while they filled up a tray for him.
The muscle fatigue in his arms made it a bit difficult to control his fork, but Mark found that he was at least becoming more skillful at this part of his bulking program. This time, he managed to put away four overflowing plates away without any real trouble before his sore arms got the better of him.
"Dude, you're doing great today but you gotta push yourself. I know you can put away more." Matt signaled for one of the other guys to go back and load up another couple plates for Mark to stuff down.
"Don't think I can lift a fork anymore, even if I did want more food," Mark mumbled.
Scanning their surroundings quickly, Matt grinned slyly. "We're pretty much the only ones around now. I ain't gonna let you leave this table until you pack in at least one more plate, so you can either do it yourself or let me do it for you."
He knew from experience that Matt's threat of detainment was completely serious, but Mark wasn't sure how he felt about the idea of being fed by another guy, especially in such a public place. Still, he wanted nothing more than to get back to his bed and sleep through his next two classes, and the only way he was going to be able to do that was by continuing to stuff his face. There didn't seem to be any better option and the caf was empty anyway. Plus, Mark didn't even have the energy to argue.
"Fine," he said as his next plate arrived in front of him. Mark leaned way back in his chair and put his big hands on his already bloated belly. With a final shrug, he opened his mouth and allowed Matt to feed him his next heaping helping. Too tired to care about much of anything, he let out a loud belch as he lazily massaged his stuffed gut
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