You find out you only have a little more food in your pantry, so you decide to order out. You call two local pizza places, three Chinese restaurants, and a supermarket, placing orders at all of them. Avoiding the delivery guys by placing the money outside with a note to leave the food on the stoop (you're a bit embarrassed), you eventually collect all of your orders. Three pounds of Chinese food, five pizzas, and ten bags full of the most fattening food you could think of sit in front of you, just in time for your stomach to start growling.
You literally tear into the food, not even pausing for plates or table manners. The stuff is decent, but the real reason you're eating is to get bigger. With every gulp and frenzied swallow, you can feel a few millimeters add themselves onto your waist, chest, arms, legs... your pants, while stretchy, slowly reach their breaking point, your belly snapping the waistband first. Your shirt's long-gone, ripped a while ago. By the time you finish eating, hours later, your pants are at their final stretching point, literally ready to burst with one more bite. Coincidentally, there's a single cookie left on the table. As you grab it and gulp it, the pants give way, and you can see your gut lurch another foot as its last restraint gives way. You're finally done eating, it seems; everything's gone. And as you look over yourself, you gasp in both delight and horror. You're close to 1500 pounds, with a gut reaching four feet out and three feet down; your arms are each the width of a doorway, your thighs closer to a garage door's.
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