When Evan left his room, he noticed a stillness in the house around him. A thrill went through him at the thought that his parents might have left already, thereby giving him the chance to gorge on whatever goodies he could find before heading to the Joneses’ house, but he was cautious. He crept through the house, checking from room to room. Finally, he ended up in the kitchen, and noticed a note on the fridge:
Dear Evan,
We hope you have fun with the Joneses while we’re away. Please remember to take your vitamins, and stay away from carbs. We love you!
Mom and Dad.
“Love you too,” Evan grumbled, as he ripped the paper off the fridge, pulled the door open, grabbed a full carton of 1% milk, and began to chug the entire thing.
His bulging belly undulated with each swallow, and a small trickle of spillage ran down his chin. He wasted very little, however, and within two minutes, he’d emptied the entire jug. He patted his swollen gut, and proceeded to raid the fridge, the pantries, and everything else of any food that looked remotely tasty to him.
There wasn't much. His mom, perhaps anticipating a binge session like this, had allowed their food stores to run depressingly low. As always, there were very few foods in the house that would be appetizing to anyone but an absolute health nut, but Evan hoarded everything good he could find. And devoured it.
He found a package of low-fat cookies, two packages of saltine crackers, a carton of sugar-free ice cream, and a box of whole-grain cereal. He also found a package of low-fat sausages, which he fried up for himself, and a few boxes of TV-dinners his mom had bought his dad to take with him to work. All in all, he was able to assemble a pretty decent spread of halfway acceptable food, and he chowed down like a starving man.
It took him about an hour, but eventually he finished everything he’d acquired for himself. It amounted to about fifteen pounds of food, and hie looked very nearly pregnant. His belly had swollen once again to match its size from last night, and was again unwilling to be restrained by his shirt. It hung over the edge of his pants, leaving two full inches of skin clearly visible.
Although he still felt a desire for more food, there was nothing left in the house he considered “food.” He then resolved to...
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