Over the next week, Zack and Cody gorged to their hearts content, living the true suite life.
Currently, Zack was inhaling large quantities of bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, and sausages and the grease was running down his three chins. Of course, Zack's happiness at his constant indulging might have been dented if he'd been worried - or even knew - about his figure and health. The countless meals, snacks, dinner parties with interviews by his mother who was now becoming quite famous, buffets, takeouts and midnight feasts which he sneaked from the fridge at night after his mother had gone out to sing, had taken their toll in added inches and pounds. Fresh blubber surged from his already overstuffed, overblown and obese body. Fat piled upon fat that rested on fat. Every inch of his soft, pampered body seemed to be drowning in the flabby flesh that piled on and on as he ate and ate and ate.
Zack was like a ball, bulging out from the front, the back, and the sides with his thick flab. His long haircut emphasized his moon-shaped face. Years of gorging had swollen him to impressive proportions and consuming enough food to feed a small African nation barely dented his raging hunger. The previous day's dinner had been the culmination of a week's worth of unrivalled gluttony for him, and it would take more than bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, and sausages to satisfy the bloated boy's greed. Enabled by his oblivious mother and plumpening brother, Zack had unleashed his hedonistic appetites, surrendering himself completely to his lust for overindulgence and excess. Every whim of his ravenous belly had been satisfied, every desire of his overfed body attended to; in fact, this was the first day that Zack had been out of bed for the entire week as he and Cody had stayed in bed playing video games all week and Cody, being the best chef, had only left to make them food. Days spent eating with wild abandon had left Zack almost beyond self-control – he was a slave to the demands of the gluttonous daemon that dwelt within the depths of his monstrously swollen stomach and he had clearly reached a new level of obesity whilst under the influence of his brother's constant onslaught of food. Sure, he was used to overeating every day, there was no denying it, but recent experiences had heightened his gluttonous tastes to a new peak.
His cheeks were bulging, his chins were swollen and he wore a blue World of Warcraft t-shirt that his spreading, jiggly belly - which was a pale roll of jelly that flopped down onto his lap - was practically bursting out of. He'd grown a plump set of man-boobs that stretched the shirt around the neck; the sweat pants he wore were equally strained and Cody knew, without a doubt, that the prodigious expansion of Zack's gut meant that even his largest pair of jeans could no longer hope to button; he'd wrestled with them for an hour that morning and had only succeeded in covering himself in sweat and getting the jeans wedged halfway up his thighs; being unable to squeeze into them was the reason Zack was in a pair of sweat pants.
Cody, despite having started the week as someone barely avoiding anorexia, had swollen like his brother; just as huge, flabby and wide, he sat at the table, shirtless and in sweat pants, shovelling Yorkshire Puddings into his mouth. Carey had, at the beginning of the week, left for six months to do a tour in France, trusting her two sons to look after themselves and not ever imagining that they would expand in weight by so much in so short a time.
Cody burped and Zack followed seconds later; both reclined in their chairs, their hands on their bellies, stuffed, glutted and sated - or at least for now.
What happens next?