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Science Project 5
🕑 Added 2023-08-30 18:59:59 +0000 UTC8 months had come and gone in a blurred feverish daze of gluttony and excess. For Bridget's part, she seemed equipped with an endless array o
Eight months had come and gone in a blurred, feverish daze of gluttony and excess. For Bridget’s part, she seemed equipped with an endless array of inventive methods for stuffing Scott’s gut with a seemingly beyond impossible amount of calorie-ridden fat. To Scott’s horror, with each passing week, it had grown harder and harder for him to carry and maneuver his incredible bulk. As the months passed, Scott could do little more than obey her every command: squeezing into vans for lectures and scientific observations, glutting himself on new “advanced weight gain formulas,” entertaining a wide array of what he, months earlier, would have considered to be wildly inappropriate pokes, prods, and examinations—all with the assistance of Bridget’s eager and excited interns. He was growing numb to the routine of it all, forced to wait in panic for the inevitable day to arrive.
Finally, entering the third week of the eighth month since Bridget’s prediction, while attempting to make his way to the toilet, he found that he simply could not rise from the stool. He shouldn’t have been surprised, considering his stomach had touched the floor last month and he had been forced to wheel it in a cart or let it drag on the ground. Still, he grunted, groaned, and thrashed inside his massive wobbling prison of a body, but only succeeded in wobbling and jiggling ridiculously. His inflated, oozing ass remained glued to the reinforced stool he would come to call home.
Finally, as panicked realization began to overtake him, he resorted to calling out for help. But when the intern lab assistant arrived to see the state he was in, she was too thrilled in the moment to offer any help. Indeed, the whole team had been waiting for months for this day to arrive, when Bridget’s immobility prediction would be proven correct. Instead of acknowledging him, she giggled with joy and sprinted out of the room, returning a few minutes later with a beaming Bridget and the six remaining assistants, all thrilled and proud of their accomplishments. Bridget began taking pictures while the others moved around the struggling, titanic blob of a boy in awe, too focused on his massive body to even hear his pleas for help. Scott’s transformation had continually shattered their wildest expectations, and this was indeed a new titanic milestone they had been eagerly anticipating: complete lack of mobility.
Bridget theatrically pulled out her clipboard and placed a huge check mark in black Sharpie under the long list of changes Scott would experience on his weight-gain journey. “And a whole week ahead of schedule!”
“What do we do now?” asked an eager intern.
“Yeah. What’s next?” chimed in another.
“Well…” said Bridget dramatically—she loved the way she could keep her audience entranced. “The state college board gave us funding for another six months…” Scott felt the blood leave his face. “What do you say we step it up a notch and see just how fat we can make this pig in that time??”
The interns roared with approval and excitement. “YEAAAHH!”
Amidst the laughter and cheering, Scott caught Bridget’s eye and saw something he hadn’t seen before… There was a devilish look on her face, and… a knowing grin? With the assistants focused on their next tasks, she eyed him up and down. He felt utterly exposed. She looked like she might approach him to say something when…
“This calls for a celebration,” someone called out. “Oh! I have champagne!” “I know!” said another. “Let’s buy a cake for our pig!” They all laughed and cheered.
“That’s a great idea!” exclaimed Bridget, pulled from her former state and back to her giddy, ditsy, nerdy self.
A half hour later, they arrived with a ten-pound sheet cake, which they pureed in the industrial blender with heavy whipping cream. They sipped their champagne as the remaining interns loaded the liquid cake into a bag and fed the hose into his mouth. He could now consume 60,000 calories in one sitting.
