The second bag was devoured in short order. Having decided to put off both the tablet and pondering his current life situation till tomorrow, Tails focused all his attention on filling his stomach. Which should have been filled--and well beyond its limits--by that massive pizza binge plus two party-size bags of chips, but oh well. No need to dwell on today's weirdness right now. That could wait.
After crumpling up the empty bag and tossing it in a trash can he both did and did not remember being that big before, he heaved himself from his chair (with some effort) and set off for his kitchen, taking the pack of cookies with him. Needed some milk to counterbalance all that triple chocolate. Like, a whole jug's worth. Maybe more.
"How many do I have right now?" Tails asked himself between labored breaths. He usually only bought one at a time, but given his new(?) lifestyle's preference for excess... Well, he'd have his answer in just a moment.
Three one-gallon jugs. Two of them yet to be opened, one still about two-thirds full. Somehow, Tails knew he could down them all in one go. A memory of doing just that one time, simultaneously foreign and familiar, surfaced in his mind. An experiment to test his growing gut's max capacity. He'd been meaning to try again, see how far he's come since then. Perhaps it was the post-pizza binge high speaking, but he felt confident he could empty those jugs and still have plenty of room for more. Like the triple chocolate cookies in his hand. And one of everything at the bakery. And maybe a box of vanilla wafers as a palette cleanser. Yeah, he could totally eat all that.
"My stomach would explode from all that," he muttered. His stomach growled in disagreement.
Shrugging, he pulled out the gallon jugs and placed them on the counter, laid the pack of cookies next to them. He left the fridge open for another moment, savoring the cool air against his front; the waddle to here from his desk got him all hot and sweaty. For some reason, he kind of liked that. Lugging his big, blubbery self around...
Again his stomach growled. Almost roared, even. All other thoughts vanished from Tails' mind, now focused solely on satisfying his appetite. He grabbed a handful of five cookies and crammed all of them in his mouth. An explosion of sweet, mass-produced chocolaty goodness engulfed his taste buds. He moaned out of bliss. As he chewed, he uncapped the partially empty jug and, right after swallowing, chased the cookies down with a hearty swig of milk. Whole, of course. The rich, creamy sweetness went perfectly with the chocolate. He moaned again. Then he took another mouthful of cookies, moaning again. Then another swig of milk, causing yet another moan. Another mouthful, another moan. More milk, more moaning. Cookies, moan. Milk, moan. A perfect rhythm, no wasted movements. Even the constant moaning didn't slow him down in the slightest. The two full jugs had even been opened in advance to keep things as smooth as possible. This was one of the joys only pure, unabashed gluttony could provide.
Such joy was a privilege reserved exclusively for those truly dedicated to the art of gluttony. Those willing to master the skills necessary to push their limits, not just in terms of stomach capacity but also the ability to stuff more in their mouth. To chew and swallow faster. To minimize the time between mouthfuls. To withstand the barrage of flavors from such a rapid intake--especially junk food with extra heavy doses of artificial flavoring--and maybe even come to enjoy it. To wear their ever-increasing bulk with pride. All things Tails had learned and practiced with the utmost finesse. If "finesse" was the right word, anyway...
But the real skill to master, he'd learned, was to never let himself be satisfied. Not with how much he could eat in one sitting, or how fast he could wolf it all down, or even how fat he became. Oh sure, he could let himself be proud. But not satisfied. Never satisfied. A true glutton always craved more, needed more. More food, more appetite, more stomach space, more fat... Just more. Always more. Always room for more. And if there wasn't any, he'd make more room. He would never call himself a master glutton--again, no satisfaction allowed--but he would call himself a truly skilled one.
Which I apparently became overnight...
He brushed off the thought as quickly as it came. Of course his skillful gluttony didn't come to him overnight; look how quickly he guzzled down the last of the milk!
With a "pop" he pulled the last jug from his lips. He belched long and loud. Licking his lips, he examined his handiwork and grinned. Three empty milk jugs, including the one still in his hand, and an emptied pack of cookies, plus the two bags of chips from before. An impressive feat to any normal person, but to him? Just another snack.
A barely filling one at that, his stomach complained. Tails chuckled and pet his beautifully blubbery belly. "Jeez, what's with you today?" Even the part of him that found all this natural couldn't help but be surprised at how insatiable he was. "Were you so stuffed from all that pizza you looped back around to empty?"
His stomach rumbled in response. He chuckled again, set the jug on the counter and rubbed his gut with both hands, giving it the kind of loving look a good parent would give their child. "I'll take that as a 'yes'. Mmm, what a good boy you are, growing big and greedy for me. A very, very good boy."
I can't believe the words coming out of my mouth right now...
Yet at the same time he could. He worked hard to reach this point. Well, if constant debaucherous eating could be considered working hard.
Letting his now seemingly bottomless hunger quash those nagging doubts once more, Tails set about preparing a sub sandwich. Every kind of deli meat he had on hand, every kind of veggie topping he had on hand, an entire package of pepper jack cheese, copious amounts of mustard and mayo, all somehow crammed between two halves of an Italian bread roll. Anyone else would be too scared of breaking their jaw to even consider eating this behemoth.
Tails had no such fear.
So how was he able to open his jaw wide enough to eat such a monstrosity without even the slightest bit of pain? Who could say. Maybe achieving his level of gluttony granted him this ability. Or maybe he could always do it.
Regardless, he packed the sub away in almost the same amount of time as the cookies and milk. Which is to say: not much time at all. Rather than curb his hunger, every mouthful swallowed seemed to only fuel it further. He didn't even really register the taste; the massive mixture of had too many different flavors going on to get anything distinct out of it anyway. Not that he minded; gluttons only cared about quantity.
Speaking of which, Tails still wasn't full.
"Guess it's time to hit up my favorite bakery," he mumbled while licking his hands and face clean. "Which I apparently have now."
Had it for a while now, actually. Again, not everything they served was amazing, but generally good enough to justify being a regular. Just because gluttons shouldn't care too much about taste didn't mean he shouldn't care at all; gotta have some standards. Besides, it was close by.
His stomach growled for what had to be the millionth time. How it still felt empty after all that, Tails could only guess. "Alright, fine," he said more affectionately than intended. He'd already decided to give up on questioning this for now. Better to just roll with it.
Besides, even his skeptical side had to admit this was kind of...weirdly...
Fun.
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Our Favorite Customer: Upon entering the bakery, Tails is greeted by a clerk who seems awfully happy to see him. Apparently, the staff here are really fond of him...
Terrifying Stranger: Upon entering the bakery, Tails is greeted by a clerk who seems awfully terrified to see him. Why, because he's so huge? Has it really been so long since he last stopped by, or...?
Sidetracked: With Tails being so hungry and so many other food joints on the way to the bakery, it's only natural he'd make an extra stop or two. Or three. Or four. Or...
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