Salad Fingers slumped in his chair sadly. It had been quite a while since he had eaten something proper, and he found that marbles he had been eating the past few days hadn’t done much besides disturb his stomach further. His eyes lidded as he began to feel quite lightheaded, but before he passed out he could faintly hear a tapping in the distance. Before he got the chance to address it, however, he found himself falling into unconsciousness. 


        As he groggily woke up, a strange scent filled his nostrils. “What’s this?” He pondered, yet no other sounds in his house indicated to anything being amiss. He curiously followed the scent trail to his kitchen, where he was greeted by a menagerie of different foods, none of which he had seen before, most were a lot less viscous than the gooey muck he was used to shoving down his esophagus. He once again called out to see if anyone was there, although there was still no response. 


        “I suppose this is for me, then…?” He looked around nervously, not wanting to disturb if there was a guest in his home. The food looked good though, and after a while of waiting he certainly couldn’t stand to not give into his desires any longer. “W-well, this is awfully kind. T-They ought to come back eventually, I suppose I’ll thank them when they return…” Mr. Fingers took a seat at the table and marvelled at the selection, it really was an awful lot of food, definitely more than the average bloke would eat. Surely he couldn’t finish it all, but then again he wasn’t sure when he would have another proper meal, ever since he purged his mother from his life he had an awful time cooking by himself. Then again, his mother was gone, and she had also always told him not to be greedy, but now that she wasn’t around, he supposed a little self indulgence never hurt anyone. 


        The first food item he picked up was a corn dog, and upon taking the first bite he felt a strange mixture of regret and happiness. His body definitely wasn’t used to such nutritious food and flavour, but he found himself craving more the second he finished it, swallowing the stick as well. He tapped his fingers together gently, “well that wasn’t so bad… I definitely think I wouldn’t mind more of these delectable treats…” he looked around again, before gently placing one hand on his abdomen. It felt odd, he definitely wasn’t full by any means but this was still more food then he usually ate, his stomach wasn't pushed in at the moment, which was also new to him. 


“A l-little more wouldn’t hurt surely-” He reassured himself, using one hand to grab a basket of popcorn, and using one finger on the other to very delicately rub his tummy, which was feeling quite sensitive at the moment. He shuddered at his own touch as he began to shove popcorn into his mouth. “M-mph, g-gaining a few p-pounds wouldn't be that bad anyways I’m sure… at least I w-won’t be as cold during the winter…” he continued to rationalize what he was doing in his head. 


Soon he finished the popcorn as well, and he was still feeling hungry. He grabbed a plate of burgers, three to be exact, they were plain, with nothing on them, but they were awfully greasy. He slowly ate each of the burgers, sliding each one into his mouth, once he finished the last one he let out a small belch. “Urmph… pardon me….” At this point he felt pretty satisfied, although a small part of him wanted to keep going. 


        And so, he did. He was feeling rather thirsty at this point so he grabbed the gallon of milk he had in his fridge, briefly pondering to himself if his stomach could even keep it down. Before he had time to chicken out though, he pressed the lid of the jug against his lips, feeling the cold milk trickle down his throat and into his stomach. His belly was starting to jut out more, curving into a more rounded shape as it strained against his shirt, a small sliver of skin peeking out from the bottom. 


        Mr. Fingers laid back in his chair, drifting a hand over the swell. He ended up finishing off the entire gallon of milk, but he still didn’t quite feel like stopping. Steadying himself, he scooted his chair closer to the table and reached over, grabbing five large soft pretzels. He spent quite some time chipping away at the salty delights, and when he wasn’t gnawing on them, his hands were caressing his bulging belly. 


        He huffed heavily as he finished the last pretzel, his full tummy feeling tight to the touch, round and poking out of his shirt proudly, the weight of everything he had eaten pinning him where he sat. For a while he sat there, feeling both regretful and extremely satisfied. He could practically feel his gut weighing against his lungs, and the only things he managed to verbalise were the occasional grunt or moan. Eventually he managed to fall asleep where he sat, feeling full and warm inside. 


        When he woke up, he still felt a bit groggy, placing a hand to his head, he mumbled as he got up. Something felt off though, and as he came to he quickly remembered what had occurred the other night. His hands brushed against his sides, feeling the new pudge that had been added to his body. He was thankful that it wasn’t too much, although he was still certainly softer then he was the other day. His now decently chubby belly strained slightly against his clothes, although thankfully those still fit. 


        He blushed slightly, embarrassed by his gluttony. He gave his tummy a gentle pat and promised himself he wouldn’t indulge like that again for a while. That was, until he looked over at the table. To his surprise, someone or something had restocked and cleaned the plates they had set out, and filled them with more delicious delicacies. From just a brief glance he could see chicken wings, snow cones, cake pops, and more! 


        At first, he thought about ignoring it and going along with his day, but after grabbing one doughnut on the table for breakfast, and being just as delighted by the flavour as the food in his last feast, he somehow convinced himself to eat more. 


        As he gently licked one of the many snow cones set before him, he promised himself he wouldn’t overdo it like last time.