Big Bobo

More than what he wished for

"Eat...eat...eat!" the guys shouted in unison, while Bobo shoveled another spoonful of potato gratin into his mouth, followed by a piece of salmon steak.

He had not been given a plate, so he ate directly from the bowls. Maverick had not given a speech. A party for Bobo, where he could eat anything he wanted, was all he said. The two new guys had briefly introduced themselves, but what they were doing there and what their connection was with Maverick, Bobo didn't know. The guys had enthusiastically pushed some bowls and plates in his direction. That was the moment Bobo couldn't hold back anymore and started eating. He had never seen so much food in one place. The colors and smells drove him crazy. It really tasted fantastic. Much better than the burger joint and actually better than many restaurants he had eaten at in the past six months. Maverick must have rounded up the best chefs to prepare this for him. Bobo felt special. Never before had anyone arranged something like this for him. Large chunks of meat on one of the skewers disappeared hastily into his mouth. Another salmon steak and a big bowl of fried rice. Then a piece of the turkey. It tasted heavenly with a juicy and soft texture. A good combination with a piece of the roulade, which he had found behind the plate of salmon steaks. He carefully took a small sip of Coke. He didn't want to have to give up all the tasty food because his stomach became full of carbon dioxide. The guys kept shouting at him and Maverick had turned on the movie camera on his phone from the beginning. Sometimes he would get up and walk around Bobo with the device to film him from a different angle. Bobo was the only one who ate. He had asked if the others wanted anything, but they unanimously quoted Maverick. It was his party today. Actually, Bobo didn't mind not sharing his food at all. This was all just for him and no one else.

"Okay guys, what are we betting on?" Steven suddenly shouted enthusiastically across the table.

"I'm sure he'll never finish it all," one of the new guys replied.
"You guys told me about him, but this is a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it?"

"I think he'll clear this table," Erik said.
"I'll put in 1,000 euros."

Maverick looked at his guests.
'I'm sure he'll eat it all. Including dessert. 10,000 euros'
With a wicked smile he looked at Steven, who looked back with a dark look.

The guys discussed maximum human eating limits, exaggerated expectations and their commitment to the bet that quickly ran into thousands of euros.
Bobo didn't care about it. He quickly continued gobbling the food, afraid that it would cool down. Suddenly one of the chefs appeared at the bottom of the cellar stairs and replaced the empty dishes with full ones. New dishes that also had to be tasted. The boys encouraged him again, even more wildly than before, because now there was self-interest involved. Everyone wanted to win the bet. The new guys still joined in, expecting Bobo to never finish all this food and dessert. Maverick was walking around the table with his phone, when Bobo leaned back in his chair and rubbed his overfull belly.

'I can't anymore!'

The guys shouted even louder for him to continue eating and banged their fists wildly on the table. Bobo belched inhumanly loud, which echoed through the empty basement. A silence fell. The boys looked at each other in shock, afraid Bobo had already eaten himself to death. As nothing weird had happened and massive belches were a most normal thing, Bobo reached over to the table and put another piece of meat in his mouth. The boys shouted enthusiastically again.

"Now I'm really full."

But before he knew what was happening, Maverick tied his wrists and ankles to the chair and kicked off phase two of the party. The guys got up from their seats, took some of the dishes on the table in their hands and gathered around Bobo. While Maverick filmed the scene, the boys started stuffing the food into Bobo's mouth. Bobo struggled as much as his tense stomach would allow, as handful after handful of food was pushed into him. The boys laughed out loud with excitement. They seemed to enjoy feeding someone to explosion level. It didn't take long before the plates and bowls on the table were empty and even most of the turkey had been eaten. Bobo didn't get much rest. While he was panting hard from exertion, with a belly as big as a beach ball and hard as a rock, he was hidden behind a sheet, when a chef brought dessert. A large bowl full of custard pudding topped with whipped cream and different fruit sauces was placed on the table. Maverick motioned for the chef to go. He was probably afraid that Bobo would start talking and that his party would be discovered. But Bobo didn't talk. He was so painfully full that he couldn't say anything anymore. When the chef left, the boys dived for the bowl to be the first to feed Bobo.

"Look, that thick black belly button is completely popping out!" shouted one of the new boys.

"Yes I see. I'll stop," Erik said.
'This isn't fun anymore. A bit degrading even."
He walked back to his seat and started playing on his phone.

Bobo felt his growing belly pressing on his thighs. He could hardly breathe, but the boys kept feeding him. His head was spinning.

"Just keep going guys," Maverick shouted, laughing as he zoomed the camera out so that Bobo was completely in the frame and only his friends' hands were visible near Bobo's mouth.
'He doesn't have to survive. His body is being stored away, that has already been arranged. Don't be afraid and just keep going. You too Erik!'

But Erik pretended not to have heard Maverick and remained with his phone in his hand. Every now and then he looked up at the boys and Bobo's visibly expanding belly.