Peter awoke with a sharp pain in his stomach. He didn't know where he was. He was on an old couch in a small apartment. There was a small tv and some pictures on the wall. Kevin. Peter must have passed out after dinner last night. His shirt was on the floor with 2 buttons missing and the fabric was stretched. Then peter remembered. He looked down to see his massive gut in front of him. His skin was tight and the bottom of his stomach was beginning to hang over his shorts. Peter eventually decided to go back to his apartment wearing a shirt that Kevin gave him. Kevin also sent him home with some waffles for breakfast.
on his way home, Peter heard an alarm. Someone must have broke into the bank! He reached into his bag and pulled out his suit. Hiding in an alley he pulled the suit over his legs and began pulling it over his stomach. Yikes. This suit was starting to get really tight around the midsection. He struggled to zip it up but he eventually got it on and stopped the robber. "Looks like Spider-Man needs to stay away from the buffet! Haha!" Said the robber. Peter shrugged it off and swung home.
A few more weeks had gone by and peters gains weren't slowing down. He really tried to eat less and workout more but he never had time to workout and Kevin kept inviting him over for dinner. Every time Peter showed up, there was an incredible feast displayed on the table. And tonight was no different. Kevin had prepared a huge bowl of beef stew along with buttery garlic bread, some homemade pizza, and some kind of pasta. Recently, peter had began counting his calories to try and control what he ate. He had already ate more than he would have liked because of his McDonalds lunch. Peters goal was to stay under 2,500 calories for the day. But today he was already at 2,300 and he hadn't even eaten dinner. He told Kevin that tonight would have to be a light meal but Kevin persisted. "I would hate to have to throw away all of this food" he said. Peter didn't want to make Kevin mad, so he swallowed his pride and ate the delicious feast.
after another decadent dessert, peter decided to check how many calories he ate and how many he would have to burn. After putting in the 2 bowls of soup, 4 slices of that delicious garlic bread, 3 slices of pizza, 3 large plates of pasta, 7 cookies, 2 slices of pie, and a banana split, he had eaten a whopping 7,800 calories for dinner. That put him at over 10,000 for the day. That was like 4 times his limit! He told Kevin and Kevin started smiling. Peter thought he also saw something growing in Kevin's pants but maybe he was just hallucinating from all of the food. "That's nothing!" Kevin said. "I've still got plenty of food in the fridge. A big strong man like you could eat way more than that! I bet you're not even full." "What?!" "No! I don't want any more food." Peter watched as Kevin's smile faded. Peter had never seen him this sad. "Fine. but only a little bit." Peter reluctantly said. Kevin grew giddy and went to get more food.
By the end of the night, peters shirt had rode up to reveal a sliver of his full stomach. Kevin had gone to bed and left Peter on the couch to groan in pain. Peter added his second meal to his calorie counter app. A pint of ice cream, a few slices of strawberry shortcake, a fish fillet, 10 homeade chocolate chip cookies, and 4 bottles of beer to wash it all down. 16 thousand 4 hundred eighty seven calories for the day. If Peter kept eating like this, he would no longer be able to be Spider-Man. He had to find a plan to stop this.
