Striving for Perfection (A Try Guys Sandwiches Story)

Part 1

Keith had nearly finished his assignment for the video which was to eat every item from taco bell. Obviously, he didn't eat all of each of item, only a bite. Even so, his stomach was bloated and churning. He reeked of sweat, sauce, and beans. When he had signed up to work for Buzzfeed, this was not what he had expected.

At first, Keith had tried to hold in the gaseous emissions. This had resulted in him overheating and getting cramps. When the others realized this was the cause of his discomfort, Zach and Ned assured him that they were good enough friends and mature enough to sit with him in a room while he ate an immense amount of beans. After that, it was smooth sailing with Eugene filming, Zach encouraging Keith, and NEd being on cleanup duty.

Keith swallowed his last bite and burped. "I'm so glad this is over. I feel like I'm going to explode."

"I don't think I've ever seen you eat that much," Zach remarked, gazing at Keith with slight astonishment.

"Oh, I have." Keith thought back to those lonely nights in highschool and college but quickly recovered.

"What are we going to do with all this leftover food?" Zach asked, as Ned began wiping down the table.

"Each of us could take some," Ned suggested. Zach was ok with this idea until he realized that some of the ingredients would interfere with his medication. Ned remembered that Mexican food made his wife nauseous. Keith was too full to think coherently. They all turned to Eugene.

Throughout the filming, he had been unusually quiet, only commenting when necessary. "I... uh... I'm going vegan for a video. Sorry." He walked quickly out of the room.

"Did anyone else think that was weird?" Zach asked. Keith moaned and all attention returned to him.

"This was such a bad idea," he mumbled, closing his eyes.

"Fuck." Ned turned to Zach. "I think we maxed him out."

Zach bit his lip, worried. "He has to go back to his desk till the end of the work day." Ned left the room to find Keith some sweatpants.

Zach knew how to help a bit. He'd been with Keith on some of his milder bad nights. Gently he unzipped Keith's jeans and pulled them off, which was a struggle. Keith's belly, given more freedom, expanded, until it looked like Keith had swallowed a pumpkin. Pulling the fabric of Keith's T-shirt up over the globe of his belly. Zach brushed his finger against the taut skin. Keith moaned again, from pain or pleasure he wasn't sure. Lightly, Zach ran his hands over the bulging belly, massaging out cramps as much as he could. Eventually, his fingers reached the edge of Keith's boxers. They slid under the waistband, pressing into hairy flesh.

The door opened and Ned returned with the sweatpants. Zach flushed and stood up quickly but ned hadn't seen anything. They helped Keith into the sweatpants and then took him to a filming room that was being unused. They laid him down on the couch, hoping his stomach wouldn't take too long to settle. As they were leaving, Keith winked at Zach, being his true food-drunk self.

Eugene paced back and forth in the men's room. Do not throw up, do not throw up, do not throw up. Suddenly, he dove for a toilet, spewing pink tinged vomit into the white bowl. Arms wrapped around his middle, he hoped nobody would see him. His stomach ached and his throat burned. Fairly sure he was finished, he flushed the toilet and pulled himself to his feet. Rinsing his mouth at the sink, he splashed water on his face. He wasn't dizzy at all. His swaying reflection laughed at him.

Eugene stepped out of the bathroom and returned to where they had been filming to retrieve the camera. Ned looked up from the tupperware he was packing the leftovers into. "Dude, are you feeling alright? You look really pale."