As they walk by the fairgrounds, Peter's body absorbed the last of his lunch. Muscles were beginning to press into other muscles as he moved- and he had to admit he loved the feeling.
A call around the corner snapped him out of his revere. "Step right up and try out the latest in time saving machines! The Foodinator 9000 not only makes sure you get all your daily needs in one sitting, it makes sure you're satisfied! Set it on diet, regular, filling or big man, and it will read when you're full! You don't even need to hit a button! Who'd like to volunteer to try this miracle of science out?" The presenter scanned the crowd, and settled on Peter's massive form. "You look like a strapping boy with a healthy appetite! Come on up!"
Peter waded through the crowd and sat on the machine's bench. A chin rest and nozzle stuck out from a large trailer, and the man fitted it and a headstrap on Peter's head. "Now, if you think you need to stop for any reason, just hit this red button here, ok?" Peter nodded, and the machine whirred to life.
Peter felt the tube shove food into his stomach at an amazing rate- even faster than his own record speeds at the mall's food court. But that ravenous hunger seemed to double to match the machine, rather than be satisfied.
The crowd watched in amazement as Peter's stomach began to bloat at a faster an faster rate. The presenter expected Peter to finish at any moment, but this muscle teen seemed to take all that the machine threw at him at more.
Peter became vaguely aware of the warm pavement brushing the underside of his gut, then his legs pressed against the bench. Still, he didn't feel full at all....