And so Zayn stayed in the hotel for the next month. The only great distance he managed to hobble to in his cast was the restaurant on the ground floor. Zayn was 34 floors up, and had a fantastic view of the ocean below.
With little to do, Zayn's stuffings and binges became more frequent. Multiple times during the day, Zayn would gorge on food brought to him by room service. A typical stuffing with start with something light, something as basic a green salad. However, the main meal would consist of pizza, fatty burgers and chips. Dessert could be ice cream, apple pie, chocolate cake, you name it. Every time Zayn ate to achieve the feeling of a full and tight stomach, he discovered he could eat a little more than the time before.
Slowly, with each day passing, Zayn noticed that his stuffings made his stomach protrude a little more than the time before. He would eat so much sometimes that is innie belly button would be forced outwards.
Zayn loved the feeling, post stuffing, of his tight, round gut in his hand. Massaging, encouraging the vast amounts of food he consumed to digest. His stomach would gurgle and groan as it worked through all the food. Every other day or so, Niall would come up to see him.
'You sure do love your food!' said Niall in his thick Irish brogue, as he picked up a slice of pizza.
'Yeah, almost as much as you!' joked Zayn. While Zayn did easily eat more than Niall, he noticed that Niall was not too shy about packing it away either. In a sitting, Niall could dust off an entire pizza and a good amount of cake or something after.
After every meal, Zayn took his steroid tablets. One day, out of boredom, he read the box they came in.
Corticosteroid
Take with every meal. Do not exceed more than 5 doses in a 24 hour period.
Possible side effects:
Tiredness
Increased Appetite
Weight Gain
That explains me being able to eat so much... thought Zayn.
It had been a month since he had been discharged, and moved into the hotel. He was due a check-up. Zayn hobbled to the mirror in the bathroom. He had a scruffy beard on his face. His hair was long and messy. His clothes made him look homeless. For the past month, he had lived in sweats and t-shirts. Zayn washed himself, through on some clean sweats and went out of the hotel, leaving the ground for the first time in a month.
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