“Repletion is a form of satiety. To replete or to sate is to cloy, glut, gorge, pall, or surfeit. It is the excessive fulfilment of a need or desire. These words are sometimes used to imply complete satisfaction or the state of being abundantly supplied. More commonly, though, satiated is used to suggest a complete repletion that has overcome or destroyed interest and desire. Repletion conversely, then, leads to a mental state of inanition, where the repleted feels a complete lack of vigour or enthusiasm due to the surfeit. To sate leads to a lack of mental doughty. This is what you guys commonly refer to as gainer brain or a food coma.”

Max scratched his arched belly and yawned. “I can’t be bothered listening to any of this anymore,” he whispered to his best friend, Stevie, who was slumped next to him half asleep. “Why do they always give the boringest lectures straight after lunch? Haven’t they heard of the afternoon dip?” Stevie mumbled something unintelligible and nodded. Max took this as an agreement to leave. He raised his podgy hand and interrupted the lecture. “Apologies, Professor, but we need the toilet.” The lecturer rolled his darkly ringed eyes and they shuffled slowly out of the theatre.

As the door closed behind them, Stevie raised his arms in the air in order to let out a huge yawn. As he did this his t-shirt rose causing him to expose the lower half of his heavily distended yet low-hanging stomach. He felt a chill and tugged at his t-shirt in order to cover himself back up. “Why did you do that?” He asked. “I was just about asleep.” Max explained that the lecture was impossible to follow and that they could just use CoPilot to write their assignments anyway. What was the point in staying and putting up with such tedium? They had much better things to do with their time. “We can sleep off our food comas at home,” Max suggested. So they headed out to the bus.

Three hours later they awoke in their dorm to the sound of Gordon banging on their door. “Come in!” Max yelled. The giant ginger boy entered, arms loaded with a resplendent selection of take out bags and snacks. “Don’t sleep all evening,” he said. “The assignment on repletion is due at 8 am tomorrow. I’m going to have to pull an all-nighter. I only hope that I have enough.” Stevie and Max eyed his feast enviously, the smell of fried chicken and sweet and sour sauce causing their now emptying stomachs to growl. “What assignment?” Max asked him. “I just said, on repletion. If you hadn’t skipped out of class early then you would know about it.” “Oh, Shit!” Stevie said, “I guess we’re going to have to pull an all-nighter as well!” Gordon left them as they slowly rose from their beds and redressed.

“We’re going to need to eat first,” Max said, “I can’t possibly work on an empty stomach.” Stevie agreed to order on his phone while Max started up his laptop and Googled the word ‘repletion.’ “It just means to feel full,” he said.

The first order of McDonald’s arrived twenty minutes later. In desperate need of a break after prompting Chat GPT to describe the sensation of feeling full, Max and Stevie dug in. Max wolfed down his order of three Big Macs, large fries, twenty nuggets, a supersized chocolate shake, and two Oreo McFlurries. He wiped spilled ice cream from his thick lips and burped pleasantly. Stevie had two McTasties, three cheeseburgers, two medium fries, four donuts, and an extra large Coke. He also belched loudly, although neither boy felt truly satiated.

They managed to bang out a hundred words of an introduction before deciding that more food was required in order to supply them with the energy required for the task. Inspired by the smell of Gordon’s Chinese order they copied their neighbour and half an hour of procrastinating later a huge greasy bag containing two trays of szechuan chicken, three egg fried rice, and four portions of sweet and sour chicken balls found their way to their room. These were consumed in double quick time as it was already closing in on midnight and they had at least two thousand words to go.

Well aware that Peter’s Pizzeria closed at 1 am they were forced to put their order in the required half an hour before if they didn’t want to have to go and fetch it themselves. By now too full to consider moving they were relieved when the doorbell rang and someone else buzzed the delivery guy into the building. An impressive five hundred words down they lazily asked CoPilot to write the rest and lifted the lid on the first two boxes.

By now Max’s belly was really starting to feel the strain. A huge round globule of fat, it burst proudly out of his unbuttoned shirt. His taught stretched skin reddening over the crown of his expanding bloat he pawed and rubbed at the underside in order to aid digestion as he munched down his sixth slice of pepperoni. Stevie giggled after letting out a simultaneous yawn and burp. He didn’t let his oncoming tiredness slow him down though. His own huge soft sagging belly now achingly full was still demanding that he eat more. He fingered the thick stretch marks that ran up both sides of his overhang and placed a paw on top of the left side of his belly in order to try and judge how much more he could take. At least two more, he thought.

By 2 am six large empty pizza boxes littered the floor. Not a single crust was left. Max sleepily pushed twelve empty dips off his bed and both boys laid down topless on their backs in order to rest. Max’s huge glutted globe rose and fell in front of him with every heavy breath. “Man I feel replete,” he said. Stevie looked over at his happy fat friend and then down at his own wide splayed belly. Fat rolls crumpled up higher and wider than ever before he ran his fingers through his folds and began to circle one of his huge wide saucer sized nipples. With the fog of sleep and gainer brain flooding their tired neurons they both pleasured themselves until the point of exhaustive ejaculation. Too tired to clean, they fell immediately into a heavy food coma, still covered in the pleasure of their night's excess. In the room next to them the sound of Gordon munching on chips could be heard dimly through the wall.

They once more awoke to the sound of their huge ginger neighbour banging on the door. Unperturbed by the fat sticky sights in front of him, Gordon politely informed them that they were running late, before leaving and muttering something about a definite fail.

“Is it me or did Gordon look fatter than ever?” Stevie asked. “Yeah he was fucking huge,” Max agreed, “He must’ve been up eating all night! I hope he managed to get his work done in between filling his face.” “I don’t know how he does it,” Stevie commented, “I could never go all night without sleep.” “Me neither,” Max said.

When they arrived at school Gordon was sitting outside the professor’s office eating a tray of Belgian waffles. “Getting in some last minute revision,” he mumbled as his head fell forwards through exhaustion and lack of sleep. Max knocked on the Professor’s door and they entered.

“Here’s our assignment,” Max said as he handed the puzzled Professor the hastily printed out document. “I hope you don’t mind that we did it together, we missed the exact instructions due to a toilet emergency,” Stevie explained. “But, we did our best,” Max added.

The professor took the paper and threw it straight in his waste paper bin. “I’m afraid that’s yet another F boys.” “What?” Max asked in real surprise. “But, we worked hard on that!” Stevie complained, “You didn’t even read it!”

“It’s not what I asked you to do,” the professor stated calmly. He pointed out through the door where the sound of heavy snoring could be heard coming from the waiting area. The professor rose from his chair and led Max and Stevie out into the corridor. Gordon was fast asleep. His ginormous hairy belly thundered up and down with every deep breath. His left hand was splayed out down his side where an empty carton of Belgian waffles was slowly slipping from his grip towards the floor. His tattered and torn t-shirt was stained in chocolate and sweet and sour dip. His head twitched as he momentarily stopped breathing, appeared to awake, and then snored heavily again. “He hasn’t got his CPAP,” Stevie needlessly explained.

“Now that is repletion, boys,” the professor said. “Look how his belly spills over the sides of his trousers. Look at the red lines on the underside of his fat where his belt has been digging in.” The professor laid a palm on the top of Gordon’s rising belly. “Feel how hard and swollen his stomach bag is, like an overinflated soccer ball. Isn’t he just the pinnacle of gluttony? Now he is truly satiated.” The professor took a black marker pen from his breast pocket, lifted the underside of Gordon’s bedraggled t-shirt and wrote a huge ‘A+’ above his bloated-out belly button.

“But, Sir,” Max protested. “We were equally stuffed last night! We always eat that much! You should have seen me, I was a human mountain of food and lard!”

The professor jabbed a finger into Max’s huge round overhanging belly. It sunk easily into the soft deep layers of fat. He removed his finger and Max even lifted up his own XXXL t-shirt allowing the professor to place his finger over an inch deep into his belly button and wiggle it around. “Look how fat I am. Look how fat I am!” he pleaded, as his massively round and fat belly bounced inches out over his waistband.

The professor was about to speak when Max’s belly gave him away. It rumbled and growled deeply. The professor even spotted it shake - he was that hungry. “You call that repletion, boy? You sound like you could eat a horse!” “I could, I could eat a horse!” Max’s eyes were beginning to tear up. How could this man seriously question his dedication and desire? His vigour and enthusiasm for eating as much as humanly possible?

“This was a practical assignment. An examination so to speak. Clearly neither of you have listened or understood the purpose of this assessment. I’m bitterly disappointed in you both.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Max lashed out in frustration. “Now, that won’t help anyone,” the professor said calmly. “You will both have a chance to retake next semester. I expect to see you both full to the brim by then.”

Stevie and Max sulked away.

“I don’t understand,” Stevie said. “What did we do wrong?” “I have no idea,” Max replied. “But, I know one thing, I’m fucking starving!” “Yeah, let’s get breakfast,” Stevie agreed.

Gordon entered the cafeteria one hour later to find his housemates fast asleep. Max and Stevie were squeezed into a booth, bellies pushing out against the table, fat heavy heads down on their puffy chests. The table was littered with dozens of empty plates, cups, and bowls. The only remaining evidence of the eight fried breakfasts, dozen muffins, six bowls of cereals, and mountain of pancakes that they had consumed between them. He had never seen them looking so sate.

“What a pair of fat fucking idiots,” he muttered to himself.