The Biggest [Full Story]

By Jackal Entente

The complete story of The Biggest. This box set contains "I Must Feed", "I Will Exceed", and "All Us, All Belly".

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jackal Entente
• Release date: Jul 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215231272

Jackal Entente

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The Biggest [Full Story]

By Jackal Entente

Copyright 2023 Jackal Entente

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[I Must Feed]

It was the day before Easter, on a cold Saturday night in 2012. Our story takes place at the Saint Kenelm church in Romsley, England. It was a property that weathered the test of time, built in the 12th century. The distinguishing edifice was a tower that was added on three centuries later. The fifty-foot spire was an intuitive vision of the past. Since then, other constructions had transcended that measurement by a long shot. Humanity always had a penchant to go bigger, and in many facets of the conception. Whether it was the architecture we made or the scope of our lifestyle aspirations. We wanted to make it big...and for everyone to recognize the hard work that went into making those accomplishments. This especially applied to those who tried to beat world records. Inside this building was one of the more offbeat extremes. It was an undecorated chocolate egg that weighed over a staggering ten metric tons. It was laying on its side, unable to stand with its fifty-one-foot stature. It was stored in the nave, the ceiling too low to prop it up. The bakers that made it had surpassed the largest one by a thirty-three percent margin. They weren't the only ones who fancied to stun people by exceeding a size achievement. A hyper pregnant redheaded lady who went by the name Christina Hendricks had a similar goal in mind.

What's the circumference? The one in Italy was over sixty-four feet. she inquired, looking up at the marvel of delicious Cadbury-made cacao beans. It was fitting, considering it was going to debut in nearby Birmingham, the city where the aforesaid company was founded.

Ninety-six and a half feet. Forty pastry chefs made it. It took almost a bloody month. Then again...you know all about baking many things for a long time. Simon Whitehouse, her cousin, quipped. He was referring to the senselessly huge belly she was cusping with her supple mitts. It wasn't just big. Its eighty-inch circumference made her in the running for the world's biggest pregnant belly, with Octomom being the arguable forerunner. That wasn't acceptable to her. She craved to be certain there was no doubt about her holding that record. Presently, she was twenty weeks along, halfway through the whopping gestation. How many was she having? She couldn't tell you. The voluptuous thirty-five-year-old didn't plan on getting so gravid.

The dough has yet to adequately rise... she mumbled, rubbing the two-foot-wide girth. If she lived thousands of lifetimes, you couldn't tell her there was an inkling of this happening in any of them.

What? ...Hold on, I got to take this. he rushed, cellphone ringing.

Mr. Whitehouse went to a corner as she admired the confectionary feat. Four and a half months ago, after wrapping up filming for season five of Mad Men, she was approached by a bizarre group representing a private fertility firm. They offered her a lucrative multi-million dollar deal to be a spokesperson for them. The catch was that she would get knocked up with their wonder drug and for the most part, ask no questions. Normally, she would have laughed them out of the room. However, on that night, she was on her tenth caramel-flavored single-malt scotch. They ambushed Christina at her favorite bar, the Varnish in Los Angeles.

You're kidding! They're twats for doing this! Simon exclaimed, talking to an unknown party. She smoothed out the fabric of her black pencil skirt. An unusual tailor modified the clothing so that it looked proportional, despite the oppressively cumbersome belly. The hem ended at the midway point of her shins. Although the garment was designed to elongate her five-foot and ten-inch anatomy, the broad midsection failed to make the facade an actuality. The color black was visually slimming, but it made the mass look like a black hole, waiting to pull everything in its path. Bullocks. Bullocks! ...I'm coming now.

He fastly walked over to her, pocketing his mobile. I have to go. Problem with transportation. The fools are demanding double to ship it. You can handle this, right? he asked, gesturing to the camera on a tripod.

She smiled coyly and then feigned an offended