Growing

Imagine you wake up a little bloated, belly pressing into your pj bottoms just slightly. Getting dressed your shirt feels a little more snug than usual and your pants tighter. By noon your swollen and heavy, shirt riding up your bloated middle and struggling to stay stretched over your heavy gut. Your jeans dig painfully into your hips and thighs as your body swells and fattens. Breathing heavy as you struggle to remove your jeans, you realize your shirt is only covering your chest now, your fat globe of a belly hanging out before you. It’s firm and swollen to the touch. Standing you waddle over to the couch and barely manage to sit, gut slapping against your thick thighs. Your belly weighs you down and you pant to catch your breath, you must be over 300 lbs at this point. Your belly being the biggest part of you, sticking out almost two feet in front. By supper you’re starving, your huge belly now grown even larger and pinning you almost completely to the couch. After what seemed like an eternity, you manage to get on your feet and get to the kitchen. Mounds of food are piled on the counter and your mouth begins to water. Plopping down on the bench you hear a long creak but ignore it, choosing instead to dig into your feast. Bowl after bowl and stacks of plates later and you can feel the bottom of your gut touching the floor between your legs. It’s swollen beyond belief at this point and wedging you under the table, making your thick hog ass stick out obscenely behind you. Groaning, you rub our distended belly and pressed into the hard flesh until you hear a hard crack and the wooden bench beneath you breaks in two. Prisoner to your belly all you can do it lay there and massage circles into the bloated orb, moaning and panting to catch your breath from the huge weight in front of you. How did this happen, how did you become such a bloated pig. Fat rolls, no clothing, covered in food and sweat and still starving. All you can think about now is growing more, and you start to feel your belly expand.