The Morning After

Ever really over do it at a party? Well, you REALLY over did it this time.

(Very quick vignette)

The Morning After

Morning light hits my face and I groan. I try to roll away, face the inside of my room, but…it’s hard. Why is it hard to roll over? I huff softly and grab a blanket to pull over my head, I yank upward…and it hangs on something. I grunt loudly and feel a ripple in my midsection, the blanket flies up over my face and blocks out the dawn light. 

Without early morning stinging my eyes the worry over not being able to easily roll over fades. I’m just hungover, that’s all. My head is pounding, what did I drink last night? My stomach feels sour and I grimace as a deep gurgling belch rolls out of me. The belly air gets trapped under the blanket and I almost gag. What did I eat last night? I lift an arm to flap the blanket some, warding off the noxious smell. I feel a ripple again, but on my arm this time. 

I put it out of my mind, after releasing those demons of stench from my gut I don’t feel quite as gross and I press myself back into my pillows and try to fall asleep again. Unfortunately, once lost…sleep refused to be found again. But I’m determined not to get out of bed yet, I can tell by the light that it’s not even 8am yet, an ungodly hour…really. 

Once again I try to roll over, adamant in my resolve to make it happen this time. Why…why am I so heavy? I get onto my side with a herculean push, and I feel a plop, and a…a jiggle. Why am I jiggling? Breathing heavily I move one of my hands to my midsection and grab…I find my hand not just gripping the normal little paunch roll but an entire handful. Even more, my hand has sunk into what that handful is attached to. 

“Oh god…” I breathe, eyes still pinched shut. I force myself into a sitting position against my pile of pillows and tilt my head down, eyes still closed. I can feel something soft under my jaw. “Oh…god…”

Almost hyperventilating now I force my eyes to open, instead of the normal sight I’m greeted by a heavy expanse of flab. Massive moobs rest atop a doughy dome of gut. I lift my arms shakily, my normally somewhat toned biceps are drowned in huge pillowy sacks, and even my forearms jiggle as I tremble. “Oh…oh god…” 

The earlier question of “What did I eat” returns, amended to “HOW MUCH did I eat” and “How could I get this fat overnight”, and just “HOW!?!?!” My plump trembling arms move to the front of my belly, it’s huge and heavy…and so, so, soft. Still panting from both panic and the effort of sitting up, my pudgy hands start to press and squeeze and explore my body. 

Horror slowly settles into the back seat as I marvel at my softness. My lovehandles have a fold above them deep enough for me to hide my entire hand. My rear is wide and globose, my thighs are doughy and have…honestly kind of cute little rolls at the top. I shake my head again, and feel my cheeks and chins wobble back and forth. 

What…happened?!?!