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His stomach is huge. I can't take my eyes off of it. He's so skinny - at least for now - and it pours out from him like a mountainous boulder. The skin glistens not only with sweat, but with how much it has stretched to accumulate the feast. While normally pale, it now glows pink with effort. Already there are thin stretchmarks forming.
Running my finger from chest to bellybutton, I feel how hard it is. Taut as a drum, refusing to give an inch when I poke it forcefully. This draws a moan from his lips; he's still mostly unconscious. Sleeping off the stuffing. He's so sweet - didn't even bother trying to remove the feeding tube. Finally learned his lesson.
Currently, the beautifully swollen young man lies in the centre of the bed. Stomach soaring upwards before crashing back down onto the mattress. As much as it has pushed forwards, it's distended outwards as well. Formed a huge, perfect dome the size of which a human stomach has never been before. Though still in slumber, it is clear each breath is difficult. Though neither he nor I can move him, so he just has to stay put.
That belly - God, it drives me insane. I've known him almost a week - not long enough for the rest of him to fatten up. But that gut has been a trooper. Before it was pitifully concave, but no longer. It is a beautiful piece of work, and I will make it bigger.
When he finally wakes, we make a team effort and put him into a sitting position. He can breathe much easier. The unearthly mound rests on the bed, taking off a load of pressure. I turn on the feeding tube without hesitation. Instantly, his mouth his flooded with food. He doesn't have to do anything but sit there as it forces its own way into his belly. I sit before him, watching with wide, eager eyes as it begins to grow. Engorging itself ten-fold, pushing outwards towards me and the sides of the bed. It flows over his thighs, demanding new space as it simply gets bigger. Beneath the mask, he moans in pain.
I don't stop.
Running my finger from chest to bellybutton, I feel how hard it is. Taut as a drum, refusing to give an inch when I poke it forcefully. This draws a moan from his lips; he's still mostly unconscious. Sleeping off the stuffing. He's so sweet - didn't even bother trying to remove the feeding tube. Finally learned his lesson.
Currently, the beautifully swollen young man lies in the centre of the bed. Stomach soaring upwards before crashing back down onto the mattress. As much as it has pushed forwards, it's distended outwards as well. Formed a huge, perfect dome the size of which a human stomach has never been before. Though still in slumber, it is clear each breath is difficult. Though neither he nor I can move him, so he just has to stay put.
That belly - God, it drives me insane. I've known him almost a week - not long enough for the rest of him to fatten up. But that gut has been a trooper. Before it was pitifully concave, but no longer. It is a beautiful piece of work, and I will make it bigger.
When he finally wakes, we make a team effort and put him into a sitting position. He can breathe much easier. The unearthly mound rests on the bed, taking off a load of pressure. I turn on the feeding tube without hesitation. Instantly, his mouth his flooded with food. He doesn't have to do anything but sit there as it forces its own way into his belly. I sit before him, watching with wide, eager eyes as it begins to grow. Engorging itself ten-fold, pushing outwards towards me and the sides of the bed. It flows over his thighs, demanding new space as it simply gets bigger. Beneath the mask, he moans in pain.
I don't stop.
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You've always been the first person to finish eating first. The mess splayed on the round table, me, you and the others on a semicircle booth, stuffed out of our minds. Yet, you were the only one that barely had five hundred calories. A slice of pizza, some cheese bread and fries were enough, you say. "Live a little." One of our friends say to you. "It's the new years." You politely declined the friend's offer, of course. This meal had already set you off and you'll be running around the neighborhood in the morning and in the evening. Anything to keep your waist below the 30" mark. Then, I get another slice, subtly pushing the large pizza, still within its box, to your direction. "We can't finish it on our own. Just one more slice. Please?" No? Well, we didn't expect you to say yes to the offer anyway. Of course, you berate us for being so lax and unstrict with our diets, like our waistlines were so prone to damage like yours. Heh. -- "Just one?" You say, burping out the
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Feeding Time
Full. Oh so full. Sat back in the reclining arm chair, I can barely move an inch. The weight of dinner presses down on me, and as I rub my gut with ham-like hands I try to imagine what I look like. Big would be an understatement. Huge still doesn’t cover it. I feel mammoth, elephantine, fattened and stuffed to bursting like a helpless Christmas turkey.
Looking down, I assess the damage. A big and bloated beach ball of a belly bursts through my buttoned shirt. Charges over my trunk-like lap and surges towards my knees. It’s taut, tight, shining with strain as it battles to keep the feast in. The skin is hot, stinging, as though it
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A Little More
Finally, home. It seemed like he would never get there. He dropped his things at the door and went straight for the kitchen as his belly growled loudly once again. Zach sighed, putting a hand on his rumbling belly. Ever since he had started gaining weight he found himself hungry all of the time. The food was starting to show on him too. His belly rounded out noticeably, usually pushing out a bit against some of his tighter shirts.
But now he felt like he could eat everything in the kitchen. He cooked up a variety of things while snacking on a box of cookies. By the time he was finished he had made a small feast for himself and busied himself
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