"Urrrp!" a louch belch escaped Brad, his hand resting on his now significantly larger stomach, fingers wrapping on it. He found himself rubbing it, trying to relieve some of the pressure he was felling. While doing this, he looked at this phone. No new messages. Not even from Chrstine, the only girl on campus who had no intrest in him. This, of course, made him interested in her. Oh well.
Just then, his good freind Randy came in, balancing a pizza and a gallon of coke. "Hey, Brad! You're not going to believe it, some guy left this down-" he was speechless as he saw his freind lying there shirtless, his belly bulging out as he was surrounded by crumbs.
Randy had knwon Brad for years, and always, for some strange reason, wanted him to get fatter. Of course he found himself lifting weights with him instead, but still.
"Oh! Hey Randy ma' man! Take a load off!" Brad said, raising the empty bottle. Randy put the pizza box down on top of the empty one, before taking a seat in an easy chair, eyes not leaving Brad's new gut.
"Man, kinda let yourself go, neh?"
"Ehhh, I'll work it off in the morning. Besides, I don't have practice or any thing for a while." Brad said, another small belch escaping him.
"Huh. So, you still hungry?"
"Huh? No way, man!"
"You sure? Its a deep-dish with all the works." Randy suggested.
"...Eh, why not?" Brad said, sitting up and grabbing the box, opening it up and proceeding to stuff his face. Randy was speechless, in the best possible way.
Just then, Brad heard a rumble come from the couch cushion. It was his cell phone! He looked down at the small screen, surpirsed to see it was from...