I opened my eyes and looked blearily up at my bedroom ceiling. Only it wasn't my bedroom ceiling at all.
I felt very odd. I opened my eyes fully and tried to sit up, but there was something stopping me. Toched my hand to my face. They both felt weird, and as I looked at my hand I found out why.
My fingers were fat, like sausages. My face was fat, too - I could feel at least one extre chin. I heaved myself up into a sitting position and threw off the duvet cover.
I was ENORMOUS. My huge belly spilled into my lap and my legs and arms were immensely thick. I was wearing only a pair of boxers. They were massive, but they still felt tight on me. I managed to heave myself out of bed and stood up, trying hard not to overbalance. I wasn't used to weighing this much.
I looked around at the room. It seemed quite nice. There was a big double bed, a wardrobe, a desk with a computer, a stereo and a bookcase. Everything was more expensive-looking than the already nice stuff I had in the room I knew, and the chair was big enough to accommodate my larger size. Even the doorway was wider.
Just then, my massive stomach let off a volley of cannon fire. I decided to...
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