This choice: A Belt with a strange looking buckle. • Go Back...Chapter #3Fashion accessories by: syke   You pick up the belt and inspect it. The leather itself looks like ordinary brown leather and has quite a few notches punched into it. It looks well worn, with signs of wear and tear occurring from roughly the last third of the belt's holes.
"Must have been a bit of a fatty." You say to yourself.
There is a small gold plate that hides the buckle itself from view, kind of like what you see cowboys wear. The fastening mechanism is just a stud that pops into each hole, and even though on testing it seems pretty sturdy, you still think it can slide loose if you engage in a bit of rough and tumble. A small tag has "Warning: may shrink when wet" printed on it. All in all, it's a pretty fine belt.
You take off you own belt and slip it the new one through the belt loops on your shorts. You manage to fasten it to the second hole, like you usually do. It seems a little tight though.
"Must be a small belt," you mumble while gauging how much room is left between your waistband and you. When you look at the gold plate, you see the number 210 has been engraved on it, the same number as your weight.
"Missed that earlier. Must be a sign- this is my lucky number and I intend on keeping it."
You chuckle to yourself as you undo the belt and set it at the next notch. A strange sensation passes over you and you see a small light shimmer across the buckle. The plate now reads 215.
"What the?"
While looking at the belt, you can see your stomach slowly rise up and out to fill the gap. It's only a small increase, kind of like taking a deep breath in, but when you poke it, you realise that your once rock hard abs are covered with a layer of fat.
"The fuck? This comes off now!" You undo the belt again and start to take it off when you accidentally push the stud through a notch two holes further down. The plate shimmers again and now reads 235.
"Oh hell no!" You cry out in frustration as you see your gut balloon out again. Your previous size 32" waist has blown up to a 35. You prod and poke your new gut and it jiggles.
"The fuck, I've never jiggled before in my whole life!"
An idea pops into your head. Maybe if you can bring it back to the notch it was in before, you'll lose the weight. You undo the tight belt, careful not to let it hit any other hole. You suck in your gut as much as you can and begin to pull it together.
After about five minutes of struggling you manage to hook it back into where you first started. The plate glows softly and a new number is etched onto it by the light- 210.
"Fuck yeah, I knew it would go..."
Your victory is cut short by another tingle that runs through your body. Instead of shrinking down like you thought you would, you instead feel incredibly bloated. A faint hissing sound can be heard and your whole torso begins to inflate outward. It stops fairly quickly, but the damage is noticeable. Now it looks like a rather fluffy pillow has been shoved down your shirt. Your underwear feels tighter, and with a few pokes you come to the conclusion that your ass has blown up too. Feeling around your gut, it appears as if the belt is cinching in your waist, with your belly bulging rather comically above and below the the leather strap. It really is digging into your bloated form, and it feels like it could pop off any second now.
You've got get this thing off, or at least under control. You're tempted to try and unbuckle it yourself, but your balloon belly is obscuring your view. Is it worth the risk?
You remember that the small tag said something about shrinking when wet. You know you passed several streams and rivers on the way here, but what if something else goes wrong? Maybe you should search the tree house for something to help you?
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