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Chapter #6
eat most of the pancakes
by: Unknown
Quite simply there had been no way for anyone, even Brett, to eat so many pancakes that were of such a size. A huge size that is, each seemed to be at least ten inches across. Besides that Brett counted the pancakes. It came out to be fifty-two of the monstrous, fluffy, delicious, and fattening pancakes.
Nevertheless Brett felt like he owed it to Andrew to eat as much as he could. He actually did a good job of it. He managed to eat about forty-three of the huge pancakes. Each one lathered in butter and coated with that amazingly tasty pure syrup that Andrew raved about.
With each pancake that disappeared one by one into the gaping maw that Brett's mouth became his stomach grew. Brett's shear size made the difference slight, but a deiference there was. Slowly Brett's pants grew tighter, which he always bought tight to show how toned his muscles were. On the twelfth pancake he had to unbutton them, he promptly followed by taking them off completely since they were the pair he had worn the night before. His belly continued to grow poking out from under his shirt, which he took off on the twentieth. His bare belly broadened, making the thick trail of hair leading down his navel appear thin. Soon his underwear became stretched to its limit as Brett's massive, and rapidly growing due to his new feedings from Andrew, appetite took pancake after pancake along with a large amount of orange juice and water. Before Brett maxed out, feeling a bit sick and in pain from the bloat, he even took off his extra-durable boxers, not wanting to push them too far.
Brett sat there in the apartment at the table naked for nearly twenty minutes taking in labored breathes and rubbing his painfully swollen paunch. His skin was stretched taut over its hard, basketball-like contour. Still Brett felt a bit disappointed in himself for not being able to eat all of the pancakes. They were a gift (as Brett saw it) from Andrew and they were absolutely fantastic. It was a shame he couldn't fully appreciate it and eat them all. Once Brett's body broke down the components in his belly and the swelling decreased enough that it wasn't painful he got up and went to the bathroom for some much needed relief. Afterwords Brett took a shower to clean off all the syrup that was sticking to his hands and all over his belly from being rubbed. By the time he finished his huge frame had taken away most of the swelling though he still felt stuffed. He put on a fresh pair of clothes, though he couldn't quite button his size 32 jeans yet.
while waiting for his body to take down the swelling enough that he could fit his stomach into his tight pants his sat on the couch and admired his muscles. He knew that if it weren't for his muscles and his fast metabolism provided by them, that he would still be quite bloated and that all the food Andrew fed him would have probably put quite a bit of heft to his frame. As it was Brett thought that he noticed a slight increase in the thickness of his skin. He obsessed about his fitness. His face looked as if all fat had been burned away and his huge ripped arms and strong pecs along with his toned, powerful legs were a tribute to his persistent dedication to fitness. Maybe if he didn't spend so much time eating and being a bit bloated he would notice that his abs were beginning to fade.......
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