The soda set in Avery's stomach. He started to get a little uncomfortable due to the gas rapidly building up in his slightly bloated belly. Avery urged to rub his aching stomach,but alas he couldn't since his arms were strapped to the feeding chair: he would ask Stan to rub his stomach for him,but he didn't like the idea of men touching.
"Ooh...",said Avery "I feel like I'm going to pop,Smith. And it feels so,Mmmmm,Good." As the speed of Avery's bloated stomach increase per second,buttons start to pop open,Avery's stomach widened and grew larger and larger. Stan couldn't resist the urge to feed his boss while this was happening.
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