Ian steadied himself on the edge of the table, his belly aching with an unfamiliar fullness as he heaved himself from his seat. His mother began to clear the table, and Ian hurried back to his bedroom; it was a bit embarrassing to feel so piggish in front of her.
Closing the door and leaning against it heavily, Ian let out a sigh and gingerly rubbed his distended stomach, wincing a bit. Ian had never been one to overeat, but he also knew better than to argue with his mother when she was only trying to take care of him and make sure he was a healthy growing boy. Still, he couldn’t help but regret those last few bites now that he was suffering the consequences of a stuffed tummy ache.
Ian waddled over to his full-length mirror, curious if he looked as stuffed as he felt. Sure enough, he could see the bulge of his gluttonous tummy pressing against the fabric of his tee. Ian blushed…
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