the whole squad had ballooned.
some were on the floor grasping at their new
bellies. others were just sitting motionless
moaning .. like someone who had gorged
himself at an all-you-can-eat. other were
rubbing their stomachs in some sort of
confused state. chaz fell back on the floor
speachless. chris look at me. what were
we going to go.
"what happened?" "i feel so big" "this
can't be happening"... were heard amid
the moaning.
it was almost impossible to move around
the locker room without rubbing against
someone's belly. as i moved to survey
the beached whales that were formerly
my football team... my stomach rubbed
against the side of john wayland's.
the former tight end was no longer that
a heaving mound of flesh with legs and arms.
but as our bellies touched... i notice how
sensitive my stomach had become. i stood
back. john noticed as well. in fact everyone
notice how sensitive their new bellies were.
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