Riiip.
Well, at least you won't feel that painful feeling of restriction, of being held in. You quickly take off your shirt too, so as to have a better view of what's happening to your body. Your belly has absolutely erupted- it seems to be your most prominent feature. Your arms thicken, as do your legs. The warm feeling of this change is so devilishly sweet. As if, you know this is so wrong, but it feels so right. And you can feel it, as if there were millions of little jolts of energy tugging at your body, reforming it. Your legs by now are two tree trunks, supporting a wide, rubbery behind. Your chest has become a breast, resting contently on your gut. Resting on said breasts lies a large double chin. And each of your fingers, like thick Vienna sausages, has plumpened.
Regrettably, the feeling, like purifying fire surging through and warming your obesity, has come to a stop. This is it...this is what it feels like. Feels warm, soft, like a thousand down pillows padding your body. It's so different. You hop a little, watching rolls bounce up down. You sit down, amazed at how your rear has become to wide to be held by the chair. A little edge of each side hangs over. Cool.
Hypothetically, you could spend the entire day doing this. But there's so much more to do, to explore the life that comes with this body. And it doesn't even feel like enough- like a sugary soda, it's what you desire, but it can't quench your thirst. More.
Whoa. One thing at a time. Clothes. You attempt to put on once of your larger shirts and pairs of pants. You can't zip them up, or even make them all the way up your body. Even if you could, your spare tire would hang out, as you can't get your shirt to cover you. And as you walk it rises as your belly jiggles. Although it's not even walking...your striding, combined with the jiggling of your excess blubber, combined with the fact that its easier for you to move from side to side in such a wide body makes it more of a waddle. Well, whatever it is, you need clothes. Buy some? That'd be a waste of money...besides, in the back of your mind, you feel you'll get bigger before you get smaller. There's always Dad's clothes, they might fit. But his clothes are ugly, and smelly. Hell, why not just wish for some? Well...your Wishing Powder supply is finite...so what to do?
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