Tom made his way down to breakfast, he found something strange about how he was walked. He couldn't put his finger on it, he keeping feeling off balanced as if his hips where moving more exaggeratedly for side to side. He just groaned and shrugged it off putting it down to the weird morning he was having. Before he even got to the kitchen his mouth was watering, the smell of the bacon and egg wafted down the hall and hit him like a ton of bricks. He unconsciously picked up his pace feeling he gut rumble with anticipation of the meal to come. In the kitchen his mom had been busy cooking up a storm as she usually did on a Saturday. Tom burst in through the kitchen door barley acknowledging his mother and sat down to stuff his face with every thing he could get his hands on.
"Wow hun you must have been starving" his mother said to him mild perplexed. Tom just sat there still in a daze not quit sure what had happen. He looked around at the empty plates and what was left of breakfast and was stunned. How the hell did I eat all that. Tom's stomach felt fit to burst and his pants did feel much better. He looked down at his taut round belly with mild disgust at what he had done to himself. Fuck I'll have to ran for hours to burn this off, he went to stand up but felt drained of all his energy, he huffed and puffed at the strain of standing with so much food in his stomach. He decided the run could wait till he digested this food. He waddled back up stares and to he bedroom where he..
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