Chapter 2- Oomph..., Its getting bigger.. mmm...

When would it end? WOULD it end?...

I shifted in panic, my belly moved side to side, pulling my weight with it and sending ripples through my body. Bigger, and fatter, and bigger, and sexier, and fatter…

Finally it stopped. I stayed put for a moment, just in case. I felt very heavy, and the self-consciousness was starting to give way to something else… I raised a chunky hand and felt my plump face. I gasped in wonderment and my hand dropped. I shuddered in awe and pleasure when my hand fell on top of my big belly. It was all mine… As if reading my thoughts, my belly started growing again, stretching my once loose t-shirt to its limits. In my fattened form, I looked up in panic at the devil. He nodded in comfort. It was supposed to happen. It was supposed to happen. What, was I supposed to pop? SUPPOSED to turn into a total- Oomph. Breathing restricted.

My t-shirt (it was loose before!) was struggling to contain me. I was a bit embarrassed, but more intrigued… and worried! Would it stop growing?? I sort of wanted to see it …

I heard the sound of tearing fabric and another, and another, I was scared… Then my big, bare, beautiful belly was bursing out from the remains of my t-shirt. I tore the rest off, and took in the extent of the damage.

I had big, flabby pecs where once I had a bony ribcage, and they sat on top of a blimped-up gut which was hanging over my waistband, jutting two feet in front of me. I couldn’t see my feet. I shivered with excitement, reached up, and gingerly felt my gut.

It was smooth to the touch, soft, and jiggly yet round… my roaming fingers found my bellybutton, and I let my finger slip into it, feeling the warm hole was inches deep. I picked my belly up from the bottom and it lifted. It felt so good to have it, and feel it… I slapped it, sending ripples through my portly body. I was now officially a fat person! My bottom (wide load!) jiggled whenever I moved, and my boxers were pulled tight with my thick, fat thighs spilling from the bottom.

My belly was indescribably … wow. It’s weird to feel its presence there, where not 5 minutes ago I had a flat stomach. Every inch of my person was covered in pounds and pounds of luscious, rolling fat! I was getting more excited by the minute.



The Devil noticed the awkward way that I held my belly, and unknown to me (I was drooling onto my bare flesh) he sneaked up behind me, grabbed my thick love handles with his startlingly warm hands, and shook hard. My belly went up and down, bouncing, quivering wildly, and I finally started to feel like I was living my sexual fantasy.

“Th-thank you,” I said awkwardly, trying to turn around in order to see him.

“No, don’t move,” he muttered, “and just have FUN! I personally don‘t have a fetish for fat, but my, you‘re such a porker now! Jeez…”

“I know,” I breathed, ignoring the "fetish" remark, fingering my bellybutton again. “It’s so amazing, thrilling, and… wow, you should try being fat!”

“No thanks, got an image to uphold, but I would rather like to see how much food you can get in there… curious… anyway,”

He strolled around my front, pretending to be exerted from the “long” walk. I blushed. He told me to lighten up and let go a bit… if that was possible.

He then poked my belly. I gasped with surprise.

“Just checking the pressure in your spare tire,” he said, putting emphasis on the last two words. I was thrilled.

“Hmm,” he hmmed. “”Seems like your stomach grew a lot, wow! Aren’t you hungry?”

“Not yet,” I replied, but I might have something later.”

I heard the devil mutter something like “God help your fridge…” and proceeded to slap my very large posterior.

“Oh! I exclaimed, feeling a little violated. I guess he was only trying to help me loosen up. “Go on, bubble butt” he grinned. “Enjoy yourself for an hour.”

I waddled out the door excitedly, planning what I would do with my new flab ecstatically, oblivious to the events to come …

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