chapter 6

Justin had a terrible hangover the next day. He had a day off, but could not stay in bed all day. His bedroom was too cold. Instead, he stayed in his pyjamas, wrapped himself in his duvet and sat in front of the fire in front of the telly. He definitely was not hungry. He dozed on and off until late afternoon, before he ventured into the bathroom. As he undressed, he could not help noticing his new, softness and his bulging pot belly. All this gorging was not right, something was very wrong and he was getting fat!
He grabbed a handful of belly fat in each hand and jiggled it, then dropped it, feeling disgusted with himself. Dropping his belly sent shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body.
Wow!
He grabbed a handful of love handle fat and dropped that. It did not have the same effect. He poked, slapped, grabbed and rubbed at his newly fattened flesh. Finding out what felt the best. He pushed his belly out as far as it would go. Then sucked it in as far as it would go. He wished he had a full length mirror to look at himself. He didn't, but he could not make it go flat again. Pushed out, he had to bend over to see his toes. He stroked it as if it was a separate entity, unaware of the red silvery stretchy marks on his sides.
He could not help thinking what it would be like to walk around with a belly this huge all the time? How would people react? Would they think he was a big, fat pig? Would they be appalled, the same way his freinds had reacted last night?
He'd quite enjoyed shocking them. They had even been so surprised when he'd drank enough to get even slightly drunk. They were even more surprised when he'd become so drunk they'd had to make sure he got into a taxi safely.
Justin made a decision. He was not going to be ordinary any more! He wanted to stand out from the crowd, not blend in with it!
With that decision made, he got himself washed and dressed, but remained unshaven.
It was already early afternoon, but he headed into town to do a little bit of shopping.
He didn't worry about the money. He just put the things he could not afford on his credit card. He was surprised that to get clothes to fit properly, he had to go up two sizes, not just one! He was now a size thirty four waist! He could not help thinking what it would feel like to be two more sizes bigger at a size thirty eight! He bought a pair of trousers, a pair of jeans and two brightly coloured shirts and a couple of bright tee shirts to fit his size thirty four body. Then he went around the corner to a different shop and bought one set of similar items in a size thirty eight.
He could not carry much more, so he went home.
He dropped the bags of new clothing into his bedroom, then headed straight back out again. He bought a cheap full length mirror from the hardware store. On his way back, he stopped off at the mini supermarket and bought four litres of fizzy pop. He wanted to bloat his belly out as far as it would go to see what it would look like in his new clothes.
He set up the mirror in his bedroom first, somewhere he could get a good view, but where no one could see him from the window as they walked passed.
He checked himself out wearing his size thirty clothes. The size he had worn since leaving school.
Wow! He really had piled on the pounds! He knew his trousers were tight, but he had not realised how stretched and wrinkled the fabric was! His shirt was no longer loose as it should be, but stretched and wrinkled all the same. There were gaps between the buttonholes even!
Now what would he look like with a full belly?
He poured out his first glass of coke and drank it down quickly and easily. The second glass was more difficult. He had to take several rests and burped loudly. He laughed at himself at how gross he sounded. What he was doing was not right, it was downright insane! Before he started an argument with himself, he poured himself another drink. He could feel his stomach filling up now. He put his glass down for a rest halfway and changed his stance. He could feel the liquid sloshing about inside him.
He loosened his trouser buttons to make more room, then continued drinking.
After he'd downed a litre, he put his glass down. He could not drink any more! His belly felt painful from being overfull. The skin was stretched. He took another look at himself in the mirror. His bloated belly was perfectly round. His over stretched shirt gaped so widely between the buttons that flesh was visible. It had also risen up somewhat revealing more flesh where his zip was down.
Again, he was shocked at his own appearance, knowing that last night, after eating two portions of fish and chips his belly had been this swollen, but with food, not fluid.
He burped again and felt the tension inside his stomach ease. He drank again to fill the gap that the escaping gas had left.
He groaned with the pain as he overstretched his stomach even more. He loosened the buttons on his shirt to examine how round and bloated he really was. He stroked the stretched skin, like he had earlier with an empty belly.
He looked like such a porker!
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to change before he had to make the first of many trips to the loo for an extended wee.
He waited until his belly had gone down and felt soft again, then he changed into his size thirty fours. He started drinking the coke again, to study the effect.
He filled his new clothes out nicely, but with his belly pushed out to the maximum, his trousers were a little bit tight.
He took the size thirty fours off and tried on the thirty eights. He topped up with his fluids again then took another look at himself. The thirty eights were big and baggy on him. He could not imagine ever filling them. He pulled them out in the middle. There was a BIG gap to fill there! He was not sure if he wanted to be THAT big! No that would be taking things too far!
He took his clothes off and lay down on the bed. He was not feeling too well. Perhaps he had overdone it!