This choice: Percy gives into his hunger. • Go Back...Chapter #6Percy gives into his hunger. by: ohcalamity   Percy succumbed his hunger, and like a starved animal, crammed handfuls of ice cream into his mouth. When he was finished, he licked his fingers clean and unbuttoned his suddenly too-tight jeans that cut painfully into his waist and belly. He threw the empty tub under his bed, ignoring his stomach's angry gurgle.
He laid back down, gently running his hands over his surprisingly taut, yet fleshy gut. Breathing a sigh of contentment out of his nose, he passed out into food sated slumber.
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Percy woke up to his mom in the hallway calling for him to get up. After a few minutes of blinking open bleary eyes and yawning, he reluctantly slid out of warm, comfy bed. He was surprised to feel slightly cooler air hit his legs, until he realized he had probably taken off his jeans during the night.
Sauntering over dresser, he pulled out some clothes. He crammed a shirt on fairly easily, (though he could feel a small breeze hit his stomach), but his jeans...
Those were a problem.
The jeans, gods. Once he managed to get them up his legs with several hops, they were practically suffocating his thighs. But when he tried to pull them up to his waist, there was an obstacle in the way.
And that's when Percy realized the obstacle was his ass.
Feeling incredibly puzzled, he stiffly walked to his vertical bathroom mirror (why did he even have one of those?), surveying his lower half.
Percy nearly choked.
His legs were huge, looking squeezed into the two or three sizes too-small jeans. They didn't touch each other though, so that was a good thing. His arms, too, were flabbier and thicker, jiggling slightly whenever he moved. His face was softer, too, with something that would soon turn into a double chin. But his belly by far had the most obvious change. It bulged out over his tight waistband, and pressed against his shirt, creating an outline of the round object. The fabric even rode up an inch, revealing a strip of tannish skin.
"Holy shit," Percy whispered to himself. "How did I let myself get this big?" He lifted the shirt over his gut, causing it to bunch up. He poked the blob experimentally, letting out a small gasp. It was soft. So soft.
He could also grab a handful of the jiggly flesh. Woah. This was weird. Percy...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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