This  choice:   Call it a night, get the guys home, have more fun tomorrow.  •  Go Back...Chapter #25Some Belching for the Road    by: kimba111      “Still having fun, boys?” Dad asks resting his hands on the much meatier shoulders of Slim and Pudge. 
 
“Hell yeah!” Pudge responds. “This is the best burp-off we’ve ever had.” 
 
“Don’t know what’s going on, but I could definitely go for more,” Slim adds. They must be so drunk that they don’t realize what’s happening.  
 
Just then Big Boy sits down at the table again. “Hey, boss. Thanks for taking us out. It’s been awesome!” Seeing how much fun they’re having, Dad can’t rain in their parade. Not just yet anyway. Though, they’ve all put on at least 200 pounds. Perhaps he’ll stop the festivities when they start getting a little closer to his amazing size. 
 
Dad buys another round of beers for the four of them and lets the party continue. They all raise their glasses in a toast and down the contents. Dad is the first to finish his drink and he triumphantly slams the glass on the table, releasing a monster belch in the process. The others give him approving looks having finished their drinks right afterward. ‘Too bad I wasn’t a part of the wish, but then again, I don’t really need to be gaining any more right now,’ Dad thinks patting his hefty paunch and smirking at his boys. Pudge goes after him and fails to live up to the bar Dad just set, netting him fifteen pounds to bring him up to 545. ‘Have my burps really become that powerful,’ Dad wonders. With his increased poundage, who knows what the reason is. Big Boy lets loose a good one next and bumps up to 510 pounds. The three of them look at Slim expectantly who sits there for a second and then shrugs. 
 
“Running out of steam, bud,” Pudge jeers. He burps again almost as if to make a point, rising up to 575 pounds. Big Boy laughs and burps again himself adding another thirty. Slim, having already gained over 400 pounds putting him at 580, has already gained much more weight that the other two. It makes sense that he wouldn’t be burping as regularly now. 
 
Pudge, Big Boy, and Dad continue to burp while Slim sits there looking rather left out. Dad feels a little bad for him. He knows how desperately Slim has always wanted to be a big guy but his metabolism has had other ideas. Slim trained himself to be able to burp like the big construction men so he wouldn’t be left out at events like these. A little while later and Dad feels it is time to finally send these guys home. After all, Pudge and Big Boy now weight 695 and 675 pounds respectively, now both much bigger than Slim. A few more good burps and they’d easily outweigh Dad and even Tiny. Dad takes a look at the handiwork of his wish as the four of them are getting ready to leave. The table is now much more cramped, even with less people, than when the night started, considering there is now over 2500 pounds of gut at the table. Dad is about to stand up when he hears a curious noise. He can’t place it but it sounded familiar. He looks at the others to see if they noticed it as well only to see them staring at Slim, who is looking down at his stomach. The noise occurs again and he realizes what it was. It’s Slim’s stomach gurgling…and loudly. ‘Oh no…’ he thinks. 
 
It starts out slow and soft. Slim lets out a meager burp, followed by a slightly louder one after a couple seconds, then a third larger one after that. More burps come in rapid succession each outdoing the last until he finishes with a gargantuan burp that puts the rest of the men to shame. It lasts nearly thirty seconds causing the glasses and even the walls to shake all the while. The other bargoers stop what they’re doing and stare. It ends and he lets out a sheepish, “Excuse me.” Everyone in the bar gives him a thunderous applause while Pudge and Big Boy pat him on the back and express their congratulations for the biggest burp they’d ever heard. It’s then that all the backlogged weight from those burps starts to pile onto Slim. Not quite instantaneously but very quickly he gains his earned poundage. Big Boy and Pudge, who are both standing right next to Slim, are physically pushed away as he expands past their weights and up the Dad’s. But he doesn’t stop there. Pudge and Big Boy back away from Slim as he practically explodes in fat: his humongous gut spills outward over his waistband like an avalanche, his arms and legs plump up and are forced outward from his body by the rest of the fat on him, and his neck is completely lost in his numerous rolls and multiple chins. Slim’s expansion finally slows to a halt leaving him standing before Dad at a titanic 880 pounds. 
 
The four of them make their way out of the bar, with some minor difficulties, and Slim is the first to break the silence. “This has been the best night ever,” he says. “Thanks boss.” 
 
“We should do this again soon,” Big Boy says while Pudge expresses his agreement. 
 
“I’ll see about doing that,” Dad says seeing them off in their new, larger trucks. Next time there won’t be any gaining though. Unless Dad is in on it of course. “Tiny’s going to be very surprised tomorrow,” he says chuckling to himself and remembering that all of them still need to gain 35 pounds in their sleep too. That’ll leave not one, not two, but barely a third person bigger than him as well. What should he do about that? Should Dad be the biggest because he’s the boss or should he remain happy at his current size? Maybe get a bit bigger but not more than Tiny? “That’s a problem for tomorrow,” he says squeezing into his car and heading home. 
 
When Dad gets to work tomorrow… 
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