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Fred walks over to you and leans against you with an elbow, shaking his head. You tilt your head curiously and just as you open your mouth to say something he spins around and glares at you.
"I was JOKING about the fridge!" He yells at you.
"Buuu-"
"No buts! Now you're going to have to work a hundred times harder!" He shouts, pushing you over from your big belly onto your but.
Your overalls pick that moment to fall apart. A series of tears shreds them to pieces. Luckily, you don't have to worry about being naked in front of Fred since your huge gut hides everything. Your huge belly even threatens to cover your face, coming up to your mouth from the ground, your chin and snout keeping part of it away, just enough to be able to talk.
"Fred?" You manage to mutter with a bit of desperation.
"Step 1! Paying the price!" He says with a certain sense of revenge and loathing in his voice.
Before you know it he's cramming donuts, small cakes and quite a few pastries into your mouth and down your throat. You try to stop him but find you can't. Your metabolism and body can't take this and your t-shirt feels tight as hell, fat bulging out around it as tears at the edges. After about half an hour, Fred stops and sits ON your stomach. The fat now holds your jaw almost permanently shut, and rides up even farther in your face with Fred sitting on you.
"Now shall we go on to step 2 or wait until tomorow?" He askes with a grin.
"-oro-" you manage to mutter through the flab.
"All right ... I'll be nice. We'll continue tomorrow." He says.
As he gets off, you catch your reflection in a nearby mirror ... it looks like you've gained 40-50 pounds! You can't believe this and are just about to cry when a huge yawn comes over you, forcing your jaw down into the flab and moving it! Within seconds, your rubbing your giant belly and falling asleep.
Written by Rakeesh (edited by wanderer)