Not Exactly Forward Progress

"Well, it did something the first time," you say to yourself. "Maybe taking a little more of it will help."

Thus resolved, you walk back in the kitchen, and stare down into the roiling mixture. A faintly nauseating odor wafts from the bowl, and you see the breadcrumbs floating on the surface.

You take a deep breath, grab the scoop, and dump it in your mouth.

A moment later, you're rushing for the sink.

"Blech!" you say, and try to swallow your gorge as you lean into the basin. "That was utterly disgusting! Bleah!"

After a few minutes, however, your stomach settles, and you lean back to see what effect it's had. Thunderstruck, you sink to the floor and stare.

It's not smaller. The belt of your sweats has been shoved down, and your shirt has ridden up, exposing a smooth curve of flesh swooping out in front of you. As you reach to touch it, you feel the pressure pushing your upper body back. Your hands can barely meet around it - it must stick out three feet.

You stagger to your feet, forced by the bulge to adopt an awkward, bent pose. Strangely, though it is large, it doesn't seem like it's particularly heavy. In fact, it feels oddly empty.

Suddenly, your stomach rumbles. Loudly.

"Oh, crud," you say.

Written by Robin Z

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