Growing concern

It takes you a good hour or two to clear the traffic and get home. As you drive, the tear in your pants get's wider, and you have to unbutton your pants as they get tighter. Your shirt rides up unbidden as your stomach begins rolling out slowly. You have to readjust your seat belt a few times, and push your seat back little by little as your belly starts pushing into the steering wheel. By the time you get home, you have to struggle to get out of the seat, unaccustomed to the extra weight, which has already slowed you to a waddle. And you still feel bloated and tired as you trudge wearily through the door, panting, not from exertion, but the feeling of wanting to flop onto a bed. You force yourself up the stairs step by step to your room, and see the camera and the pile of photos sitting on the shelf.

You take a few steps forward, when your vision blurs, and suddenly you feel yourself falling to one side, hitting your bed and blacking out.

***

You awaken to voices downstairs, Freds and Alberts. You decern them talking about your absence, and Fred telling him that he thinks you caught a bug and have been sleeping it off, and Albert arguing it's been 2 days. Two days? You only slept for one... you look at the clock, sure enough it has lapped into the next day. You groan, then remember what was happening, and look down.

Well, good news is, you at least have clothes for situations like this. Your pants have been destroyed, and your shirt has torn up the sleeves and down the back. You now look like a sumo wrestler with the large belly cresting in front of you, and rolls of flab that have accumulated. You force yourself up, feeling the center of gravity of your body shift with your belly, which bounces as you hang your legs off your bed. You stand up, and feel the floorboards creak under your weight.

You pick up the photos and look at them. They haven't changed, but you see your own, and note your well on your way to becoming a match for it. You belch again, still feeling bloated, and as you look at the photos, you can't help but wonder about the food you ate... the donut, the fruit, the vegetables from the garden, all things you took pictures of as well. The vegetables had been growing, maybe everything was growing... and now all of that is inside you! Is that why you feel constantly bloated?

Crap. You've stepped right into another incident. Well, at least you know what to do this time, get Albert and Fred!

Written by an anonymous author

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