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After a long night's sleep the bright light of the sun through the window persuades you to open your eyes. After a big yawn, you turn on your side and see Jason sleeping by your side, his head at your feet and his feet at yours. You and him have been best friends since pre-school, so you never minded sleeping in the same bed. Except something was different that morning. Staring at his face from the opposite end of the bed, you couldn't get your eyes off him. Indeed, something was wrong that morning.
Blushing at your own thoughts, you force yourself out of bed. But once you get into sitting position, you feel an incredible tightness throughout your midsection. The strain from your jeans digging into your skin causes the button to shoot out like a bullet from a gun and hit Jason strait in the forehead. Startled, Jason's eyes open wide, and jumping into sitting position himself, sends a button flying into your own forehead. Both of you turn red and stare at each other. "Must;ve shrunk in the wash," you babble, embarassed. "Yeah, me too," Jason hastly replies. Pulling on your shirt to cover your bulging belly, but unable to hide it entirely, you leap out of bed and turn your back to Jason. "How 'bout breakfast?" you ask him, in hopes of changing the subject and moving past the embarassement you caused.
"Great idea!" Jason nervously replies.
"Great! Just let me find some clothes. Actually, we should go have breakfast outside," you answer, scurrying through your drawers in search of a stretchy pair of shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt. You were surprised that the pair of jeans you slept in had gotten so small on you. Sure it was tight when you wore it yesterday, but it still fit you ok. Puzzled, you kept looking for bigger clothes.
"More like lunch," Jason answers after glancing at the clock.
"Yeah, looks like we overslept, huh?"
"Man, I slept like a baby!" Jason says throwing his arms in the air and letting out a prolonged yawn.
"Me too," you reply. Just as you started feeling relieved that the conversation had moved on and that your button-popping seemed forgotten, you hear your stomach growl and your jeans feel like they begin to shrink once more. As you bend over to check the bottom drawer, your jeans let out a deffening soound as they ripped open through the middle of your ass, revealing your excrutiatingly tight boxer shorts. Turning around to protect your pride, you unwillingly let your jiggling belly and exposed love handles show. Your face turned blood red as you face Jason, who just so happens to be dying of laughter. Then, another growling noise arises, this time from Jason. you suddenly notice that his shirt seems even more filled out then before, the buttons pulled tighter then you even thought possible. Then suddenly, a barrage of buttons come flying off in your direction. You lose your balance trying to avoid them and fall flat on your belly.
Looking up, you see a relieved Jason rubbing his humongously enlarged midsection. Getting up to his feet, he seems to be twice the weight he was last night at least, and mush wider then you are, even with your rotund midsection almost completely exposed from underneath your shirt and your thicker legs and butt tearing up your favorite pair of jeans. However, he doesn't seem half as concerned or embarassed as you are. Man, what the heck is going on here?
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