Untitled

His hand rests on the swell of his belly, which is already filled and sloshing with a few litres of water. Eyeing the tall glass of milk in his other hand, he takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly, before setting the glass on his lips.

Emptying it all in big gulps, he can feel it adding to the contents of his stomach, making it feel fuller and heavier. Sitting at 45inches girth, he should make it to at least 55 by the time he has to go to work.

Having tried several pills for stomach growth, he had stuck with the pill that worked with milk. Not only because it was the one with less failure rate, but also because it was the quickest and had a steady growth and results.

Giving his belly one last rub, he busies himself with actually getting ready for work. After months in the new job, he had gotten used to having his stomach grow while taking a shower or getting dressed. It had taken him a while to get to where he is now. One litre of water had turned to more, making his belly grow to the perfect size for his job. And he loves his job.

In a slight hurry he dries himself off, spending an extra minute on his swollen belly. It had been less than half an hour since he's gulped down that glass of milk, and he is already nearly there. He is about to grab his pants, when a growth spurt sets in.

It is still fascinating to him seeing his belly grow another inch. There are no marks, just smooth, stretched skin.

Realizing that he really should hurry up to catch the train, he grabs his trousers and shirt.

When he's about to leave the house, he feels the familiar soft 'pop' inside his stomach, signalling that the growing is done. With a smile he turns on his heels, lets the door click shut and grabs the tape measure he always has ready by the door.

57inches. He retakes the measure. Still 57. And he smiles even more as he pulls down his shirt, stretching it over his belly, empathizing the swell and roundness.

~

"Sorry, I'm late" he pants as he sets down his bag and scrambles to get ready for the counter.

"No worry, sweetie" his colleague Bill smiles. Bill also sports a nice swell to his middle, but it is less than half the size of his'.

Finally in his working clothes, which stretch tighter than usual, he steps behind the counter to greet the first customer, one hand rubbing slow circles on his well rounded belly.