Matt looked down, shocked to see that his once flat stomach was now a soft, fat belly that extended well beyond anything he'd seen in a long time. In shock he felt it, feeling it's softness. It quvered at his touch. He grabbed it, surprised at the feeling of holding a handful of soft flesh. His stomach was about the size of a balloon that was helded securely in place by his, now too tight tshirt. It rode up around his stomach revealing about a half inch of soft blubber.
Matt looked around the table at Russ and Tim who were both very non chalent.
"You're working in a fat camp." Tim said. "You have to fit the part."
Matt wasn't sure how to take this, but suddenly his hunger kicked up again. A deep pang rang through his stomach as the scent of another cinamon bun hit his nostrils. Matt opened his eyes and watched as Tim placed another plate of the delicious sticky buns in front of him. Matt didn't want to gain anymore weight... It was impossible for him to have gained this much already, even though the proof was there that he had. Matt didn't know what to do.
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