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Chapter #4
strange... feels very strange...
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Suddenly Matt realized he felt full. Like he had just eaten ten plates of food. He lifted his t-shirt and found that his stomach was distended as though he were pushing it out as far as possible!
Matt leaned forward, his hands on his knees, and he moaned. He moaned loudly from the intense fullness in his bloated belly. He put his hands onto his gut and rubbed it. It was tight and full. Round and smooth. Matt slowly walked over to a chair and sat down. He undid his pants to release the pressure of his balloon-like stomach.
"What the hell was that?" he said to himself.
There was no position he could find to ease the discomfort. After moaning and groaning in the kitchen alone for ten minutes, Matt did what he could to stand up, but he could not. It now felt like he had eaten twenty plates of food. The pressure seemed in his belly to be increasing! He would have to stay where he was and wait for Tim.
It wasn't long before Tim returned carrying a cardboard box. Tim set the box down and went to the stove to continue cooking when he heard Matt groan.
"Hey there! Did you find something to eat?" said Tim, approaching the young stud. Tim stopped half way across the kitchen when he saw Matt's belly, which looked like he had swallowed a basketball. "Did you... did you eat a lot of food? Or was it the blue liquid?"
Matt nodded, too stuffed to speak.
"The blue liquid?" repeated Tim.
Matt nodded again. Tim walked quickly to Matt, dropping to his knees before the boy. Tim put both of his hands flat onto Matt's exposed, tight stomach. "Tell me you didn't drink the whole bottle."
Matt looked down at Tim, his eyes wide. Matt could only moan.
"Did you drink the whole bottle?"
Matt nodded yes.
Tim helped Matt to stand upright and helped the young man to walk out of the kitchen, through the main room and into a doorway. It was a bedroom and Tim helped Matt to lay down on the king sized bed.
"Wait right there, I'll be right back." Tim ran from the room. In a few minutes Tim returned with...
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