It had been a week of gluttony for Ichigo, going to all-u-can-eat places and places that had big servings. His belly was no longer small, in fact he had to weight at least 250 pounds by now. But, Ichigo still hadn't noticed his rapid change in physique. Whenever he looked in any mirror, or himself for that matter, he still saw his trim muscular self. None of his shirts fit right anymore, riding up his belly and showing off his bigger boy breasts. Jeans were also out of the question, seeing as he couldn't button any of them up anymore. He now wore sweat pants everywhere, and he usually just wore his briefs when he was at home. Ichigo also took to doing his own laundry, seeing as he thought all of his clothes were shrinking in the wash.
The previous night, Ichigo had a 2 hour pig out at the Karakura Buffet, coming home and going straight to bed. He had stuffed his gut so much and left euphoric. Getting up, however, Ichigo wasn't that happy. He was having problems shifting his gut and getting off the bed. "God dammit, why is this so hard!" with one final grunt, Ichigo managed to roll off of the bed and hit the floor with a thud. "Ow! That hurt!" pushing himself up he went towards his closet and pulled out a pair of track pants and yanked them on. "Man, my clothes must still be shrinking. I wonder why though..?" Ichigo shook his head and pulled out a rather big shirt and pulled it over his head. It rode up like the rest of his shirt and Ichigo sighed. He would worry about his clothes later, he was hungry...
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