Barry stood up, rinsed his plate and cutlery in the sink and put them into the dishwasher. He then left the kitchen, climbed the stairs and entered the bathroom. He removed his tie, hanging it behind the door and started to unbutton his shirt, he saw that the fabric was starting to gape around his belly, he pushed his belly out and enjoyed seeing the gaps widen further. He continued to undress and put each of the remaining items into the laundry basket, one by one. When he bent down to take off his socks, he suddenly comprehended how full he was as there was a slight reflux in his esophagus. He straightened immediately and held his dinner down, raising his feet onto the toilet seat he was able to get his socks off without upsetting his stomach.
Once undressed, Barry went into the shower and delighted in the hot water cascading over him as he washed the dirt of the day away. He grabbed some shower gel and began to lather himself up, first his hair, then neck, shoulders, arm-pits, arms, chest and down to his belly. He lingered on his gut, massaging it firmly with both hands and aiding the digestive process. He let out a burp, which was tinged with the taste of banana and sausages.
Barry's attention to his stomach had not gone unnoticed by his dick which had been getting harder since he started lathering up. His hands moved over his love-handles and round to his buttocks. He'd been oblivious to how much bigger they were getting and he looked over to the big mirror opposite to see his reflection while he continued to lather up. Noticing his hard on, Barry moved his hands round front, finished lathering up his legs and then spending some time adding to the soap suds. He rinsed himself off, and stepped out of the shower, taking a towel from the rail nearby he dried himself off. As he rubbed himself dry, he began to calm down.
Replacing the towel on the rail, Barry picked his tie off the back of the door and wandered nakedly into the bedroom. He hung his tie up and started to look through his clothes. He sprayed himself with deodorant, combed his hair and ran a hand over his chin, noticing in the mirror his five o'clock shadow. Pulling out underwear, socks, a pair of comfortable jeans, a mid-blue T-shirt and a lighter blue jumper he got dressed. The jeans weren't roomy, but they fit him, without being tight around the waist and nicely showed of his behind, the T-shirt and jumper clung to his belly demonstrating how much it had grown in the last few months.
He looked at the clock...
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