Phillip sat in the school office, a victim of a wardrobe malfunction. In the two weeks since he had started carrying his parent's baby he had been eating frequently, a marked change from his usual dietary habits. In a short time his shape had gone from a skinny boy with a lump in his belly to that of a thin boy whose swollen belly had just outgrown his shorts while at school.
He stood up as he saw his mother walk in, and she gave him a hug. Then she stepped back and looked down his body.
He glanced down to where she was looking at his unbuttoned shorts. He smiled weakly.
"I know it looks bad," he said. "They fit this morning. I have not been able to stop snacking all day, and its all gone right here." He patted his rounded belly fondly. The shape beneath his hand was firm with no trace of fat. There was no question that his midsection was swollen from within.
"Well," she replied, replacing his hand with her own and exploring the firmness within him, "we cannot have you walking around in shorts that do not fit you. I'll take you shopping for something bigger straight away."
"Sounds good to me, but let's get lunch on the way. I'm starved!"
By the time that they finally reached the clothing shop, the zip on his shorts was all the way down and his swollen belly protruded through the gap. Even as they wandered the racks looking at clothes he munched on an apple as he fed his growing belly. The fruit was gone, core and all, before they had selected some larger shirts and some shorts with cinch tabs on the waist so that he could let out some more room as he grew. He wore the new clothes out of the shop, finally feeling more comfortable. The shorts fit snugly around his full belly, offering some support to the weight that was filling it. The shirt draped over and around his swollen body, failing completely to conceal his new shape.
He returned from lunch with a half-consumed milkshake in his hand. The teacher looked up and glared as she saw the cup, but her gaze softened when she saw his swollen belly and motioned for him to sit down.
The girls made a small fuss over him and patted his bulge until the teacher insisted that they take their seats.
The lesson proceeded fairly sedately, and the milkshake was soon finished, its contents feeding his tiny passenger. He worked dilligently, his left hand often resting on his protruding belly.
As he made his way to the bus stop after school he could feel the extra weight he had gained bouncing slightly in his torso as he walked. He found that he tended to press his hand against his belly to feel the motion from without as well as within. He found himself enjoying the sensation, and felt a little awkward when his member stiffened. He hoped that no-one noticed the bar in his pants beneath his rounded waistline, but fortunately only one girl noticed it, and he did not see her subtle observation.
By the time he arrived home he was starved. Fortunately his mother was ready with a couple of sandwiches to tide him over until dinner. He quickly ate them while his mother took his backpack up to his room, then he staggered upstairs feeling rather heavy.
For the next two hours he sat at his desk completing his homework, resting his left hand on his swollen belly whenever he could, and thinking not for the first time how grateful he was that his mother had bought him a very comfortable chair.
As soon as the work was done he waddled to the toilet as fast as he could, then slowly made his way downstairs, his heavy belly swaying slightly with each step down the staircase. Again he felt his member stiffen as the motion of his heavy belly rubbed against his clothing.
His mother was almost finished preparing dinner as he waddled into the kitchen.
"Almost ready, dear," she told him as he entered the room. She could not help but notice his physical excitement, but refrained from commenting. "Go and sit down. I'll serve dinner in a minute."
"Thanks Mum," he said as he made his way to the dining table.
Over dinner they discussed how his day had been, and his experiences with his new weight. At a little prompting from his mother, he admitted that his growing belly was proving to be quite a turn-on.
As they finished their dinner, she suggested that he go and shower, then she would come up and relieve him of his burden for the night.
As he showered he enjoyed washing his full belly.
Afterwards he lay naked on his back on his bed, marvelling at how the weight he was carrying in his belly sank as much as it could into his abdominal cavity.
Before long his mother came into the room wearing a pretty lavender maternity dress that stopped mid-thigh. She knealt down beside his bed, and, cradling his testicles in one hand began to stroke his shaft with the other. As soon as he was erect enough she bade him get up on his knees while she climbed onto his bed on all fours and allowed him to mount her from behind. His buildup was swift, quickly resulting in the weight in his belly passing down through his hips via his loins into his mother's waiting belly.
When he was done she clambered heavily off the bed and pulled the maternity dress down around her now swollen belly.
"Wow," she remarked as she felt her new size, "you have eaten well today."
"What can I say?" he gasped as he collapsed to the bed. "Little sister was hungry."
His mother smiled, kissed his cheek, and waddled towards the door.
"Sleep well," she told him as she left. "I'll give her back to you in the morning."
As she made her way slowly down the hall it occurred to her that a bowl of ice-cream would be nice before bed.
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