James tossed his gym bag to the side as he went through the front door of the apartment. He just finished his workout routine and went straight to the kitchen since he was starving. He usually got so hungry after lifting weights that made him believe he could eat a horse by the time he got home.
Approaching the kitchen counteer James couldn’t help but smile to see there were cookies on the counter and he ran a large hand soothingly over his stomach as it grumbled in anticipation through the fabric of his tank top. Inspecting the cookies, James noticed a note written in block letters pinned underneath the plate, which read ‘DO NOT EAT’. It was clearly a message from James’s bandmate Logan aimed at him specifically considering Logan knew how hungry James got after working out.
"Logan?" called James, who then listened out for any sound of his bandmate, but all he heard in return was dead silence. With a mischievous grin James sat down on one of the stools at the kitchen bench and helped himself to a handful of cookies. James let out a moan of pleasure as they tested and felt so good, as he hungrily scoffed them down, before returning his focus back to the plate of cookies.
His instincts told him to leave them, but he was so hungry he couldn’t help but grab yet another handful of the delightful cookies. Looking at the remaining pile of cookies, James was satisfied that the pile looked unchanged that his mischief wouldn’t be noticed by Logan. James let out a satisfied belch before licking his fingers clean.
Patting his stomach soothingly with one wide hand James laughed as he felt his stomach growl beneath his hand. His laugh tapered off however, as looking down James saw his gut was jutting out. He hadn’t expected any bloating from only eating a couple of handful of cookies and his puzzlement only grew further as he felt his stomach gurgle again and watched as his stomach grew outwards even more.
“What the hell?” James grunted as another churning gurgle shot his stomach out further, the bulge of his gut now beginning to blow over his crotch. He could feel himself stretching out beneath the palm of his hand. Another gurgle shot through him and this time James’s ballooning gut struck the bench which made him moan, as he felt the pressure in his gut build as it pushed into the bench. Even hearing the metal stool creaking beneath his expanding bulk pushed James to action and he got away from the bench.
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