"Want me to get the measuring tape?" you ask getting to your feet, which takes a try or two now that you're the size of your Dad.
"Sure," Mike smiles with both his hands on his massive gut.
"Back in a sec," you smile and pat Mike's belly then give it a bump with your own belly. You slowly leave the room and try to get used to your new body. Your center of gravity is off and you have a lot more weight in the front. Your steps are shorter, but wider.
You reach the stairs and slowly begin to walk down to them while holding on the to handrail. With every step your belly shakes and wobbles and you're enjoying the feeling.
You reach the bottom of the stairs and walk towards the kitchen where your Mom keeps a spare measuring tape. You know it only goes up to 70 inches or so, and you know that Mike's massive gut is bigger then that. You'll have to make a note of where the tape ended. That idea alone tickles your brain and all of a sudden a loud noise brings you back to reality.
You look over to the door and head someone on the other side trying to get in. Your Dad is finally home!
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.23 seconds at 8:41pm on Jan 09, 2025 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author