Connor’s fattening gain

Hank pressured his finger tips against the middle button lined on his pattern smothered shirt. The button struggled to contain the belly he had amassed over the past few days. He grunted with frustration as he wriggled around, attempting to secure the button through its corresponding hole. Hank sighed a breath of relief as he allowed his gut to hang out. The button refused to button up. Hank came to the realisation rather quickly that majority of his clothes were more than likley too tight for him now. He was just lucky he came across a slightly oversized shirt within the compartments of his cupboard, otherwise his entire gut would be on display.

Hank approached the front door to his house. "Don't fuck up the place too much while I'm gone, got it?" He made his frustrations clear to Connor as he left on his errand to purchase more clothes. Connor gave a simple nod as a response. Hank would surely be gone for a while. What could he do to kill the time? Connor examined the room. The television didn't seem to interest him nor did the sounds of jazz. It was then that Connor's eyes locked onto a tower of pizza boxes, heaped onto the courter.

Connor peeked inside the boxes. Still full. He contemplated. He took a stern analysis of the pizza he had lifted from the box. It had became limp from the amount of time it had been encased in the box. "I wonder what it tastes like..." He pondered to himself. He peeked over his shoulders before staring back down at the slice. He awkwardly manoeuvred his teeth around the slice before tearing a chunk away. He munched slowly, not really sure what to think of it at first. He gave a forceful gulp. His eyes suddenly illuminated and LED sparked. He stuttered from shock. "I-I'm not all surprised humans enjoy this. It's delicious!" Connor exclaimed whilst grabbing for another slice.

With no risk of choking, Connor scarfed down slice after slice after slice, forgetting to really enjoy the taste. His internal hardware was unsure how to react to this sudden introduction of solid foods. His software imitated a process similar to human weight gain, except this was merely a chemical imbalance of Connor's internals which in term, caused his stomach to bloat.

Without a registration of hunger, Connor continued his rampage. The notches of his leather belt loosened as his gut grew. His shirt was stretched thin as the buttons clawed to their holes. One more slice and things could start popping. That didn't take long at all. The first button of his shirt dinged off and deflected off the cabinet in front of him. His chest forced buttons out of the way as well as his bulging belly. The array of buttons, nearly sewn in a vertical line had been forcefully evicted from their positions.

Connor's pants tightened as his rear and thighs expanded a great deal. His ass hung from the top of the pants and the sounds of ripping and tearing accompanied his suit jacket as both lost their stitching. His thighs wobbled with every bite he took. These jeans wouldn't last for much longer. Rips and tears continued. More and more or Connor's skin grew visible.

When emptied, the boxes would be neatly stacked within the recycling bin before he opened a new box to indulge upon. He slobbered over the remaining slices, these ones he ensured to amplify the taste. His thighs oozed out of the dark cloth of his jeans, his shirt was merely excess material and his suit jacket had been lumbered onto the floor.