He was starving. As he walked out onto the snow covered, basement patio, he stumbled across one of the pillars of the patio on the main floor. Gary had been gaming so much that he had forgotten to eat almost all day, and his stomach had finally spoken up. Loudly. It growled viciously.
“Easy, my guy, I’m working on it!” Gary said, clutching his stomach. He hadn’t known he could be this hungry. He had ordered some pizza from a local favorite spot and was waiting for it to arrive, but it was taking its time. His hunger was only getting worse. He decided to get some air, hoping that may calm him down, but the cool, winter air didn’t seem to be working.
Finally, he heard a car park outside of his house. With any luck, his pizza had arrived. A few moments later, a gentleman walked the side of the house and found himself on the patio. Looking down, he spotted Gary.
“Hey! I got your order!” The man shouted down.
“Great! I’ll be right up!” Gary said, starting to walk but then stopping as his stomach growled again. “Urgh!” was all he got out. Then, after catching his breath, he said “On second thought, can you bring it down here?”
“Uh, sure, just a sec,” the delivery man said. As he went to turn to make it to the stairs, the ice that had pooled on the patio caused him to slip some. With the weight of the pizza and wings in his hand (and there were multiple), he lost his balance and stumbled over the ledge. “Whoa!” He said, trying to catch himself.
Gary looked up and saw he was about to fall over the edge, pizza and all. He wanted to help but his stomach was killing him and only getting worse. Without even thinking, Gary said softly “I’m sorry, dude…” and he kicked the pillar of the patio. Doing so caused the delivery man to completely fall over the edge, first him and then the pizzas raining down behind him. Instinctively, Gary opened his mouth as wide as he could. He wasn’t sure what he would catch, if anything, but he needed something in his stomach immediately.
It all happened so fast. The delivery man’s face went from confusion to fear as he barreled towards Gary, seeing an open throat waiting for him. He closed his eyes as he made contact. In a flash, the delivery man disappeared into Gary’s mouth, followed by one pizza, then another, then another, and, lastly, a large order of boneless wings.
Gary’s clothing exploded as his stomach instantly swelled out, going from empty to accommodating not only a large amount of food but an entire person as well. Gary closed his mouth and swallowed what little was still in his throat. He had strong, labored breaths, as he steadied himself with the pillar. He faced up to the sky, feeling the cool air on his face and smiled faintly. His stomach had stopped growling and it was no longer cramping. He was finally full, and it felt good!
He put a hand on his stomach, feeling the firmness, and looked down. As he did, his stomach faded. His stomach was enormous, arguably larger than a giant exercise ball. It stood several feet in front of him and was solid as a rock. The hair was stretched incredibly thin.
“Ah, shit…” Gary said, as he felt movement from inside of him, followed by some yelling.
“What the hell, man?! Did you swallow me?!” came a voice from within, somewhat muted.
“Uh…yeah, sorry about that. I was beyond starving and not thinking clearly,” Gary said, giving it a soft rub. He didn’t say it out loud but having all that food and the delivery guy sitting inside of him felt amazing. Gary was surprised that he didn’t feel sorry anymore.
“You gotta get me out, dude! It’s cramped in here!” the voice from the delivery man said.
“I would but…I’m not sure how. Sorry,” Gary sai. He smirked to himself. Truly, he didn’t know what he was going to do. It’s not like he could throw him up. It took way too much force to get the delivery man in here. That is where he was gonna stay.
Gary turned and walked back into the house, his belly lightly bouncing along the way. He gave it some affectionate pats as he got back to his couch and sat down to game. Immediately, he let out a laugh as his snarled stomach now took up the view of the tv. He awkwardly swiveled to the side so his legs were on the couch and he could see. He booted his game back up and got to work, letting the sounds of his belly’s loud gurgling along with the protests inside continue, acting like white noise as he squared back up and entered another match.
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