A Gift Buried in Slime: Summer, Day 7
[Seb finds his hunger near-insatiable, but Rasmodius seems to have a new plan. While he waits for the Wizard, Seb decides to help the Farmer out with some small tasks...] Contains: stuffing
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At some point, Seb had lost track of time, and a sudden whoosh had him craning his neck to see a whirl of sparks flutter from around the stone statue near the edge of the farm. The silhouette of the farmer appeared shortly after, but they didn’t look in Seb’s direction, instead they seemed to sprint towards the farmhouse at speeds Seb hadn’t seen before. The door slammed shut behind them, and he watched as their bedroom light switched off.
He wasn’t sure how the farmer did it day after day. There was so much work on the farm to do, and somehow they still found the time to make Seb’s egregious amounts of food, not that he was complaining any. Seb took the farmer’s rush to mean that it was far later than he’d anticipated, and Seb reluctantly pulled himself out of the water, the night air a welcome chill against his skin.
He grabbed the towel on the way up, loosely drying himself before struggling to wrap it around his waist. There was no chance he’d be able to stretch it across his belly, so instead he tucked it beneath the large mound, the weight alone pinning it in place.
Once sufficiently covered, Seb made the short walk back to his cabin. He was fast getting used to the waddle in his step, but that didn’t stop him from looking down to watch the way his belly swayed with the movement.
The door was slightly ajar, so he pushed it open, immediately remembering the state he’d left it in. But his feet didn’t stick to the floor, nor did the door struggle against the pools of slime that he’d left there. Rather, Seb was surprised that the whole cabin was spotless. Not only that, but the furniture had been upgraded to a larger size, giving Seb more room to relax.
The TV was now on an actual stand at the foot of the bed, a bedside table had been placed, topped with a clock and a lamp. A bookcase sat in the corner, lined with not only books, but films and games, too. The table had been upgraded to be bigger, with a matching bench with built-in cushions along the seat and back.
A sofa was beside the bookcase, large enough that Seb wouldn’t have to worry anytime soon. There was an end table beside it, and a coffee table in front to give plenty of surface space.
Near the door was a dresser, Seb’s boots lined up neatly on one side, along with his borrowed sword and pickaxe in what he assumed was once an umbrella stand. Seb pulled the drawers open one by one, and couldn’t help the smile across his lips when he found clothes in each one, all in varying sizes. There was a mirror standing beside the dresser, and Seb could see his sheer size out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t need to see what he looked like right now, after all, he could feel the weight on him just fine.
Seb felt the pull of sleep, and he tugged on a surprisingly loose shirt before hanging his towel up. Though as he turned around, one last thing caught his eye.
There, beside the table, was a fridge.
It was nothing fancy, or even new, but for him it felt like a message. A message reflected by the note pinned to the front with a small junimo-shaped magnet.
Seb,
Hope you like the upgrades, it only felt right considering we no longer know how long you’ll be here. Obviously feel free to move stuff around or change it up.
Found a spare fridge too, so i’ve stocked it up with some bits for snacking between meals. I’ll still leave food in the chest for you, but this way you’ll have a back-up in case I’m in the desert or on Ginger Island.
As always, just say if you need anything else.
-Farmer
Seb moved the note back to the magnet before opening the fridge. The shelves were more stocked than they were at home, and he had to look closer to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
One shelf was stacked with bottles of juice, at least a dozen all lined up neatly. Beside them were jugs of milk, each labelled with a gold star. The door of the fridge had even more juice, but on top of that there was also what looked to be wine, beer, and a bottle with a smudged label.
The top shelf had baskets of fresh fruit and veg, all ready for Seb to eat straight away, and he grabbed an apple to munch on while he continued looking. The bottom shelf had several large glass tubs of sashimi and maki rolls for Seb to dig into, and it had his mouth watering at the mere thought. Beside the tubs were other foil containers that Seb lifted the corner of to be met with maple bars, so he guessed the others had other dishes.
The last thing in the fridge was the bottom drawer that had a variety of cheeses, and a block of fresh butter.
It was more than enough food for just one person, but Seb wasn’t about to complain, not when it meant he didn’t have to rely on the farmer to bring him meals if he was hungry. Seb held the apple in his mouth and grabbed a maple bar, the sticky icing immediately coating his fingers.
He finished his apple before eating the maple bar in three bites. He knew he wasn’t even hungry, but at this point he didn’t care. Just the act of eating felt good, even if he wasn’t pushing his stomach to its absolute limits. Resting a hand on his belly, Seb looked down at the mound, at the way it stuck out in front of him, gravity pulling it down with ease. He could still see the outline of his stuffed stomach against the rest of the plush fat, and a part of him wondered if it would ever go away considering just how often he was eating nowadays. Not that he minded, he realised as he began to waddle over to his bed. He could easily get used to this life, even more so than he had already.
As he climbed into bed, Seb wondered what the limits of the farmer’s hospitality was. Were they really fine with Seb just staying here?
In his brief encounters with them, it didn’t seem like they had a particular fondness of him, or of anyone for that matter. Now and then they’d appear on their way back from the mines while he was smoking at the lake, only to give him a frozen tear before disappearing into the darkness. Sure, they came to the saloon every Friday, but it was either to briefly chat to people–though chat was a strong word for it– or to play the same two arcade games for hours on end.
They still showed up to the festivals every year without fail. Usually to beat whoever was there or to harass Pierre at his shop stand, but they had fast become a strange part of the community. Hells, without them the Community Centre would still be in complete shambles, even if it still wasn’t complete right now.
It still didn’t really explain why they didn’t mind Seb’s presence on the farm. Maybe it was simply because the cabin was out of their way, so it was almost as though Seb wasn’t even there. Or maybe they were just a better person that Seb could have even imagined.
Either way, Seb would have to find some way of helping them out eventually, even if it was making sure the animals were fed and pet everyday. With ideas beginning to swirl in his head, Seb lay down, and found himself asleep within minutes.
For the first time in a week, his sleep was dreamless, whether that was simply due to exhaustion, or his brain running out of things to imagine, Seb wasn’t sure. But he awoke feeling more rested than he had in forever. His new bed was large enough to spread out on without having to worry about his new size spilling out over the sides, and the duvet was even larger still, keeping his body covered with ease. He’d long since stopped questioning where the farmer had gotten these things from, but the curiosity never really eased.
From the way the sun dappled the curtains, Seb could tell that it was still relatively early in the day. Not so early that the farmer had just woken up, but far earlier than Seb was used to waking up. Maybe it was because he actually had the sun to wake him up, as opposed to his windowless basement room.
Whatever the cause, Seb was awake, and not tired enough to fall back to sleep. He rolled over, feeling the slosh of his empty belly as it started its daily nagging for food. The clock on his nightstand only read 8:32, meaning the farmer would’ve been up for just over two and a half hours. With any luck, that meant the chest outside would be laden with breakfast.
Seb wondered what he’d have today, a part of him hoped that it would be something sweet; if it was pancakes he could pile some of the fruit from the fridge on top of it. But he knew that it was more than likely to be a variety of foods and flavours. The farmer was good like that. Whether it was simply because they didn’t know Seb’s preference–though the fact they’d never given him anything he disliked somewhat disproved that fact–or because they wanted Seb to have a choice. Either way, Seb wasn’t about to complain.
He hooked his legs over the edge of the bed, his body seemingly already adjusted to the extra weight overnight, as moving came with a strange ease, and he pushed himself off the bed. He made his way to the door, not bothering to make his bed just yet, and pulled it open.
This early in the day, the sun still had a pleasant warmth rather than its typical sweltering heat, and Seb knew he had to make the most of the day before it got too warm. As he stepped outside to get to the chest, he looked out at the farm. The land was bathed in golden light, the water from the sprinklers glistening like diamonds. He could hear the animals in the distance, clearly as pleased with the sun as he was.
But the more Seb looked, the more he began to notice. Here and there were stray weeds, some encroaching on pathways or fences, others blocking side paths through the trees towards the woods. Little things he doubted the farmer noticed considering their busy schedule. Things that were probably dead last on their to-do list. Things that Seb could easily take care of. Sure, he didn’t have the tools for it, but knowing the farmer, they likely had spares dotted around. He made a mental note for later, and opened the chest.
Seb’s earlier wish had been granted, as he looked down at a large stack of fluffy pancakes, still warm and steaming. Beside it was an even larger jug of maple syrup, and a thick block of butter. Everything he needed to make himself the best breakfast he was craving. The rest of the foods consisted of tea, coffee, some more juice, some hashbrowns, and another stack of pancakes, these ones containing what looked like chocolate chips.
He gathered the food, bringing it back inside and placing it down on the table. He then grabbed some fruit from the fridge–peaches, blueberries, strawberries, and some pomegranate seeds– before arranging the small bowls around the rather large stack of pancakes. Each stack had at least ten thick, large pancakes the size of a dinner plate. The tower looked impossible to eat without toppling the whole thing, so Seb grabbed a spare plate to arrange them onto.
Starting with the first, Seb drizzled it with a thick layer of syrup before cutting off a wedge of butter and letting it melt and ooze into the pancake. He then sprinkled over some blueberries before finally digging in.
He wasn’t sure if it was merely the hunger in his stomach, but it tasted straight out of a dream. The pancake was so light it felt like biting a cloud, the syrup and butter were both incredibly rich, but the blueberries cut through the sweetness of it. The rest of it was gone faster than Seb realised, and he was quick to make up the second.
He barely waited long enough for the syrup to settle before digging into the second, and it disappeared just as fast as the first. By the third, he bypassed setting it up neatly, instead choosing to stack a chocolate chip pancake atop the regular one and demoliting both in seconds.
Seb’s cheeks bulged as he chowed the ambitious mouthful, but he felt like he simply couldn’t get enough of the syrupy sweetness. At least one thing was for certain: his near-insatiable hunger hadn’t diminished any. His mind blurred as he devoured the pancakes, bite after bite. Now and then he grabbed a hashbrown, balancing out some of the sweetness with the salt, though he had to admit that the salt tasted nowhere near as good as the sugar of the syrup itself.
Too soon did Seb reach for empty plates and cups, and he finally dropped his fork onto the syrup covered plate before leaning back against the bench.
His belly domed out on his lap, stuffed to the brim and stretching out against the constraints of his t-shirt. He could feel the way his stomach took space from his lungs, and he groaned as the sudden realisation of his fullness hit him.
Seb let out a deep breath before resting his hands on the mound.
‘Fuck me,’ he groaned as he rubbed circles into his bulging belly.
He couldn’t deny how good it felt, nor could he deny the enjoyment it brought him, and Seb was quick to realise that he didn’t want to deny it anymore. He didn’t want to deny himself anymore. If he was destined to remain like this for even longer, however long it would take Rasmodius to finally figure out what was going on, then why shouldn’t he be enjoying the spoils of this curse. It wasn’t every day that he could gorge himself on copious amounts of food without judgement. And it certainly wasn’t everyday that he’d get to laze in the sun in near-on nothing.
Despite his fullness, Seb was determined to not waste any of the sunshine before the heat got too much, and he used the table to haul himself up onto his feet. The weight of his stomach was even more apparent than before as he took those few steps towards the door, belly swaying and jostling at the movement. The ripples it sent across the rest of his softened skin was euphoric, and Seb knew before he’d even opened the door just how much fun he was going to have.
The sun on his skin was an even more welcome feeling now than it had been that morning, and Seb took in as deep a breath as he could, letting the fresh air fill his lungs.
He took the cobbled path from the cabin over to the fields of crops. Along the way, he stopped at every weed, twig, and rock encroaching on the path. The first two were impossible to remove with his hands, so Seb continued until he found a chest the farmer had left at the far edge of the field.
Just as Seb had expected, the farmer had a stack of older, lower quality tools lying around as spares. So, Seb helped himself to an axe, pickaxe, and scythe. The rest of the chest had what looked to be fences, paths, and the materials to make more of each. Though Seb hadn’t followed in his mother’s footsteps to become a carpenter, he still knew enough about building to make the minor repairs to the fences and pathways that the farm needed. Seb grabbed what he thought he would need, piling some of the fences into a make-shift sack to take back towards the cabin.
Each step was a reminder that Seb had easily tripled in size over the past week, and the sweat already beading on his skin was enough to have him re-thinking his entire plan by the time he reached the first post in need of repair.
The fence post had degraded and crumbled, leaving the splintered wood rotting in the summer heat. Seb dropped the sack, grabbing a new post as he removed the old one. It didn’t take as long to fix as he’d thought, and while there, he removed some of the branches at the edge of the path.
As he struggled to bend over, Seb couldn’t ignore just how huge he felt in that moment. His belly brushed against the ground as he bent down, the stuffed mound hanging off of his body like the sling of materials, but instead of fences posts and wood, it was stuffed with slime and more food that possible. He leant against the fence post to stop himself from toppling, and was more than aware of the way the wood creaked beneath the pressure.
Seb heaved in a breath as he pushed himself back up, his body somehow feeling twice as heavy and hard to move than it had that morning as his body reminded him of every extra pound of fat as it jiggled with the movement. Placing a hand on his stuffed gut, he tried to settle the jiggling, only to be met with an angry rumble and a sudden pang of hunger.
But there was no way he was hungry. He’d only just eaten. There was no way he’d been able to digest all of it just yet.
As if to prove him wrong, his stomach growled again, this time louder, and a hunger pang shot through his stomach. Seb dropped the wood he was holding to clutch his stomach with both hands, his vision suddenly swimming as his mouth became stone dry.
He looked up towards his cabin, it was barely a hundred metres away, and he knew there was a fridge full of food and drink just waiting for him. If he could just get there…
One step felt like ten, and Seb could barely lift his feet off the ground to even move, his legs deciding that they couldn’t handle all of the extra weight mounted onto them. The pain in his stomach felt like it was spreading, sapping the energy straight from his bones, and Seb wished the farmer hadn’t already harvested the fields. He needed something, anything.
His mouth felt even drier somehow, feeling like he hadn’t drank anything in days despite the litres he’d had just an hour ago.
Another pang shot through him, and Seb’s knees gave out, causing him to crumple to the ground. Whatever injury it may have caused, Seb couldn’t feel; the sensation of his fat rippling like a tidal wave and empty belly sloshing and gurgling overpowering the pain as he tried to push himself onto his hands and knees. His arms shook beneath the weight of his body, and Seb couldn’t remember moving ever being as hard as this. His whole body felt sluggish, drained, and he was starving.
Seb gave in, tossing until he was splayed out on his back beneath the sun, wishing the hunger would disappear. But his exhaustion was too much, and Seb felt the world slip away.
A frozen chill hit Sebastian’s face as the world came into too-clear focus. Water rained down on him, and he turned and spluttered to shield his face.
‘What the hell?’ Seb choked out as he wiped the water from his face, turning back to find the culprit.
‘Oh, good, you aren’t dead,’ the culprit said, and Seb looked up to see the farmer towering over him, golden watering can glistening in hand.
‘What the fuck is your problem?’ Seb asked as he carefully pushed himself up into a sitting position.
It was far easier said than done as his belly pooled in his lap, and he was suddenly aware of the farmer watching him. He tugged at his damp shirt in an attempt to conceal the mound, but it was no use.
It was then that Seb noticed the ground, or rather the floor. He wasn’t by the fields anymore, there was no sun glaring down at him. Trees towered over him, and a cut quartz floor cooled his skin as he rested his hands on it. A large geode sat beside a bench and a small table topped with some glasses of iced tea. A fishing rod leant against the table, a basket of fresh fish laying beside it.
‘Where am I?’ Seb asked and looked up at the farmer who was busying themselves looking through their journal.
‘My farm,’ they said and closed the journal, tossing it onto the table. ‘This is my summer fishing spot while I wait for the furnaces to finish smelting.’
They nodded to a small shed with a single furnace and geode crusher outside. But Seb didn’t take much notice of it, more interested in the farmer themself, and the fact that they were speaking. Just the two sentences were more than Seb had ever heard from them, it was honestly a surprise that he could understand a word they said.
Maybe they’d just been shy before, but that didn’t detract from the fact that Seb still couldn’t exactly make out any discernable features.
‘I was bringing your lunch over when I saw you. And here was easier to get you to than your cabin.’ They shrugged off Seb’s almost horrified look and went back to the bench.
So many questions burned on his tongue, and he stared after the farmer in disbelief.
They didn’t look like much to the eye, somewhat muscular from farmwork, and clearly accustomed to hard work if their stained overalls were anything to go by. Seb already knew they frequented the mines, but the sheer amount of ash, dirt, and what looked to be blood made him think they spent hours a day down them. Yet here they were, tipping their straw hat back to see better as they cast their rod into the shimmering water.
But that didn’t answer how they managed to move Seb on their own, he was more than aware of just how much he weighed after all. Just as Seb was about to ask, the hunger in his stomach struck again, and he doubled over as he clutched his stomach.
The farmer didn’t even turn around, but slid a basket of prepped sashimi over to him.
Seb had never eaten so fast in his life as he shovelled the first few pieces in. He was sure he’d said ‘thank you’ through the mouthful of fish, but he couldn’t be certain as he swallowed down the delicious sashimi.
‘Rasmodius has another idea,’ the farmer said as they reeled in another fish. ‘He took some samples of the slime from the room, but he needs others. He wants to recreate the slimes that initially caused this but won’t go into the mines himself to find them. So, he’s stopping by to grab your sword and pickaxe, probably your boots, too. I started the slime hutch for it yesterday, so it’ll be done tomorrow. Just avoid the very top of the farm near the greenhouse for now since Robin’s building it.’
Seb froze his eating, body suddenly stiff as realisation set in.
‘She’s here?’ he asked through a mouthful.
‘Oh, don’t worry. She never wanders, you’re still safe here.’
Seven days. It had been seven days since Seb had since her, and it was taking most of Seb’s willpower to not drop the sashimi in his hand and sprint over to see his mother.
Would she even recognise him anymore? What would she say? Was she worried about him, or had she not even realised he was gone?
A sickness born of uncertainty and fear gripped his chest, and Seb fought off the ache in his throat as he swallowed the mouthful of sashimi, trying not to think about it. Luckily for him, the farmer answered one of those questions without prompting.
‘She thinks you’re in Zuzu City. I hid your bike to make it seem more realistic,’ the farmer said as if it were nothing. ‘She said you’d mentioned it before, and you said goodbye before going to the mines anyway, she just didn’t realise how long you were staying. No one’s noticed you’re gone, well, other than Sam, and I tried to-’
‘Please stop talking,’ Seb said quickly at the mention of Sam’s name, pain gripping his words as he tried to ignore the thought that Sam missed him just as much as Seb did.
‘Sorry,’ the farmer said, and went back to fishing in silence.
They continued on like that for a while, the farmer topping up Seb’s stash of sashimi with any fish they didn’t need, and Seb eating non-stop in a vain attempt to keep the hunger at bay. He was no longer starving, but he wasn’t getting any fuller, and as much as Seb loved sashimi, he wasn’t sure how much more he could eat.
Every so often the farmer got up to check the furnaces, and on the third trip they returned with some bottles of juice and other snacks for Seb. He accepted them with a small smile and returned to eating.
The farmer’s watch dinged softly, and they put the rod down.
‘Four o’clock,’ they said and turned to Seb. ‘I’m heading to the desert for a few hours, I’ll drop your dinner off before I go.’
As they got up, Seb attempted to get to his feet, though his body seemed adamantly against doing so. Luckily, the farmer offered a hand without a second thought and hauled Seb to his feet with a strange ease.
His belly swayed and sloshed at the movement, all of the food and drink sitting heavily in the stuffed mound.
‘Thanks,’ Seb said breathlessly, resting a hand on his belly. ‘I’ll wait for Rasmodius in the cabin.’
‘Sounds good,’ they said and made a quick check of their pockets and backpack before heading towards the farmhouse.
Seb watched them go, slightly jealous of their speed as he began his slow waddle back to his cabin. The only saving grace was that the sun was no longer beaming down, so Seb could enjoy the walk without the sweltering heat. He just hoped the wizard wouldn’t be in a chatty mood today, as Seb wanted nothing more than to block out his feelings with a couple beers and whatever movie sounded good.
As it turned out, Rasmodius didn’t show up until 8pm, and he knocked softly on the door.
Seb had already gorged himself on the lunch the farmer had left, and he was a quarter of the way through his dinner. His stomach was bulging out against his shirt, the fabric stretched thin over the stuffed mound. It took him a couple attempts to push himself off of the plush sofa, his breathing already strained before he’d even taken a step towards the door. He couldn’t ignore the way his whole body jiggled as he waddled over, but he tried to ignore his excitement as he reached for the handle.
Rasmodius stood in the doorway, a bag in hand and satchel slung over his shoulder, overstuffed with a thick journal and pouches filled with magical components of sorts. He gave Sebastian a stern nod and tipped his hat back out of his eyes.
‘Feels like there’s a storm brewing,’ the Wizard said in lieu of a greeting. He looked Seb over, poorly masking the frown knitting his brows together as he took in the more ample curves of Seb’s body. ‘I see now what the farmer meant. But I’ve got a new idea.’
Seb stepped aside to let the Wizard in, though he already knew what Rasmodius wanted.
‘They told me the brief idea,’ Seb said as he pushed the door shut. ‘They said you want my sword?’
‘Yes, I do,’ Rasmodius said and looked around the room, taking in the changes to the cabin. Whatever he felt was veiled as he spotted the stand with Seb’s equipment. ‘And if it’s alright with you, your pickaxe and boots. They haven’t been cleaned, have they?’
‘Not that I’m aware of,’ Seb shrugged and looked at the dull metal.
The week-old slime coating it had dulled whatever shine they once held. Thick goop pooled towards the hilt of the sword, completely solid from setting over time. His boots appeared to be in an equally sorry state, and the clothes he’d worn that night were sealed in a bag beside them.
‘Perfect,’ the Wizard said and opened his bag to collect the items. ‘I’m sure the farmer told you the basics, but I’ll tell you anyway.’
Sebastian leant his weight against the table, the wood creaking beneath his weight load enough to cover the sigh that slid from his lips. Was a peaceful evening too much to ask for?
‘My plan is to use the slime to verify the exact type of slime which caused the initial expansion. Whatever it was, my cures aren’t working as they should, so there must be something in the slime that is key to figuring out a cure that will actually work as entailed. Hopefully, if I can recreate the slimes, we can move from there and get you back to normal.
It made sense, as far as plans went, and it wasn’t the worst idea the Wizard had conjured up so far. But they only had ten days, and Seb knew next to nothing about making slimes, or making cures from slimes for that matter.
‘How long will it take?’ Seb asked.
‘That really depends, I’m aware that the farmer is planning on the slime hutch being completed by the morning,’ Rasmodius said and pulled out his journal. ‘Tonight I’ll work on extracting the DNA from the slime on your equipment, and with enough I should be able to use the farmer’s slime press to make an egg. Apparently it takes twenty hours for the press to make the egg, and then another sixty-five hours or so to hatch it in the incubator. Though, they said they’d be able to half that with their incubator. Unfortunately we’d still be looking at around fifty-three hours at a minimum. So just over two days. With any hope, you’ll be back to yourself in time for the Luau.
‘And if it doesn’t work?’ Seb asked, practically watching his chances slip away before his eyes. ‘Then we’ve wasted another three days with no back up plan.’
‘Sebastian,’ Rasmodius said, sounding genuinely concerned. ‘If it doesn’t work, then we keep trying. Alongside this I’ll see if I can make some sort of temporary reprieve for you to use as a last resort. Some sort of concealment. It won’t be perfect, but it could work.’
Temporary…
All of this was supposed to be temporary, and yet here he was.
‘Fine,’ Seb said, if only to get the Wizard to leave faster. ‘But if this doesn’t work I’m looking for someone else to help me.’
The Wizard sighed, reading Seb’s disappointment clear as day.
‘Of course, but I won’t give up, not yet.’ He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed to the door. ‘If you need anything in the meantime, you know how to contact me.’
‘I know,’ Seb opened the door for him, and watched him step out into the darkening night. ‘Thank you.’
‘We’ll figure this out, one way or another,’ Rasmodius said before he disappeared down the path towards the forest.
Seb closed the door and went back to his dinner. He had to wait for pretty much three days before he’d know if this new cure worked, which meant he had three days to sit around and wait. Seb didn’t know if he was patient enough for that, especially considering his condition, and he didn’t know how much more sitting around he could take.
Sure, it was nice, to a certain extent. But Seb had been starving all day, and he highly doubted that it would simply disappear overnight. The only time he wasn’t starving was when he was eating, but eating had started to get boring over the past day. All the food had started to taste the same after a while, and even the act was becoming repetitive. No amount of TV could distract from that.
He should’ve asked Rasmodius for a cure for hunger. Though his trust in the man was fast fading, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to double his size once again.
Seb looked down at his domed belly, the shirt he wore had ridden up so far that he could see his exposed belly button and a good few inches of pale skin above that. He ran a hand over the mound, hooking a finger into his belly button to jiggle the sumptuous mound. The shifting weight awakened his earlier excitement, and Seb shivered as his buried cock was squeezed by the weight of his belly. His breathing became even more laboured the more he shook the hundreds of pounds of fat piled onto him, and he could already feel the heat of his orgasm building within him.
His arm ached from the movement, but Seb was so close, if only he had someone else to do it for him, then he’d happily go for hours.
Seb leant back into the sofa, the jiggling weight enough to send sparks across his skin, and Seb almost choked on the name that spilled from his lips.
Sam.