“If I’m going to eat more pies,” Andrew said, “…I have to do something about this gut. No one’s going to trust a fat guy around the pies.”
He tightened his belt, but that just cut into his pale blue gut. “I need a tighter shirt.”
A few blocks down the road was Main Street. Mothers eyed Andrew suspiciously as he ambled down the street. “They’re just NPCs,” Andrew told himself, but he quickened his pace. He reached the department store and was greeted by a sales clerk.
“I’m Peggy. What can I help you with?”
“It’s kind of complicated.”
“Not at all.” She led him past the staring men in their Stetson hats and the women who pulling their children closer. Peggy locked the dressing room door, then opened the mirror. “We keep the corsets in here.”
“Corsets? The things that make you skinny?”
“What else did you think a corset did?”
An hour later Andrew was tightly laced into a pink corset. “Don’t you have anything more manly?”
“Yeah,” smirked Peggy. “You’re such a stud.”
“And your such a catch,” he retorted. “They teach sarcasm in clerking school—hey!”
“I’ll just tighten that….”
“That’s enough!” Andrew squeaked. He looked in the mirror. “Whoa…”
His waist was only as thick as a telephone pole. He looked narrow, but Andrew felt as tall and sturdy as a tree.
“Matching heels?” offered Peggy.
“No…weirdo…”
“Suit yourself. I’ll see you later…”
Back on the street mothers were still pulling their children out of Andrew’s path. The corset made Andrew more conspicuous than ever, but at least he wasn’t pudgy anymore. He snuck up to the next windowsill and dug into the pie. He grabbed the next one and the next. His stomach was full, but it wasn’t growing.
Andrew licked out the pan and threw it away. “So far so good, now, which street should I try—“
Byoom!
Andrew didn’t recognize that sound, but it made him feel funny. Two blue spots appeared on his t-shirt, and underneath were two fast-growing mountains.
“Boobs? No!” The juice that would have filled his belly found two new homes. His shirt was soaked in juice, stretching out and tightening. His skin turned indigo. More and more juice filled his tits. Andrew grew bigger than any girl he’d ever seen outside of porn, but not for long. He gained cup sizes by the second, his breasts sloshing with blueberry nectar.
“My…my boobs…” His nipples were hard and leaking juice. He tasted it: just the right mixture of sweet and sour. He was so busty that he wondered, “Can I suck my own tits?”
“No!” he cried. “I have to get away, but…” His breasts were big as basketballs. He could barely hold onto them.