Andrew pulled the crank, watching the wheel spin round and round. It began to slow, revealing the words:
“ASS”
He was surprised to see that written on the machine, but he watched for the next option,
“FEET”
Was this thing just listing various body parts? Andrew watched as the third option appeared,
“PREGNANT”
Okay… this thing is just weird.
Andrew wasn’t worried about his extra quarter in the machine, so he just started walking away. But he heard the final option slide into place. It was a number.
The number 7.
Andrew just wanted to go home now, he was weirded out. But as he was walking. He felt a tightness in his jeans.
He twisted his head and looked at them, seeing his ass.
It looked… bigger. Actually, it was still getting bigger. He could feel the material stretching. He could hear it too.
He grabbed at his ass, hoping to stop it somehow. But before anything could change, he felt the jeans rip, right down his crack. His ass was getting huge. It looked like a Kardashian’s dream.
It finally stopped growing. It made him look like a baboon with his far it stuck out. It wasn’t like his hips or thighs had grown with it. It just stuck out.
But before he could come to terms with his new development. He felt a smiliar tightness in his shoes.
He had just bought these brand new shoes. He quickly tried to pull them off.
Hopping around, Andrew managed to get one shoe off, but as he placed his foot back on the ground to start pulling the other one off, he tripped over, falling on his engorged ass. It felt firm, yet jiggly. The good stare at from behind kind of jiggly. Not something Andrew would have wanted.
He stared at his other shoe as his growing foot burst it into two separate pieces. They grew larger and larger. He had to be measurable sizes by now. They stopped at about the same height as his torso.
Andrew only just realised what was about to happen next.
He tried to get back up, but was immediately overwhelmed by a different kind of pressure. It was his skin stretching.
It wasn’t painful, but uncomfortable. He could feel his organs shifting as his belly started pressing against his shirt.
He lifted it up to see what he expected. A growing belly. He even looked pregnant.
His belly just continued to grow and grow, hitting 4 months, then 5, then six. Then starting to slow when it reached 7.
He remembered the number. Probably not that ironic, likely the plan.
Andrew was terrified. What if these were real babies in his belly. Did he just suddenly develop a uterus to hold them.
He managed to pull himself off the ground. The weight from his belly and ass didn’t compliment each other, but his expanded feet kept him upright.
He walked over to the machine and read the text on side of it.
“All Changes Will Last a Month”
Andrew ran his fingers through his hair. He had to be stuck like this for a month!?
“Want To Play Again?” The screen prompted Andrew.
He remembered that he already had a second quarter in the machine. Could it get any worse than this? He looked back at the text on the side of the machine,
“Each Play Removes Week From Change-Time”
“Minimum Change-Time is One Week”
Andrew thought for a moment. If he played again, he’d only have to wait three weeks, and with another half dollar he could get it down to a week.