Originally written by "Soup" on Writing.com
You continue to wait anxiously as Lindsey ponders her decision. The tension is thick, ironically much like yourself. Lindsey smirks eying your already generous middle. You try to recall if you could have seen this coming, but you realise that the situation is so surreal that there was no chance it could have crossed your mind. Your fearful fretting had given Lindsey enough time to make a decision.
"Belly it is, Isis! I'm sure you'll grow to enjoy it." she teases, giving you a playful wink.
You feel a warmth spread through your torso, collecting underneath your chubby belly. Your clothes creak as your as flesh fills them, the fabric fraying on your jeans as they struggle to contain your pudge. You let out a sigh, this was starting to become cumbersome. However, the moment your middle eases out the button on your jeans with little effort. Your gut spills out onto your juicy thighs, only for Lindsey to grin even more. She reaches over, giving your middle a playful jiggle. The globular mass wobbles with each shake, part of you wanting to push her away... yet you take your time in doing so.
"Looks like you're enjoying this game... shall we keep it rolling?" you reply, hoping your next card is a spicy one.