Peter grabbed the first person he saw. It was Tony. He was a big Italian. Not muscled but not fat by any means
and gave him a lip lock that he was sure would get him belted and possibly knock all this wind out of him. But
instead he burped as their lips met forcing a great belch into Tony.
Tony tied to pry himself from the grasp of Peter and soon punched him right in the belly forcing the biggest
belch out of Peter and forcing the belch deep inside of himself.
Peter and Tony dropped to the floor finally separated.
What the hell was that Tony asked?
I had a bad case of gas and I was hoping you would punch it out of me.
Tony laid on his back like an overturned turtle unable to get up.
Well it looks like I did and now it is in me. He tried to belch but he was unable to do it.It forced the belch
deep within his own cells not just in his belly.
Peter tried to get up but he now looked like a deflated balloon.
Help me up Tony demanded.
He tried to help but Peter's essence was now in Tony and Peter was so weak that he couldn't get the behemoth
up now. The stretch pants Tony had on were one of those colorful sports sweat pants that just a tacky jock
would wear and the tank top was now looking more like a sports bra. But at least his pants didn't burst.
Peter felt himself blowing up again and soon the first belch came out. Belch after belch but this time he
didn't seem to be as full as he had the first time.
Peter thought to himself what if I belch into another person. The next person was a fat garbage man and even
though his belly grew huge he was use to being large and was easily able to manage the change.
Over and over Peter grew and grew until his tenth time. Some were easily able to handle the additional weight.
The muscle man just looked like he was in the off season but the tenth one was a skinny stick of a boy about
the age of 19 and when Peter let this one escape it looked like a balloon on top of a sick. But that was not
air in that balloon as Peter discovered from all the others. His belches had somehow hyperstimulated their fat
cells to grow and store the burp.
But that tenth time was Peter's last belch. His body was so stretched out though that hit looks like he needed
to have more than three times his skin removed to get back to normal or fill it with something else. Peters
belly had extended to such a size that no matter what he did he was always hungry.