Jonathan hurried out of his apartment, taking just enough time to pull on a ratty bathrobe to make himself semi-decent. He bounded down the twisting staircase, skipping the bottom step on each landing. He had his rent AND enough to buy groceries. If this site had the same bidding scores each day, he'd be caught up with his bills in less than a week!
He rushed across the small grounds of his apartment complex to the office, swinging straight into the managers office. "Good Lord Jonathan, puts some damn clothes on! And where's my rent!?" David, the apartment manager, was somewhat older than Jonathan, starting to show signs of grey in his hair. He was dressed professionally, though the coffee stain on his button up shirt showed it was a facade.
Jonathan waved 3, $100 bills in David's face. "Right here!" David looked at the bills with mild surprised. Taking them from Jonathan's waving hand, he examined them all closely. "Well Jonathan, seems you're still here for another month. And this time, I won't give you an extension! I need another payment on the first, when the office opens at 9 a.m."
Jonathan beamed a huge smile, opening his mouth to respond. But instead of words, a massive thunderous belch emitted. "Oh excuse m-bleugh!" A second, less raucous belch flew forth from his mouth. "Sorry, it must've been something I ate." Jonathan patted his stomach to emphasize, but something was amiss. He looked down to see his stomach distended somewhat. It was a slight paunch, but far more noticeable with his robe.
"If I were you, Jon, I'd lay off the beer. Your getting a bit of a belly." David slapped Jonathan's stomach with the back of his hand. Jonathan felt a rumble deep in his stomach and then a sudden fullness. A tickle in the back of his throat informed him he needed to let loose another burp. Jonathan was scared, but couldn't fight it. He let out another belch. He felt his stomach expand again, now uncomfortably tugging into the belt of his robe. "Ya, your right David. I'll be going now!"
With the same speed and energy, Jonathan rushed back to his small apartment. He noticed he couldn't full on run, his new stomach swung in odd ways and it threatened to release his belt and reveal it to the word. With a swift pace, he reached his apartment, heading to his bathroom. He slammed the door, turning to look in the full-length mirror hanging on it.
Turning sideways, he noticed the pronounced curve of his stomach. He cradled it with concern when a familiar fullness emanated from his stomach. The tickle in the back of his throat urged him. Jonathan began to panic, he held his breath. He waited, hoping the feeling would dissipate. But it grew, the feeling of fullness became stuffed then bursting. The tickle to an itch. Jonathan's will broke, and let out a burp so loud and thunderous, he feared he'd break the mirror. But what happened scared him more. His stomach exploded outwards, at first bending around his rope belt before its expansion beat it out. His robe fell to his sides, his massive gut free to the open air. In the cramped bathroom, it hovered over the small sink. Jonathan hesitantly examined it in the mirror. He quickly realized he couldn't see its full size in the mirror. When he tried to reposition, he felt something on the underside of his gut and then a clatter as his toiletries were knocked to the floor.
Jonathan swung the door open, wanting nothing more than to not look at himself. But instead of leaving, he became wedged in the door frame, his prodigious gut holding him firm. With great effort and no small amount of patience (and friction burn) Jonathan wiggled out of the door frame. "What in the world... That website!" Jonathan reached for his phone on his night stand (making sure to go facing forwards through his bedroom door). He missed a message from TFstar.com. It was a message from JackTheWriter.
To Jonathan,
I choose something special for you today. You looked so skinny and undernourished in your picture, I thought I'd give you a full belly ;). I even paid extra so no one thinks its odd! Hope others are as generous. I'll be betting on the next auction too!
Sincerely,
JackTheWriter
"Oh no..." There was another alert, coming from his phone and computer simultaneously. There was a new bid starting. "Great, what will these wackos do now!?"