11-06-2018, 06:24 PM
He was listening to her talk. Her talking about him being attractive was nice, but something didn’t feel right. It was more than just the fact that he couldn’t move a majority of his body. No. There was something else occurring and it was right where she poked him at: near his belly. A soft groan from a dull ache filled his mouth as a light sound of fluids rushing through the body could be faintly heard to even her hears. His blue eyes rushed down to see what was causing the ache equivalent to that of bowels churning that would otherwise alert someone to use the restroom. He didn’t have to go though and if he did, his body refused to move. What was going on was his stomach was beginning to jut out.
It was hard to notice at first. Travis was wearing a nice buttoned up white dress shirt and a crimson red sweater over it. Sue him for trying his best to dress sophisticated as if already being a hopeful for the Winter Olympics wasn’t enough. Point being, he could feel everything. It started with the folds to his black T-shirt underneath it all filling out. Then, came the strain against the white shirt itself and even his belted blue jeans. That was when he started to panic upon seeing a faint bump protrude from his sweater.
“W-what did you do,” he stammered. Travis wanted to move, watching as his body changed further. “Make it stop!”
But, it wouldn’t stop. It went much further, a strain presenting itself against his body. If he could move his arms, he would have tried to relive himself, but it was too late. With a huge set of multiple pops, the shirt underneath the sweater had torn forth and then, boom! The button to his jeans shot forth across the cabin, the zipper to them rolling down to allow his belly to swell out with ease. He groaned, not out of pain, but because of a dull fullness to his body as all three layers of his shirts rolled over the belly and his pants? Well, he heard several rips as his hips shifted around to accommodate his new frame. Travis could only watch in horror as his partially hairy belly rested between his legs while his chest began to ache.
It was hard to notice at first. Travis was wearing a nice buttoned up white dress shirt and a crimson red sweater over it. Sue him for trying his best to dress sophisticated as if already being a hopeful for the Winter Olympics wasn’t enough. Point being, he could feel everything. It started with the folds to his black T-shirt underneath it all filling out. Then, came the strain against the white shirt itself and even his belted blue jeans. That was when he started to panic upon seeing a faint bump protrude from his sweater.
“W-what did you do,” he stammered. Travis wanted to move, watching as his body changed further. “Make it stop!”
But, it wouldn’t stop. It went much further, a strain presenting itself against his body. If he could move his arms, he would have tried to relive himself, but it was too late. With a huge set of multiple pops, the shirt underneath the sweater had torn forth and then, boom! The button to his jeans shot forth across the cabin, the zipper to them rolling down to allow his belly to swell out with ease. He groaned, not out of pain, but because of a dull fullness to his body as all three layers of his shirts rolled over the belly and his pants? Well, he heard several rips as his hips shifted around to accommodate his new frame. Travis could only watch in horror as his partially hairy belly rested between his legs while his chest began to ache.