“Ping!”

The sound effect jolted Glompy from his thoughts, forcing him to drop his third bag of chips. Or…was it his sixth? It was getting harder and harder to remember how much he ate through the day. He looked down, only to see a small black blob sticking out from his waist. The feline reached and put a hand down on the foreign object. Except…it wasn’t. He had a belly now!

It had only been a week since Glompy started his Slobivin regimen. He had to admit, he hadn’t expected results that quickly. He was pretty sure it wasn’t even a full day before his clothes started to get tighter. Every day he weighed himself, and almost every day the number on the scale startled him. He started at 121, then it became 123, 127, 130, 136, steadily climbing higher with each day. His previously baggy clothes grew more and more snug, and whenever he stretched, he could feel his belly push out from underneath his shirt. But he liked exposing it. He was nothing but pleased with the results! Dreams of popping seams and bursting out of clothes grew closer and closer as he grew heftier and heftier.

And now…it happened! He popped the button on his jeans! And not just that, it popped clean off! Glompy’s mind was filled with fantasies of ballooning up, tearing through food and bursting off clothes until he became a mountain of a feline. Shit. Now he had a boner, which now was incredibly tightly pressed against his new gut, which only seemed to exacerbate it. His stomach gurgled, and he belched.

“OORP! Oh man…this is great!” Glompy said, reaching down and rubbing his newfound pudge. The feline bent down to pick up his fallen chips, and received a whiff of a stench. His nose wrinkled, but he couldn’t help but grin. “Oof, I’ve been sweatin’ like a pig all week! Maybe I should shower.” Glompy muttered, before letting out a bark-laugh, and then another belch. “HAH! Not likely. More time for eating! I’m starved!”

TA-DA HERE'S PART TWO