Chomby hoisted himself into the kitchen. "Can you at least give me a hint?" He whimpered as he began opening cabinets. He found it to be very difficult. The more he reached over, the more his belly seemed to get in the way. This had been happening a lot the past few weeks. Ever since he drank that body-shape soda, he'd been finding rudimentary tasks to be quite challenging. His performer outfit no longer fit, doorways were such a hassle, and even just grabbing his phone was such a chore. He had to be careful to not bump his massive, green belly against anything. Given its size, it was bound to break whatever it rested on. Which was exactly what happened to the bed.

"For the last time, Chomby, no! You aren't going to find them, and even if you did, you SHOULDN'T drink another one! I haven't made any reversal serums yet, so if you drink another soda, we're going to be stuck like this forever!"

Chomby tottered over to the cabinets above him and opened them up. He saw a set of three rootbeer bottles with green wrappings. Jackpot. He started to reach up for them. "Ahh, come on, Sarge! You say it like it's a bad thing. You were oggling your physique in the mirror earlier today. You like being this round as much as I do!"

"I like being fat and round within reason. If I know it isn't permanent, then yes, I'm fine with being so... massive..."

Chomby reached up a little further but found his belly snag against the side of the counter. He cursed under his breath and stared down at it. Its sheer girth was making him stand a good foot away from the edge of the counter. Trying to lean over it only pushed his belly further up and in his way.

"Urgh, why did you put the bottles up there, Sarge?" Chomby tried to jump, but his belly weighed him down. He almost lost his balance. If getting out of bed in the morning was any indicator, getting off the floor would be next-to-impossible. "I can't reach them if my belly keeps squishing into the counter!"

"Not so easy to grab after your seventh bottle, huh?" Sarge asked snidely. "Honestly, Chomby, why are you so addicted to my sodas anyway?"

"They... they taste good!" Chomby blushed. "And... I mean... I really like this." Chomby gestured to his belly. "It makes me feel happier when my belly is this big. You understand, right?"

"Probably a biology thing, I bet. Maybe soundbytes are healthier when they're this fat." Chomby could tell Sarge was thinking. "Having your belly that big probably would mean your a healthy, suitable mate that's... uh... y'know."

"I'm a jacket," Chomby rolled his eyes. "Only thing biological about me is-"

"The giant belly you've managed to gain after drinking more sodas than you should." There was hesitation in Sarge's voice. "Besides, those are for my clients, not you. That's money to afford the ingredients to make your belly as big as it already is!" There was another pause. "Also, if you drink any more, your body will be stuck this way PERMANENTLY."

"You already said that," Chomby snorted. He managed to get a finger on a bottle and pushed it into the wall until he could wedge it out of the cabinet. It dropped into his hand and he chuckled.

"Ugh... Chomby. At least have the decency to order the reversal serum ingredients I need. Please?"

"Of course, Sarge." Chomby popped the top off and chugged the drink down. He felt the drink drop inot his stomach. The moment it hit, he felt his entire body shirk. His fingers curled in, his eyes squinted shut, and he arched his back with a yelp. "Ack! Wah-"

When the sensation passed, he felt a chill run from his head, down his spine, and into his feet. "Hrack! What was that? that wasn't pleasant!"

"I warned you, Chomby!" Sarge chuckled. "That's how you know it's permanent."

Chomby felt his belly begin to balloon out. He had to take a step back to avoid getting toppled over by his belly pressing into the cabinets. "Why is it permanent?"

"Well, it's moreso if you drink too many, the time you're stuck like that, the time increases. It's exponential though... and since I had three, you had eight, that hits eleven. That equates to one-thousand-twenty-four weeks... or twenty years. Though, you're so full of the stuff that it basically permanently alters your biology."

Chomby looked down at himself. He felt his cheeks flush hot. He took a few steps forward and felt his belly fully drag on the ground. "Ehehehehehehe. Gosh, this feels great!"

"Anyway, so, you gonna get the ingredients or...."

"In a bit. Let me enjoy this first, please." Chomby hissed.

"Of course, Chomby." Sarge's tone was light-hearted. He chuckled. "Enjoy being a waterballoon, big guy."

"Thanks, Sarge!" Chomby said. "Love you!"

"Love you, too, you big goofball."

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I loved the idea of Chomby at this size so much... I had to do a part 2! SOOOOO, Enjoy part 2! :D

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