“So, uh, tell me, why is your belly like that, Chomby?” Darren found himself asking after staring at this strange hollow-bellied soundbyte. Inside Chomby’s belly he noticed a brown and green, twenty-sided die. The set up almost looked like someone was supposed to heft up his belly to shake it.

Chomby groaned. “Someone had a die in their belly, and they offered for me to roll it by hefting up their belly.” He reached down and grabbed his own belly and shook it around.

Darren noticed the die landed on ten.

“Turns out, apparently, that their dice belly was actually a curse they had, and rolling the dice has a chance to spread the curse to you.” Chomby poked the top of his transparent belly in agitation. “And I ended up rolling a ten. Within the next day, my belly expanded and a die appeared inside it.”

“So… how do you get rid of it?” Darren placed his hand on Chomby’s belly. The action seemed to make Chomby blush. Was that a part of the curse?

“Dunno. Think you’re the fiftieth person to roll it?” Chomby placed his hand on Darren’s. “But I do advise caution.”

“I was just touching your belly, that’s all.” Darren pulled his hand off and frowned.

“But you were thinking about it, weren’t you?”

Darren looked away. “Okay, maybe a little. It’s like it’s calling to-”

“As it did with the other forty-nine.” Chomby sighed. “There’s a chance something good will happen. Rolling a twenty apparently gives you one wish to use. Rolling a nineteen makes you my owner, and I’m compelled to do whatever you say.”

“How’d you find that one out?”

“Someone rolled a nineteen and I immediately felt the compulsory desire to follow their orders. I even said this fact out loud. I guess rolling a nineteen makes me lose my ability to choose.”

“Then how are you here now?” Darren looked Chomby up and down. His desire to roll the die was even higher than it was a moment ago. He wasn’t sure why either. It was almost as if the more Chomby explained the curse, the more compelled he was to roll the die.

“He rolled a one.” Chomby frowned.

“Oh, does that make him lose custody of you or-”

Chomby responded by hefting up his belly again. This time, Darren heard a rattling noise come from the lower part of his belly. When Chomby dropped it again, Darren heard the sound of many plastic balls of some sort all colliding with each other.

Chomby looked up at Darren. “That answer your question?”

“Not really… did he make you eat plastic or something?”

“My belly keeps expanding. Each person who roles a one…”

Darren placed his hand on Chomby’s belly again. The desire to roll the die increased.

Chomby looked up. Again, he blushed. “You sure you wanna roll the die?”

“I guess so?” Darren took a deep breath and hefted up Chomby’s belly. It was surprisingly soft for looking like it was made of plastic. Darren saw the die inside begin to jostle around. He then started to shake the belly up and down rapidly, causing the dice to throw itself around. It collided into the walls of Chomby’s belly with soft thuds. “Come on! Gimme a Nat twenty!”

Chomby lifted his arms away from his belly. His blush intensified. “Careful about rolling a one. I already have too many dice inside my belly.”

Darren looked up in horror. “Wait, what?” He pulled his arms away from Chomby’s belly and saw the die drop down and start rolling. “What do you mean by that?”

“I’d have an uncontrollable urge to eat anyone who rolled a one. When they got into my belly, they’d already be turned into a die…” The two watched the die slow down. “That die would then replace the one that they rolled. The replaced die would go into my lower belly afterward. It’s only gotten bigger as more dice fill it up.”

Darren felt his heartbeat increase as the die finally rolled to a stop. He held his breath and leaned in, pressing his face against Chomby’s belly. He saw the number – it was a 10.

“What… did ten do again?” Darren asked.

“Well…” Chomby leaned over and placed his hand on Darren’s belly. “Guess it already started. Your belly’s getting bigger.”

“I’m getting fatter?” Darren asked.

“Spreading the curse, more like. Sorry. Guess you’re gonna have a dice belly, too. It isn’t too bad, at least.” Chomby took a deep breath and sighed. “Belly rubs feel extremely nice, and belly shaking feels heavenly. You’ll get used to it.”

Darren whimpered as he looked down at himself. He noticed his skin was becoming translucent… and he swore he could see a die forming, too.

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A commission for  Pieroe. We met at Furality and we found a game board with no dice, so he joked my belly was the dice roller. He then came up with this concept, and I may have expanded on it a bit.

Here are the possible outcomes for rolling the Chomby Dice Belly!

1 - Eaten by chomby and turned into a die
2 - get turned into a random object (roll 1d100 to find out what)
3 - become a belly tattoo on chomby
4 - lose fifty IQ points and reality warps to make that permanent
5 - Lose two inches of height
6 - forget half your vocabulary for 1d4 years
7 - get 1d6x100 pounds fatter
8 - magically get 'juiced' (like a towel) to form juice that heals you 1d6 per use
9 - Inflate for 1d12 days
10 - grow a dice belly of your own that causes the same effects
11 - gain 50 pounds, roll again (your hands are stuck to chomby's belly until you do so)
12 - age up by 1d4x5 years
13 - become addicted to x substance
14 - Grow 10x your height for 1d4 days
15 - shrink to 0.1x your height for 1d4 days
16 - gain 1d10x100 gold but put on that amount in pounds of fat.
17 - swell up with juice until round for 1d4 weeks
18 - roll the die twice more if you're able to
19 - you become the new/current owner of chomby, he has to follow your orders if it is within his means.
20 - gain one free use of the wish spell

Maybe might try something with this in the future. ;D

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Darren ©  pieroe
Art/Chomby/Story ©  pikminpedia Me