"Ahhh, jeez," Sarge said, releasing his arms from the green tank top to let the fabric flob around his hips. "Thaaaanks, Indigo? Uh... don't you know I'm a medium? I'm not a 3XL."
"I just thought it'd look cute on you! Green suits you, and it's a watermelon! If I recall, that's your favorite fruit!" Indigo remarked, teasingly poking Sarge's midriff.
"It's a nice gesture, and it is cute, but I feel I'd have to be rounder for this 'watermelon' gimmick to work, though." Sarge sighed, looking down at the shirt. It felt itchy. He wanted to take it off, but he was told to always wear clothes someone gifts you at least once.
With the talk of watermelons now in Sarge's mind, he started to imagine himself looking a lot more rounded. He knew there were some drawings out there of people turning into watermelons, and he thought those drawings were kind of cute... but that just wasn't something that happened in real life.
Sarge wanted to say more, but he felt a rumble in his gut, causing him to clutch at his midriff. He wanted to rub his abdomen to calm it down a bit, but his hands met with a surprisingly large amount of fabric. He knew the shirt was big, but he didn't think it'd be so loose that the fabric would clump into a soft mass around his navel.
"You know, Sarge... you should wear more textured tanktops. I think they look great on you." Indigo said, giving another poke at Sarge's belly. "If you come with me, we can buy some more tanktops for ya, maybe even get that hungry stomach of yours some lunch."
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt," Sarge said, pressing into the softness of his shirt again. Was it softer than it was a moment ago?
~~
Indigo and Sarge went out to eat. Sarge, not wanting too big of a meal, stuck with a single burrito. He thought this would be a great idea, but felt his pants had tightened around his waist. "Urk. I think the burrito's giving me a bit of a bloat. My pants feel so tight!"
"Oh?" Indigo asked, idly looking down at Sarge's midriff before looking back up at the werewolf. "Maybe you're just getting fatter."
"Haha, very funny!" Sarge sneered, pulling at the tanktop fabric again. "Though, oddly enough, the tank top doesn't feel as loose as it did an hour ago. It's almost... fitting."
Getting to his feet, Sarge lifted his arms and stretched. He could feel the tanktop ride up a little, accidentally giving Indigo a peak of his abdomen. "Oh!" Sarge looked down at his tank top. "Is this form-fitting smart fabric or something? It suddenly feels rather snug and skin-tight. I think it's shrinking to fit around my abdomen more-"
Sarge's eyes widened. A mass of watermelon-green was blocking his vision of the ground. Sarge didn't remember the shirt getting this... big. "Wait, is the shirt inflating? I swear my abdomen wasn't this round before!"
Indigo snorted, trying to stifle a laugh. "Dunno, big guy, but you certainly do look like a watermelon!" Staring down, Indigo blushed. "Though, we best get back home... I think your pants are having some... difficulties with that 'inflating shirt' of yours."
Sarge was about to ask what Indigo meant when he felt his pants button come loose with a gentle pop.
~~
Heavy traffic made the ride home longer than it should have been. All the while, Sarge was staring down at the inflating watermelon he was wearing. To his chagrin, the watermelon was already resting atop his thighs, threatening to spill over his knees at any moment.
"If you're so worried, Sarge, why not take it off?" Indigo asked, giving Sarge a side glance while the two were at a standstill.
"I would love to, but it's too cramped in here, and I can't seem to pull the shirt off!" Sarge whined.
~~
The two made it home in the evening. With the sun almost setting, Sarge got out of the car. his irritation grew as the watermelon shirt made him feel more cramped than he wanted. Standing in the twilight, Sarge felt a great deal of heft fall down in front of him. This new weight was pressing against his knees.
"Indigo! Help me get this thing off, will ya? It's so cumbersome I can't get it off myself!" Trying to show what he meant, Sarge grasped the underside of the tank top and tried lifting it up. He could have sworn he was grabbing his own belly, as the part of the tank top he grabbed was feeling soft and fluffy to the touch.
RIP!
Sarge's eyes widened as he saw a bit of the fabric rip in front of him. He expected the tank top to begin deflating, but was surprised to see a mass of brown and cream fur come out... HIS fur.
Indigo got out from his side of the car. He began to laugh hysterically. "I would, Sarge, but I think the tank top just ripped itself! You ripped the thing by just being as round as a watermelon!"
Sarge felt embarrassed. "Wha... what do you MEAN that I'm as round as a watermelon?! I thought it was just the shirt inflating. Not me!"
Panicked, Sarge looked down at his midriff again. Realization flooded over him as he could see the mass of cream slowly inflating itself and ripping the tank top as it did so. "Why is this happening!?"
Indigo stopped his laughter and gave a wry smile. "I dunno, Sarge, but I feel you'd have to be a bit skinnier for that 'watermelon' gimmick to work properly. Don't think those tank tops come in a size 8XL!"
Sarge folded his arms atop his belly as he glowered at Indigo. He wanted to make a retort, but his train of thought vanished when he started to taste watermelon in his mouth.
~~~~~
This was Bigger Belly Project - Magical Clothing!
Honestly, the watermelon shirt works so nicely for Sarge!
~~~~~
Sergeant Wolf / Indigo / Art / Story © pikminpedia Me
"I just thought it'd look cute on you! Green suits you, and it's a watermelon! If I recall, that's your favorite fruit!" Indigo remarked, teasingly poking Sarge's midriff.
"It's a nice gesture, and it is cute, but I feel I'd have to be rounder for this 'watermelon' gimmick to work, though." Sarge sighed, looking down at the shirt. It felt itchy. He wanted to take it off, but he was told to always wear clothes someone gifts you at least once.
With the talk of watermelons now in Sarge's mind, he started to imagine himself looking a lot more rounded. He knew there were some drawings out there of people turning into watermelons, and he thought those drawings were kind of cute... but that just wasn't something that happened in real life.
Sarge wanted to say more, but he felt a rumble in his gut, causing him to clutch at his midriff. He wanted to rub his abdomen to calm it down a bit, but his hands met with a surprisingly large amount of fabric. He knew the shirt was big, but he didn't think it'd be so loose that the fabric would clump into a soft mass around his navel.
"You know, Sarge... you should wear more textured tanktops. I think they look great on you." Indigo said, giving another poke at Sarge's belly. "If you come with me, we can buy some more tanktops for ya, maybe even get that hungry stomach of yours some lunch."
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt," Sarge said, pressing into the softness of his shirt again. Was it softer than it was a moment ago?
~~
Indigo and Sarge went out to eat. Sarge, not wanting too big of a meal, stuck with a single burrito. He thought this would be a great idea, but felt his pants had tightened around his waist. "Urk. I think the burrito's giving me a bit of a bloat. My pants feel so tight!"
"Oh?" Indigo asked, idly looking down at Sarge's midriff before looking back up at the werewolf. "Maybe you're just getting fatter."
"Haha, very funny!" Sarge sneered, pulling at the tanktop fabric again. "Though, oddly enough, the tank top doesn't feel as loose as it did an hour ago. It's almost... fitting."
Getting to his feet, Sarge lifted his arms and stretched. He could feel the tanktop ride up a little, accidentally giving Indigo a peak of his abdomen. "Oh!" Sarge looked down at his tank top. "Is this form-fitting smart fabric or something? It suddenly feels rather snug and skin-tight. I think it's shrinking to fit around my abdomen more-"
Sarge's eyes widened. A mass of watermelon-green was blocking his vision of the ground. Sarge didn't remember the shirt getting this... big. "Wait, is the shirt inflating? I swear my abdomen wasn't this round before!"
Indigo snorted, trying to stifle a laugh. "Dunno, big guy, but you certainly do look like a watermelon!" Staring down, Indigo blushed. "Though, we best get back home... I think your pants are having some... difficulties with that 'inflating shirt' of yours."
Sarge was about to ask what Indigo meant when he felt his pants button come loose with a gentle pop.
~~
Heavy traffic made the ride home longer than it should have been. All the while, Sarge was staring down at the inflating watermelon he was wearing. To his chagrin, the watermelon was already resting atop his thighs, threatening to spill over his knees at any moment.
"If you're so worried, Sarge, why not take it off?" Indigo asked, giving Sarge a side glance while the two were at a standstill.
"I would love to, but it's too cramped in here, and I can't seem to pull the shirt off!" Sarge whined.
~~
The two made it home in the evening. With the sun almost setting, Sarge got out of the car. his irritation grew as the watermelon shirt made him feel more cramped than he wanted. Standing in the twilight, Sarge felt a great deal of heft fall down in front of him. This new weight was pressing against his knees.
"Indigo! Help me get this thing off, will ya? It's so cumbersome I can't get it off myself!" Trying to show what he meant, Sarge grasped the underside of the tank top and tried lifting it up. He could have sworn he was grabbing his own belly, as the part of the tank top he grabbed was feeling soft and fluffy to the touch.
RIP!
Sarge's eyes widened as he saw a bit of the fabric rip in front of him. He expected the tank top to begin deflating, but was surprised to see a mass of brown and cream fur come out... HIS fur.
Indigo got out from his side of the car. He began to laugh hysterically. "I would, Sarge, but I think the tank top just ripped itself! You ripped the thing by just being as round as a watermelon!"
Sarge felt embarrassed. "Wha... what do you MEAN that I'm as round as a watermelon?! I thought it was just the shirt inflating. Not me!"
Panicked, Sarge looked down at his midriff again. Realization flooded over him as he could see the mass of cream slowly inflating itself and ripping the tank top as it did so. "Why is this happening!?"
Indigo stopped his laughter and gave a wry smile. "I dunno, Sarge, but I feel you'd have to be a bit skinnier for that 'watermelon' gimmick to work properly. Don't think those tank tops come in a size 8XL!"
Sarge folded his arms atop his belly as he glowered at Indigo. He wanted to make a retort, but his train of thought vanished when he started to taste watermelon in his mouth.
~~~~~
This was Bigger Belly Project - Magical Clothing!
Honestly, the watermelon shirt works so nicely for Sarge!
~~~~~
Sergeant Wolf / Indigo / Art / Story © pikminpedia Me
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Wolf
Gender Male
Size 1280 x 669px
Now just be careful you get greenier, rounder and juicier!
Oh, that's bound to happen at this point! It's almost a given!
This is why I have trust issues, even the clothes make people fat 0_0
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