Jimmy's Growth Spurt

Jimmy's Growth Spurt
by Troubledevourer
2013


The alarm clock screeched to life right beside Jimmy's ear, causing him to jerk awake and groan before slamming his hand into the top of the device, something so habitual he could do it with his eyes closed.  He groggily hoisted his legs around and sat on the edge of his soft bed, dragging the warm fleece blankets about him like a cloak in the chilled air.  "Just another stupid day…" he mumbled as he lurched forward off the bed and started to stumble towards his door in the early-morning dark.

It wasn't just another stupid day for Jimmy though, he knew it already. His five foot nine frame felt weighed down, heavier. He felt more uncomfortable with each step he took, not being able to exactly place why, sleep still clogging his brain.

As he slowly made his way towards the bathroom at the end of the hall, guided over the old carpet floor by the pre-dawn light, he began to really wake up.  He rubbed his eyes, picked an unusually difficult wedgie, and rubbed his stomach as he realized he was hungry, and immediately he perked up, realizing why he felt so weighed down.

Jimmy raced to the end of the hall, violently snapping the light switch on, and all but jumped in front of the sink, eyes hastily glaring into the mirror.  

He was right.  His belly had grown again.

Five days prior, Jimmy had realized something was happening.  He wasn't eating more than his usual take, still three average portioned meals a day, maybe a snack here or there in the afternoon, but he came to notice fat accumulating around his usually stick thin midsection.  He thought, on the first day, that it might have just been mild bloating, but it didn't settle.  By the end of each day, his belly had grown, and upon waking each morning, it didn't seem to be stopping at all.
He glanced down.  He could no longer see his toes.  The belly before him had to at least be the size of a basketball, the result of months, if not years of inactivity and munching, suddenly added to his frame in a matter of days.  He began to poke and prod it, squeezing here and there with his thumb and index finger.  He could grab a whole handful of the jiggly mass today.  His love handles even looked bigger now, and it seemed like his underwear were also straining in the back, his butt peeking out over the top of his now-too-tight briefs.  He whimpered a little, still rubbing his burgeoning gut, methodically massaging it.  He closed his eyes for a moment.  He could barely accept the fantastical nature of his situation, but he knew soon that he would have to accept that and another fact: that he was beginning to like it.  

Before he got too into rubbing his tummy, Jimmy figured he should distract himself with getting ready to leave for school.  It wasn't unusual for seniors in high school to put on stress weight, he thought meekly to himself, and it was almost the end of the term, so he didn't have to see people for at least a few weeks while he tried to sort things out.  At least his parents were away, and they trusted him to be by himself.  "I don't know what I would do if they saw me like this," he muttered to himself, glancing one last time in the mirror before heading back to his room.

Squeezed into a small sized shirt and slim fit jeans, Jimmy looked like a caricature.  He could barely suck in his stomach, and his zip-up was too thin to really help hide anything.  Horizontal stripes were also a terrible decision in retrospect, and he chided himself as he stepped up the stairs towards the front entrance of the school.  He thanked whatever powers that were that his schedule meant he had different periods and a different lunch than his friends.  Jimmy hoped the day would go by smoothly, his ten minute walk having almost exhausted him from hefting around his new weight.  He figured it wouldn't, with his luck so far.

…

Squashed into a seat attached to a desk was hard enough, but with clothes at least three sizes too small, Jimmy was thankful that his hoodie shielded the fat that squished out over the top of his jeans and under his shirt.  Forty five minutes, Jimmy. Just forty five minutes to go, he thought to himself, staring at the clock, and absentmindedly rubbing a hand on the side of his gut.

He couldn't snap his attention away from it, how much bigger he was today than yesterday. It seemed exponential.  His teacher's droning voice was eclipsed by the thoughts revolving the awe he was experiencing, how soft and tender his belly was becoming.  He knew he should try to focus on something, anything else, because getting hard in his jeans wasn't much of an option with such little room left in them, and that's when it happened.

His gut surged forward another inch, making a small but still audible 'glorping' sound.  
Jimmy's shot open as wide as dinner plates, and he hissed with a gasp before he caught the air in his throat.  He almost screamed out.  "This was so not good," he thought.

What do I do was the only thought in his head. The panic was rising in his body, he could feel his heart rate gearing up, his breathing becoming faster and more like small gasps than actual breaths.  His head and eyes whipped around, trying to discern if anyone in the room had noticed him, or what had happened.  Everyone was either asleep or staring distantly towards the teacher.  He was safe for the moment.  He started to sigh in mild relief, still awash with disconcertion, but then
Glorp.  

His waistband started cutting into him.  He felt his briefs straining to contain his ass and thighs now.  His shirt rode up an inch, exposing a solid two inches of belly fat, the horizontal lines growing thinner at the strain.  He jumped from his seat, panic taking over, and dashed as well as he could with such a ball of fat wobbling in front of him, beginning to droop over the front of his pants from its sheer size. His teacher yelled after him, but Jimmy couldn't hear a word she was saying, his only thought was to get to the safest and most private place he knew: home.

Full on sprinting through the labyrinthian, plastic-tiled halls, and just reaching the front doors, another Glorp, and the weight slowed him down a bit, throwing off his balance. He burst through the doors, not caring about checking out for being sick or anything. He didn't even care if anyone noticed.

As he jumped down over the last two steps out the front of the school, it happened again, another GLORP, louder this time, and his belly swelling almost twice as much as it had been.

"What the hell is happening to me?!" he hissed as he ran, barely enough breath to keep him moving. He had to shove his hands under the mass of fat and heft it up, He was almost three times his own width now, the mass centralized around his flabby abdomen.  
Praising the skies, he nearly broke down his front door, the growing having let off at least for the moment. Heading up the stairs to his room, he began to slow down, wheezing, and almost crying, unable to take his eyes off the huge blob of fat that was his belly.  
Half-heartedly slamming his door shut, he began stripping off his painfully tiny clothing, the seams all but groaning at the release from his mass.

Jimmy collapsed onto his bed in a sitting position, staring at himself in the mirror across from his bed, still panting, feeling the cool air against his warm and sweaty skin.  

What had been a belly about the size of a basketball six hours earlier was now the size of a modest beachball, attached to the scrawny body of an 18 year old boy. His arms and lower legs, neck and chest, all of it hadn't put on any weight, only the very central part of his lower torso had taken the brunt of this transformation.

Jimmy began in horror to explore it, the smooth, lightly haired expanse of his gargantuan belly. It was so soft to the touch, so warm and comforting.  It was almost as if he were hugging a huge pillow in front of himself, he half mused, as he continued to all out grab and jiggle the fat.  

He moaned as he squeezed both of his arms around the ball, squishing into it.  
This was going to be so hard to explain.  He could barely form a coherent thought in his wonderment.  And then

Glorp.