Chomby hoisted himself into asitting position. He'd just listened to his favorite album on loop for the past three hours. All the while, he was watching his belly slowly expand outward. He'd been spending the past several times in control just listening to his favorite songs. "All this effort. I sure hope it works!"

Chomby turned off of the bed and stepped down on the ground with one foot at a time. He rocked his arms back and forth as he tried to get enough momentum to stand himself up. This was a lot more difficult than he'd anticipated, but it only made him blush. His belly was certainly big enough to cause difficulties getting out of bed. It was massive enough to be hard to look over when laying down, let alone see his paws when he stood up.

He finally managed to catch his footing and stood himself up. His belly slid off the bed and dropped downward. Chomby held his breath. Though it was only half a second, it felt like an eternity as he felt the mass drop past his thighs, then his knees, then his ankles... and finally.

Plap.

Chomby felt his lips almost curl into a smile. He took a few steps forward. His belly dragged along with him. "Oh my gosh. I did it!"

Chomby let out an exasperated laugh. "Ha! Ha! I did it! I can actually feel it dragging!" Chomby lifted his arms excitedly. "Sarge! Look! Look! I did it! I ACTUALLY did it!"

"Wow, congrats, Chomby," Sarge said through the headphones. "I can't even see your feet.... I mean it was hard to see them before, but now there's no way that's happening!"

"I know!" Chomby laughed. "I just feel so happy!"

"Been watching your belly grow, and I gotta say, you've gotten very, very, VERY fat!" Sarge teased. "Not gonna lie, I think it's cute seeing you so happy about this."

Chomby started lifting up his belly and letting it drop. He pushed it from side to side as well. Finally, he pressed down on it as hard as he could. No matter how he played with it, it squished inward a LOT. "Oh gosh, it's so soft!"

"What's next?" Sarge asked.

"I think I'm gonna do a little dance!" Chomby attempted to lift his legs up and kick at the air, but he ended up kicking his belly. He almost lost his balance but managed to save himself with the sheer weight of his belly. "Oh... uh... I guess I can't?"

"That a problem?" Sarge asked.

"Yeah, I guess?" Chomby's eyes widened. "Wait, if I'm this fat... how am I supposed to perform?!"

"Ahhhh, there we go." Sarge chuckled. "I was waiting for you to make that conclusion."
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"You KNEW?!" Chomby's cheeks ran hot with embarrassment. "You knew this would happen to me?"

"Chomby...." Sarge's said sternly.

"S-sorry." Chomby put a hand to his cheek. He felt its softness compress under his fingers. "I'm just... wow. I really didn't think this through."

"You're a little more brash when it comes to planning things, to be fair." Sarge's voice returned to being cheerful. "You were just so determined, I didn't wanna stop you!"

"But what do I do?" Chomby frowned. "How do I get rid of this thing? It's massive!"

"It is very massive. I love it." Sarge snickered. "I think you could ask Squandered, though he may have the same opinion as me. This big belly really suits you! And you put SO much effort into it, too."

"Oh... heck." Chomby's cheeks flushed even hotter. "I... suppose I should give Squandered a call."

"Yes, you should."

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Just a silly little thing I drew for myself. Chomby had a secret goal of getting so fat that his belly would drag against the floor when he was standing or walking. He was so happy to finally make it to that point that he didn't think of the consequences that came with it.

Self-inflicted for sure, but definitely very cute. I love this kinda scenario! <3

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Chomby/Sarge/Art/Story ©  pikminpedia Me

Squandered (Mentioned) ©  squanderedmilk