Request by PainterRulez1269, the ending sucks, sorry.
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"This is bullshit." Michael mumbled as he sat down at a cloth covered table, "Don't be an ass Michael." Calum scolded and a woman with curly brown hair entered the room. She had rings on most of her fingers, she had a golden headband with golden tassels on it, and she had way too much makeup on in Michael's opinion. "Hi Michael." She smiled as she sat down, holding a deck of cards. "I didn't even told you my name." Michael stated, "I know." She smirked and Michael's belly growled loudly, making him blush. He put his hands on his empty tummy and the woman looked at him, "Sorry, I'm pretty hungry." He blushed and she snickered. "What do you see?" She asked as she put a card down infront of him, "Black Ace of Spades." He stated and then she flipped it over, placing another card next to it. "Red Jack of Hearts." Michael stated and she flipped that over, "Now flip them over." She stated and he flipped them over, seeing the cards were both a red King of Spades. "What?!" He gasped, "How did you do that?" She quirked an eyebrow, "You flipped them over." She shrugged, "Well I didn't turn them into the King of Spades!" He exclaimed. "My work here is done." She smirked and stood up, "What? I paid 50 bucks for a hypnosis and I didn't get it." Michael scolded, "Just wait Michael." She smirked before walking away. Michael scoffed and walked out the door, Calum following him. "That was complete bullshit, she didn't even do anything but a fucking magic trick." Michael complained as they walked inside the house, he heard Luke ringing that stupid bell Ashton bought him as a joke it says "Ring for sex" and it gets really annoying, but when Michael heard the ring, he suddenly felt like he hadn't eaten in weeks. "I'm gonna go out." Michael rushed out before grabbing his keys, driving to a nearby buffett. His belly was growling the entire time he was driving and he went straight inside, paying for himself and then immediately filling his plate with mac and cheese, mashed potatoes with gravy, and fried chicken before sitting down. He sat in the corner of the restaurant so he could avoid the staring from random strangers as he stuffed himself with fatty foods, his belly swelling up as he swallowed bite after bite, he filled plate after plate and his belly was struggling to digest it all, his belly was being squished by his jeans and belt that were begging to be opened, he swallowed the last of his 5th plate and his belt finally gave in, snapping open and his button popped off. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his belly, not even feeling the least bit full. He started eating a plate full of cheesecake, chocolate cake, and brownies, he could feel his belly growing and how big it was, but he wasn't anywhere near full. He swallowed the last piece of cake and leaned back in his chair, muffling a burp with his fist and he suddenly felt superstuffed, like he was gonna explode. He stood up and tried hiding his belly, but it was still noticeable with his large black coat. He left the restaurant and sat in his car, rubbing his beach ball belly as he drove, he ran inside and locked his bedroom door behind him, taking off his clothes so he was now just in boxers, he laid on his back on his bed and rubbed his bulging belly softly until he fell asleep.
