Okay, this is my first time trying this but here goes:
Steve groaned as he shoved the last bite down his throat. He was stuffed! His gut stuck far out and he was surrounded by crumbs. But then he heard a call "Steve, dinners ready!"
"Oh god" he thought, "I can't take another bite" but he proceeded to walk slowly down the stairs anyway.
He walked into the kitchen, his mother not even glancing at his protruding stomach. "I made your favourite, Spaghetti!" His mother beamed.
There was no way he could pass down Spaghetti, his favourite meal, so he sat and began to dish. Despite not being even slightly hungry, he still put a lot on his plate. "See, I knew you would like it!" His mother smiled. He put the first forkful into his mouth and almost moaned in delight. He loved the soft, tomatoey texture and taste of spaghetti, and once he started, he couldn't stop. Soon the first plate was cleared, and immediately he went for more, not noticing his belly stretching out more and more. "A second plate! I knew you were hungry" He smiled at his mum whilst gulping down countless meatballs. After a third plate, he stopped and eyed his stomach. It was huge! He was truly stuffed now. But then he saw his favourite dessert, Apple pie and ice cream. "I'm sure I could fit a little more in" he pondered and grabbed a fork.
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Stuffed //
General FictionSome weird stuff I wrote one-time WARNING: CONTAINS BELLY STUFFING AND HOMOSEXUALITY.//IF YOU DON'T LIKE DON'T READ! //Quite a few grammatical errors but oh well.//
