Chubby Comes Out of His Shell

Three weeks ago, I was a normal teenager.

I had friends, good grades and a life I could be happy with. Now I don't have any of that anymore.

My name is Akim, I'm fourteen years old and I'm fat. Not just a little bit fat, but the kind of fat you can't tell for sure if the person is standing in front of you or not. Respiratory failure fat. My parents don't recognize me anymore and my friends are too scared to even talk to me.

It all started when one of my friends invited me over for a sleepover at his house. His parents left him alone from Friday afternoon till Sunday morning, so we decided to watch movies, eat junk food and play video games until we passed out on the floor. That's what we did most nights anyway so it felt like nothing special was going to happen this time either. We were wrong though, very wrong indeed.

We ate pizza and burgers until our stomachs hurt, then played video games while we ate ice cream with our hands to wash the grease down. We were having such a good time that we forgot about how much we had eaten until around midnight. A few minutes after midnight, to be exact. At that point we all looked at each other in surprise and let out a collective "whoa". We were stuffed!

We tried lying on the couch again but it just wasn't possible anymore. Our bellies were touching the ground and when someone needed a drink they had to hold their arm straight up in order not to spill it on their shirts and pants. When someone got up from their seat the whole couch shook like an earthquake was happening under the cushions. It was pretty funny for a while and we laughed about it for about ten minutes before we realized that there was only one way out of this: We needed to go upstairs to sleep in the beds so that our bellies could decompress a little bit during the night.

The walk up the stairs was torturous! Every step caused every single muscle in our bodies to scream in pain and each step made us wiggle in agony like jello on steroids while trying not to fall down on our faces because that would mean hitting our bellies against the stairs ever so slightly harder... It really was quite entertaining though, especially since everyone kept yelling curses at each other whenever they slipped or fell down the stairs because they couldn't control their bodies anymore! It took us about thirty minutes but eventually we made it upstairs and crawled into bed, exhausted and totally spent.

The next morning, however, I woke up feeling surprisingly okay! My belly still felt like it was ready to explode but somehow I didn't feel terrible anymore! In fact I felt great! I bounced out of bed while my friends continued sleeping like dead people possessed by ghosts and walked downstairs as fast as my bloated body would allow me! The first thing I noticed when I reached the living room was that all my friends were still asleep - all except one who was looking at me with his mouth wide open in shock as if he could hardly believe his eyes!

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