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Mikio had set out an array of snacks and drinks to get him through the long night ahead. He had mountains of exams to grade and he was already so tired. He pulled one stack of exams toward himself before cracking open a soda. He took a long swig of the soft drink, the carbonation settling heavily in his stomach, and passed his eyes over the exam at the top of the pile.
He graded the first exam quickly, his stomach rumbling as he set it aside. The carbonation from the soda had only bloated his empty stomach, making him desperately hungry more than anything else. Without hesitation, he opened a bag of potato chips and shoved a salty handful into his mouth, and another, and another, and...
In his younger years, he could stuff himself with however much food he wanted and then immediately burn off whatever he’d eaten during his Megalobox training without issue. His life was much more sedentary now, his work kept him from the gym, and his previous habits in regard to nutrition had all been thrown out the window in favor of relatively unhealthy snacking.
Chips, candies, cookies, sugary drinks – Mikio caved to every one of his cravings nowadays but what really surprised him was the fact that he didn’t feel one bit guilty about indulging. Not even as he began to gain weight.
He had always had a great physique; the kind of body necessary for Megaloboxing. He had to be fit. He had to be muscular. But now, as a professor, his standards over his appearance had relaxed and his once cut physique had grown soft; especially, his stomach.
Mikio’s hand froze inside the now empty potato chip bag. He’d already blown through the entire thing and he hadn’t even graded the next exam yet! He sighed and felt his stomach rumble, the low sound it made prompting his hand in the potato chip bag to dart to his belly.
He reclined in the chair he was sitting in and gave his stomach a few brief loving rubs before lifting up the hem of his shirt. He contentedly peered down at his belly as it poked out over his pants and ran his hand over it again.
Mikio didn’t dislike his transformation. In fact, he felt quite the opposite. He loved his new form! He found comfort in the weight he had gained and his stomach wasn’t the only area of his body that had majorly changed.
His once hard pectoral muscles had long ago lost their shape, his once narrow hips had gotten wider, and his ass…Well, he could barely get his pants over his backside without maximum effort on his part!
Mikio continued to look down at himself and decided then on a whim that his belly was not nearly big enough for his liking. Impulsively, he pushed aside the stack of ungraded exams and reached over across the table, dragging toward himself a bag of sugar cookies. He tore open the bag and quickly dug in, pulling out a handful and bringing them to his mouth. He ate the few cookies he’d pulled, the sugar rush hitting him almost immediately, and as he continued to eat, his stomach grew little by little until it was plumply hanging over his pants.
By the time Mikio reached the end of the cookie bag, he was nearly at his limit. He slowly withdrew his hand from the now empty bag and licked the sugary crumbs off his fingertips before gulping down the soda he’d opened earlier. He felt his stomach expand just a tiny bit more and found himself feeling sated and doubly content with his body.
He pulled the ungraded exams back toward himself and got back to his work, one of his hands resting on his round belly the rest of the night.