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Nobody had noticed anything different at the start of the day. After waking up from their designated rest time, most of the survivors headed to breakfast. Elliot served pizzas to everyone there with a smile on his face, per usual. The rounds seemingly started like they always did. But something new happened when Chance flipped his coin.
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Chance kept flipping his coin, the ping echoing in his ears. He was constantly scanning his surroundings, but what he didn't see was the slight swell of his gut. He eventually knelt beside a generator Noob was working on, missing the way his stomach brushed his thighs. Noob eyed him briefly, but they brushed it off as seeing things. When they finished the generator, Chance followed Noob, still flipping the coin. As the round kept going, he began to waddle slightly, still not noticing how his belly bulged outwards.
When the round ended, he was panting, visibly bloated. The other survivors stared at him, and only then did he begin realize what happened. "Chance, are you alright?" Guest 1337 asks, glancing at Chance's stomach. Chance follows Guest's gaze, and he blushes in shame. "I'm fine, don't worry about me." He says quickly, trying to shake it off. But it's harder for him to walk now. Infact, he nearly falls over, only for Shedletsky to catch him. Shedletsky guides him to the couch, inviting him to sit. He quickly obliges, still panting, belly resting on his lap. The other survivors start murmuring, casting glances at him. Usually he'd enjoy the attention, but this is just embarrassing. He tries to close his legs, but he just can't. Shedletsky hesitates before speaking, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh... pal, you sure you didn't eat somethin' weird before the round?" Chance shakes his head. "I only ate one slice for breakfast." Shedletsky thinks hard for a moment before speaking again. "Probably just the Spectre fooling around again. At least it'll go away... Hopefully."