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“Dude! Dude! You’ll never guess what happened to me today!” Nathan said, kicking the door open and meeting his two, Trent and McBarter in the living room, catching them in the middle of their wicked GTA V gameplay sessions.

“What happened, Nate?” asked McFarter, “wait-”
“Where have you been, bro?” asked Trent.

“Well, I was at the Doctor’s Office, you know, to get my dick reduction surgery.” Nate explained, beginning his story.

“Hey Congrats, man,” said Trent.

“Thanks, bro.” Nathan replied before continuing his story, “Anyway, I was at the Doctor’s Office, bored out of my freaking mind, right? So I grab magazines and start about this player who got caught having sex with this six-”

“We don’t need all the details, Nate.” Interrupted McBarter, “Just skip to the interesting part.”

“Oh, McFisherPrice! What the fuck?” said Nathan, insulted by McFartface’s (“hey!”) interruption, “I’m trying to tell a story here! You never saw me interrupt you whenever you told your stupid, boring ass stories about your life-saving heart transplant, right?” he asked McBarter who sat there in silence, insulted, “No! So shut the fuck up!”

“Hey man, let’s get on with the story,” said Trent, trying to break up this argument, “We’re kind busy with this game.”

“You’re right, my bad bro,” apologized Nathan, “Anyway, I was reading this article when I noticed, from the corner of my eye, this woman walk in. And man, the body on this woman. I swear she had the curves bro.”

“You mean... her boobs?” asked Trent, intrigued.

“No, you perverted Piece of Shit,” responded Nathan calmly, “I’m talking curves in the more prominent area. You know what I’m talking about, her middle.” He said, raising his brows.

“Oh, you mean her... stomach?” said Trent.
“Her... midriff?” said McBarter.

“That’s right boys, her torso.” He confirmed, “And might I add, she was huge, bigger than big! There was this pregnant chick sitting near her, as if life demanded a size comparison for us to make, and dude... she dwarfed the pregnant chick!”

“They prefer the term ‘little people’” corrected McBarter.

‘Dude... Shut up,” said Nathan, “Anyway yeah, she was huge, she probably ate a buffet and a half with the size of her gut.”

“Probably from that new restaurant “A Buffet and a Half”, right?” Trent added.

“Yeah!” Nathan agreed, “And she must have been in extreme discomfort from all the food that she ate because when she came in she was all groaning and moaning, almost like watching a porno, except everyone had the stomach flu.” McBarter reacted with a “Eww.” “Yeah, but it wasn’t as nasty, kinda hot actually,” he chuckled, lost in thought.

“Nate!” Trent called, snapping him out of it.

“Right, anyway, yeah!” he began again, shaking his head, “She was like also really paranoid because she also called out like “Augh! Somebody get me doctor”” he quoted, clutching an imaginary ball in front of him, “This was how she was, by the way, anyway, “Get me a doctor, I’m gonna explode!” and it made everyone anxious.”

“Holy crap!” Trent said, eyes bugging out.
“Did she explode?” asked McBarter, startled by the climax of this story.

“I’m getting to it, hold on!” Nathan assured. “Anyway, it certainly did look like she was! She walked up to the receptionist, which was right by me actually, and as she walked by, I could hear nasty noises coming from her huge stomach. Sounded like a humpback whale getting stabbed in the neck! It was gross.” He shivered a bit. “And she waddled slowly so I was hearing her gut make these noises for like a good second or two, yuck! You have no idea how disgusting it sounded. Like a tractor slowly rolling over decayed bones. Like metal bars being pushed down by the hairy ass of a-”

“We get it!” interrupted Trent sharply, trying to hold back puke, “Just get on with the rest of the story!”

“Sorry dude,” Nathan apologized again, “Anyway, disgusting noise looking like an overfilled balloon aside, she was massive and obviously fed more than she should’ve eaten and begging the receptionist to let see her doctor. And from the Doctor’s office he emerged, Dr. Stuffington!”

“THE Dr. Stuffington?” asked McBarter, shocked.
“The famous son of the great, late Mr. Bellymont Stuffington? Famed owner of the BellyBump Theatre? Who died during one of his famed Food Eating Contest when a chick exploded, causing a column to collapse and crush him, splattering him across the floor and causing his wife to go into an intense depressed state, leaving the Theatre to be managed by their daughter?” asked Trent.
“Jesus Christ, Trent”

“Yes, the very same!” confirmed Nathan, “He went and took the woman to his office, carefully might I add. Almost as if he was managing a freshly laid, frail egg of an ostrich, or some bird the lays giant eggs, I don’t know. A T-rex maybe? Anyway, he sat her down on her table and everyone just went and peeked in to see what will happen. We just all huddled around the door frame, squeezing just to take a peek.”

“Including you?” asked Trent, curious, more invested in the story than in the video game.

“Of course! I was right up front! You know how I am with the unnatural events, Trent.” Nathan pointed out, Trent and McBarter nodding in agreement. “Anyway, there she was sitting, her giant, overfed midriff between her and the doctor, making nasty noises, I think I remember them getting louder. Anyway, the doctor was studying the gut, feeling it here and there. On the top and bottom, lifting to feel its weight and pressing down on it. He was studying that belly like crazy! Observing everything down to the very last stretchmark, which by the way, it was covered in it. Once he exposed the gut from its confines, it looked like an overinflated zebra. It was crazy, the gut was reacting all crazy. She was clearly not enjoying all the things the doctor was doing to her gut, it was probably making it worse”

“Oh damn,” commented McBarter, “Did you say something?”

“I wanted to, but I didn’t want to interrupt his work. What do I know about overfed women, I didn’t take the classes.” Nathan responded a bit agitated, “So, after all the feeling and prodding and maaaybe upsetting the stomach, he took out his stethoscope and placed on the belly.”

“Oooh, was it cold?” cringed Trent, just imagining the icy, metallic touch of those infernal intruments.

“It must have been ice because it sent a horrible shiver all across her body, made wobble like a water balloon... filled with meat or... something, what I’m getting at is I think this doctor was making a lot mistakes”

“So than what happened?” asked Trent, leaning over the couch, listening, McBarter behind him with open ears.

“Well, after all that happen, her stomach looks like a big ol’ red balloon stuck on a tank and the woman asks the doctor like “Doctor...” umm” he rethinks the dialog, posing with a hand on his forehead, recreating the scene, “She goes, “doctor, will I make it in time? Can I survive this?” she asks him, right? And the doctor is all serious and such, he tells her “I’m sorry mam, but you only have 10 seconds before it explodes!””

“Holy crap!” they both yell in unison, they mouth left agape.

“Yeah! And we’re all freaking out, talking among each other, asking if there’s anything we can do. Some get nervous and run out while others call an ambulance or a janitor or the cops. Everyone is doing their own thing. But as all that is happening, within three seconds the woman starts moaning in pain and we see with a gut that’s clearly bigger than before.” He explains, stretching his arms as if to hug a huge globe, “Now at this point we’re all frozen in shock and this weirdo gets the idea of counting it down, he starts at 5 and starts counting down, 4 3 2 and everyone starts leaving in a hurry but not me, because you know me, I gotta see this through, I like to see the ending to any story.” He explans his reasoning, his friends nodding, knowing their friend too well. “So yeah, he gets to 1 and he covers his ears and yells zero, like loudly “Zero!” like that. And it’s all silent, nothing happen. We notice the chick is still in one piece.”

“So she didn’t explode?” asked McBarter.

“Actually, the guy was a few seconds off. She was in one piece but she was still growing and within a couple a seconds she disappeared in this loud ass explosion, tossing this disgusting gunk all over the place, thankfully it didn’t reach me, I was far enough away.” Nathan said, “The doctor was mysteriously gone, or buried under the mess, I don’t know, I left after all that mess happened, but it pretty intense.”

“Wow” was all McBarter could muster up.

“Yup, that’s my story,” Nathan concluded, “of my trip to the doctor’s office.”

“Cool,” Trent praised, “That was a cool story, bro.”

“Thanks.”

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“Dude! Dude! You’ll never guess what happened to me today!” Nathan said, kicking the door open and meeting his two, Trent and McBarter in the living room, catching them in the middle of their wicked GTA V gameplay sessions.

“What happened, Nate?” asked McFarter, “wait-”
“Where have you been, bro?” asked Trent.

“Well, I was at the Doctor’s Office, you know, to get my dick reduction surgery.” Nate explained, beginning his story.

“Hey Congrats, man,” said Trent.

“Thanks, bro.” Nathan replied before continuing his story, “Anyway, I was at the Doctor’s Office, bored out of my freaking mind, right? So I grab magazines and start about this player who got caught having sex with this six-”

“We don’t need all the details, Nate.” Interrupted McBarter, “Just skip to the interesting part.”

“Oh, McFisherPrice! What the fuck?” said Nathan, insulted by McFartface’s (“hey!”) interruption, “I’m trying to tell a story here! You never saw me interrupt you whenever you told your stupid, boring ass stories about your life-saving heart transplant, right?” he asked McBarter who sat there in silence, insulted, “No! So shut the fuck up!”

“Hey man, let’s get on with the story,” said Trent, trying to break up this argument, “We’re kind busy with this game.”

“You’re right, my bad bro,” apologized Nathan, “Anyway, I was reading this article when I noticed, from the corner of my eye, this woman walk in. And man, the body on this woman. I swear she had the curves bro.”

“You mean... her boobs?” asked Trent, intrigued.

“No, you perverted Piece of Shit,” responded Nathan calmly, “I’m talking curves in the more prominent area. You know what I’m talking about, her middle.” He said, raising his brows.

“Oh, you mean her... stomach?” said Trent.
“Her... midriff?” said McBarter.

“That’s right boys, her torso.” He confirmed, “And might I add, she was huge, bigger than big! There was this pregnant chick sitting near her, as if life demanded a size comparison for us to make, and dude... she dwarfed the pregnant chick!”

“They prefer the term ‘little people’” corrected McBarter.

‘Dude... Shut up,” said Nathan, “Anyway yeah, she was huge, she probably ate a buffet and a half with the size of her gut.”

“Probably from that new restaurant “A Buffet and a Half”, right?” Trent added.

“Yeah!” Nathan agreed, “And she must have been in extreme discomfort from all the food that she ate because when she came in she was all groaning and moaning, almost like watching a porno, except everyone had the stomach flu.” McBarter reacted with a “Eww.” “Yeah, but it wasn’t as nasty, kinda hot actually,” he chuckled, lost in thought.

“Nate!” Trent called, snapping him out of it.

“Right, anyway, yeah!” he began again, shaking his head, “She was like also really paranoid because she also called out like “Augh! Somebody get me doctor”” he quoted, clutching an imaginary ball in front of him, “This was how she was, by the way, anyway, “Get me a doctor, I’m gonna explode!” and it made everyone anxious.”

“Holy crap!” Trent said, eyes bugging out.
“Did she explode?” asked McBarter, startled by the climax of this story.

“I’m getting to it, hold on!” Nathan assured. “Anyway, it certainly did look like she was! She walked up to the receptionist, which was right by me actually, and as she walked by, I could hear nasty noises coming from her huge stomach. Sounded like a humpback whale getting stabbed in the neck! It was gross.” He shivered a bit. “And she waddled slowly so I was hearing her gut make these noises for like a good second or two, yuck! You have no idea how disgusting it sounded. Like a tractor slowly rolling over decayed bones. Like metal bars being pushed down by the hairy ass of a-”

“We get it!” interrupted Trent sharply, trying to hold back puke, “Just get on with the rest of the story!”

“Sorry dude,” Nathan apologized again, “Anyway, disgusting noise looking like an overfilled balloon aside, she was massive and obviously fed more than she should’ve eaten and begging the receptionist to let see her doctor. And from the Doctor’s office he emerged, Dr. Stuffington!”

“THE Dr. Stuffington?” asked McBarter, shocked.
“The famous son of the great, late Mr. Bellymont Stuffington? Famed owner of the BellyBump Theatre? Who died during one of his famed Food Eating Contest when a chick exploded, causing a column to collapse and crush him, splattering him across the floor and causing his wife to go into an intense depressed state, leaving the Theatre to be managed by their daughter?” asked Trent.
“Jesus Christ, Trent”

“Yes, the very same!” confirmed Nathan, “He went and took the woman to his office, carefully might I add. Almost as if he was managing a freshly laid, frail egg of an ostrich, or some bird the lays giant eggs, I don’t know. A T-rex maybe? Anyway, he sat her down on her table and everyone just went and peeked in to see what will happen. We just all huddled around the door frame, squeezing just to take a peek.”

“Including you?” asked Trent, curious, more invested in the story than in the video game.

“Of course! I was right up front! You know how I am with the unnatural events, Trent.” Nathan pointed out, Trent and McBarter nodding in agreement. “Anyway, there she was sitting, her giant, overfed midriff between her and the doctor, making nasty noises, I think I remember them getting louder. Anyway, the doctor was studying the gut, feeling it here and there. On the top and bottom, lifting to feel its weight and pressing down on it. He was studying that belly like crazy! Observing everything down to the very last stretchmark, which by the way, it was covered in it. Once he exposed the gut from its confines, it looked like an overinflated zebra. It was crazy, the gut was reacting all crazy. She was clearly not enjoying all the things the doctor was doing to her gut, it was probably making it worse”

“Oh damn,” commented McBarter, “Did you say something?”

“I wanted to, but I didn’t want to interrupt his work. What do I know about overfed women, I didn’t take the classes.” Nathan responded a bit agitated, “So, after all the feeling and prodding and maaaybe upsetting the stomach, he took out his stethoscope and placed on the belly.”

“Oooh, was it cold?” cringed Trent, just imagining the icy, metallic touch of those infernal intruments.

“It must have been ice because it sent a horrible shiver all across her body, made wobble like a water balloon... filled with meat or... something, what I’m getting at is I think this doctor was making a lot mistakes”

“So than what happened?” asked Trent, leaning over the couch, listening, McBarter behind him with open ears.

“Well, after all that happen, her stomach looks like a big ol’ red balloon stuck on a tank and the woman asks the doctor like “Doctor...” umm” he rethinks the dialog, posing with a hand on his forehead, recreating the scene, “She goes, “doctor, will I make it in time? Can I survive this?” she asks him, right? And the doctor is all serious and such, he tells her “I’m sorry mam, but you only have 10 seconds before it explodes!””

“Holy crap!” they both yell in unison, they mouth left agape.

“Yeah! And we’re all freaking out, talking among each other, asking if there’s anything we can do. Some get nervous and run out while others call an ambulance or a janitor or the cops. Everyone is doing their own thing. But as all that is happening, within three seconds the woman starts moaning in pain and we see with a gut that’s clearly bigger than before.” He explains, stretching his arms as if to hug a huge globe, “Now at this point we’re all frozen in shock and this weirdo gets the idea of counting it down, he starts at 5 and starts counting down, 4 3 2 and everyone starts leaving in a hurry but not me, because you know me, I gotta see this through, I like to see the ending to any story.” He explans his reasoning, his friends nodding, knowing their friend too well. “So yeah, he gets to 1 and he covers his ears and yells zero, like loudly “Zero!” like that. And it’s all silent, nothing happen. We notice the chick is still in one piece.”

“So she didn’t explode?” asked McBarter.

“Actually, the guy was a few seconds off. She was in one piece but she was still growing and within a couple a seconds she disappeared in this loud ass explosion, tossing this disgusting gunk all over the place, thankfully it didn’t reach me, I was far enough away.” Nathan said, “The doctor was mysteriously gone, or buried under the mess, I don’t know, I left after all that mess happened, but it pretty intense.”

“Wow” was all McBarter could muster up.

“Yup, that’s my story,” Nathan concluded, “of my trip to the doctor’s office.”

“Cool,” Trent praised, “That was a cool story, bro.”

“Thanks.”