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During my early 20s and ever since starting T, my body has changed a lot in many ways. Starting as a skinny little boy, I slowly grew into a hairy dude with some pretty nice muscles, thanks to hitting the gym frequently. These changes boosted my confidence immensely, which resulted in me getting absolutely wasted at any local queer party in existence to celebrate finding myself and my life path. Of course, as I reached my mid 20s, all that regular partying took a toll on me, as life generally did. The hungover got more intense, sometimes leading to feeling nauseous on random days, my back hurt more often, and I seemed to have developed some stubborn indigestion issues, resulting in a bloated, bubbling belly. I just figured I had finally achieved a little beer gut (that blended in smoothly with my pecs) and went on with my life.

I was in the middle of an important job interview one day when a sudden muscle spasm made me flinch slightly. I got some surprised looks but played it off, hoping nobody would think anything of it. My belly slightly straining my button-up was already embarrassing enough for me. While I was answering questions with a professional smile, I absently rubbed my belly below the table, noticing how nice and calming it felt.

That's when I felt something like a tiny kick against the palm of my hand.

I froze and almost lost my words, but tried to keep going like nothing happened. But I was panicking on the inside. What the hell was that??

As the interview ended and everyone got up and shook hands, I felt it again, this time at a different spot. I searched for a nearby toilet and closed the cabin door behind me. As soon as i had unbuttoned my shirt to reveal my bloated middle, I felt it again - and this time, I saw it, too.

Something slightly poked my belly from the inside, causing the skin to form a tiny bump that quickly traveled across above my belly button before disappearing again.

Oh.

Oh no.