Victor’s stomach felt strange, it had been grumbling the whole day and it was a good thing he worked at home considering the noise got louder and loudly each time. It was so strange, it didn’t hurt it just got annoying. He tried eating but it didn’t help in anyway. Giving a sigh as he sat there at his laptop, he typed away while trying to ignore the grumbling of his stomach. The orange haired young man could hardly concentrate with the ruckus of his stomach and then he felt it, it felt like something...no...his stomach felt pushed out! Glancing down, his eyes went wide as he saw his stomach push out!
“What the...?!” Victor questioned as his stomach continued to grow.
That wasn’t the only thing that was changing. Getting up as fast as he could, he grabbed his cellphone and went into the bathroom. Looking at his reflection, his confusion only grew as he took in his appearance. His skin was turning a creamish hue and his blue eyes over took the white of his eyes, leaving his pupils slitted like those of a reptile. His orange hair remained the same though his ears elongated and poor Victor’s eyes were just wide. However while he was distracted by his changing appearance, he hadn’t looked back down at his stomach and he felt something on himself bump against the side of the sink. Looking down, it was revealed to be his stomach.
His stomach was bigger....much bigger; and getting bigger with each second. It was the size of a basketball!! What the hell was going on?!! That was it. Looking down at the cellphone, he started to dial the number of his mother. She always knew what to do when crazy stuff happened to him and while it made more sense to call 911, he felt it was best to hold it off for a moment. After all...his mother knew what to do often. He just had to hope that she had her phone on for a change and that he didn’t get voicemail. As the cellphone rang, he tried to ignore his growing stomach, though that was getting harder as he felt the weight increase with his growing size and the tightening of his shirt over the ball. The sound of the phone clicking as the ringing stopped pulled his attention away from the growing discomfort.
“Mom?” Victor asked, his voice shaky as he was now looking in the mirror and his nose was now more animal like and was black.
“Victor? What’s going on?” the femmine voice of his mother questioned.
“I think....I think something’s seriously wrong with me. VERY wrong.”