![]() Nervous for reasons outside of the first date, oddly enough, I smiled nervously as the ironic and perhaps mildly cheesy idea I had in the car came to fruition. ![]() I did everything in my power to focus in on that singular event as I drove my parent's second car to her house to pick her up. This essentially made my capacity to eat theoretically limitless, but my brain still regulated when I was supposed to feel 'full.' In theory, one could ignore it if they tried hard enough, but at that point I saw no reason to.What I wanted to focus on was the date I had later that night. Anything I ate was introduced to my body at large, with the poly-carbonate converting it into energy for the most part, but keeping the food stored as add 'fat' to my physique while it processed it. Since my body worked fundamentally differently due to the introduction of the poly-carbonate, while I did have some regular aspects of the human anatomy like a throat, mouth, lungs, and the like, my stomach was a bit different. What I did mind was the information: I frankly just wanted to content myself with my oversized lunch, my massive frame getting a tad bigger as I munched. He is going to do something irrefutably dumb, and you'll just have to brace for impact, won't'cha pudgy?" Whacking the side of my rotund stomach with a fist, he chuckled as he nodded towards some of the jocks on the other end of the room whispering to each other over half-eaten lunches, sending dirty looks my way.I didn't mind Yuto play-mocking me by this point it was a back and forth, with me calling him 'scaley' without fail. Like the saying goes: no use crying about it. I remember Yuto's words like it was yesterday: "If Tristan has his pot stirred, he often just spills over, messy, stupid, spilled milk. And whenever Tristan got salty, he always planned to act on it in some way. ![]() He had apparently heard from all his usual sources even back then, the crafty little lizard-like boy was weaving webs like a spider.But something else was being talked about, something far more sinister that Yuto had caught wind of: Tristan Connors was salty. At least that is what my old childhood friend Yuto Kamiya, better known by the name Newt, told me at lunch that day. Most noticably, there was a lot of talk about me. The following school day was abuzz with jubilation and pride for the school as a whole, though there was also a lot of talk about the performances of the Team Captains. My capacity for disgust was greater than those who were disgusted by my appearance.But what kept it buried for so long was the finality I crafted following that night of the Wrestling Championship. As cheesy as that probably sounds, there was always a fire in my gut that raged at the thought of the people who put down others in my past, especially when it wasn't directed at me. It was just buried deep within my marshmallowy heart. All things considered, I had not fully let go of my anger regarding all the injustices I had faced in the past. All the talk of Playground Bullies by my new mentor had me pondering the school day following the Wrestling Championship. ![]() If this isn't your thing, kindly move along. WARNING: The following story contains unnatural weight gain, expansion, marshmallow-like transformation, sexual themes, and erotic language. ![]()
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