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The chins were in the way, but a hand dug into this particular fold, worming its way in, finally reaching the source of the problem.
A hard painful swelling had appeared between two of the bellies.
Hours had passed.
A bladder emptying session was necessary but there was little chance now of any vertical movement. For the past few weeks the body had more or less been encased within the confines of the couch and it looked as though there was no chance of getting off it.
The flesh wobbled once more, reaching out for a discarded plastic bottle, then undid the trousers, rummaging around the flesh to find the business end, finally uniting the two extremities before releasing the fluid.
As he leaned forward, the hard lump was now visible between the bellies. It seemed the painful swelling had grown. And now there was a second swelling.
It didn't matter; a previously opened party size bag of nachos beckoned. It had lain on the floor forgotten since yesterday. Or was it the day before...Time passed outside, but it stood still inside the room.
Or was it that time was passing more quickly? The swellings seemed to grow by the minute and the burning pain was now so intense that he threw a can of beer over them to sooth them. A strange slurping sound emanated from the area as the beer seemingly soaked into the lumps.
The puffed up hands hesitantly explored the region, then frantically rummaged about the many layers of flesh as the realization took hold.
Now there were many lumps, of varying degrees of size, hardness and pain. The largest of which had taken on a somewhat eerie shape.
But in the end the nachos proved more irresistible to be bothered by such things. What was one belly more or less, after all? It was liberating in a way, having completely lost any sense of vanity or health concerns.
He continued to munch and when he had finished he eventually dozed off. Then the breathing that had become so laboured in recent years slowly ground to a halt.
By now the flesh was entirely covered in swellings of every size. The large ones were now oozing a peculiarly sticky fluid and seemed to have a life of there own. They wriggled about like huge maggots; the skin had a membranous quality through which small corpulent blobs burst forth, slowly squirming, twisting and writhing out until the room was full of the creatures.
The guy in the red cap knew the routine. The pile of boxes was larger then usual this time
He opened the door and stepped into the usual wave of stale-smelling air, except this time there was an odd whiff to it.
"Still going through that pizza phase?" he said as he approached the room. The whiff was now an overwhelming stench.
The guy in the red cap ran out into the street and threw up violently before screaming his head off.
And the room was full of podgy mini men, still slimy from their birth gambolling around the television; their progenitor having wasted away to nothing in a festering mess.
THE END.