Stretching Consequences pt 4 (Patreon)

... Maybe that was a mistake.

Oh gods, it’s been a week now. I can barely move. I have to literally roll out of bed in the morning, my gut sloshing and heaving like a boulder stuffed with food. True to the witch’s word, I haven’t been able to get rid of anything I ate. It all sits in side of me, groaning, glorping, gurgling. I press my trotter into it and it sinks in like a water mattress.

Even if I weren’t having trouble physically moving around, the idea of going outside has been less and less tempting. I know there’s nothing I can do about my condition inside, and that the constant take-out orders aren’t exactly helping things, but how can I step outside like this? Even squeezing through the doorway is a challenge! I’m steadily running out of options.