Matthew's Easter (Patreon)

Note: This is a story-prompt for Amara Rose. Spin-Off of Matthew.

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It was an early morning late in March that Matthew awoke to an odd sensation at the top of his head. Yawning, he got out of bed and trudged over to his bedroom mirror. After rubbing his eyes, he gazed blearily at his reflection. Then he blinked. “What the…?” Matthew was suddenly unsure of whether or not he was still sleeping. His hands slowly slid up to the top of his head, his fingers exploring the…fluffy protrusions. His stomach gurgled in the meantime.

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Deeming it best not to think too much about things, Matthew went down to breakfast, as he was feeling ravenously hungry that morning. He hardly noticed the way his family members stared, Kimberly having forgotten the spoon of oatmeal halfway to her mouth.

Matthew took the available seat at the head of the table, where he hungrily dug into the plate of eggs and bacon waiting for him.

“What’s with the rabbit ears?” said Brian, his voice muffled by food.

The aforementioned ears twitched.

“Huh?” responded Matthew, playing dumb.

“You have bunny ears!” Hannah declared.

Harrison had simply raised an eyebrow as he sipped his coffee.

“How delightfully festive of you, darling.” Diane’s smile was uncertain.

Festive…right… Matthew stomach released another embarrassing gurgling noise, this time accompanied by a twisting discomfort deep in his gut. Matthew dropped his fork and grimaced, one of his newly-sprouted rabbit ears folding over. His family gasped as they watched.

“Bathroom,” Matthew grunted in explanation before he sprang up and ran into the nearest bathroom. He locked himself inside then leaned back on the door, groaning as he folded his arms against his flat stomach, which was still bubbling and twisting, a sense of bloated tension growing within it.

“Fuuhhhh…” Matthew moaned as his skin tightened. And to his shock, his abdomen started to tent outwards, as though something was pushing out from within. But things didn’t stop there. It rounded and grew, steadily getting fuller and fatter, his T-shirt stretching and sliding upwards as Matthews gut sprung out in a sizable beer-belly. It gurgled some more, shivering a bit as Matthew grunted, feeling nauseous.

Matthew tried to catch his breath as he waited, but the strange episode seemed to have settled. Weird fucking morning, he thought to himself as he opened the door again, stumbling a little as he made his way back towards the kitchen. His hands cupped his belly, and he was stunned by how round it suddenly was. He almost looked as though he was pregnant.

This time when Matthew entered, his whole family froze.

“What in the world…” said Diane, staring at the inches of bloated flesh sticking out beneath Matthew’s shirt.

Matthew absently tugged at the shirt hem. His stomach felt uncomfortably tight and warm, still lurching at times. He made to sit back down, the motion causing pressure to peak in his navel. He yelped as belly button popped outwards, and he quickly straightened, but his belly button did not retract. If anything, the pressure inside of him was only intensifying.

“What the fuck,” said Brian.

“Language,” Harrison reprimanded.

“I don’t feel so good…” managed Matthew, clutching his belly as it quivered and groaned. His insides churned, both his bunny ears flopping down over his face. “Mom, what the hell did you put in those eggs?”

“Harrison cooked this morning.” Diane frowned, glancing at her husband then back at Matthew. “Maybe we should take you to the doctor—”

“ERRRGHHHHH!” Matthew cried as the pressure shot up profoundly. His belly practically bounced outwards by inches, and he had to grip the back of the chair to keep from collapsing. He leaned on the table, bending forward as his belly grew in pulses, rounder and fatter, unbearably tight, lurching and pushing until the pressure made him feel like he would split in two. In only seconds, a mound the size of a basketball was pushing entirely out from beneath his shirt.

“Holy crap!” Diane squawked.

“Nngghh…” Matthew groaned, feeling as though he could do just that. Maybe this was just indigestion or gas or— “Ohhh…” Something was coming. Fuck, he was gonna shit himself! Matthew’s hole burned as something huge started to stretch him, to the point that his eyes were starting to water. He staggered toward the bathroom, but it was too late. Something popped out!

Matthew reached behind him, finding something very…hard and firm, sitting in the back of his pants. He slowly retrieved it, and found himself looking at…a…

“An easter egg!?” said Kimberly in bafflement.

The egg dropped out of Matthew’s hand as his belly gurgled again. He whimpered as his stomach tightened and trembled, then started swelling even more. Several more eggs shot out of him in quick succession, so many that the back of his sweatpants started to sag. Matthew feebly gripped onto his waistband, trying to hold it up, all the while his belly inflating. He looked as though he was pregnant with quints!

Harrison had retrieved the egg on the floor. “It’s full of candy,” the man remarked, looking unsure of whether this was a good or bad thing.

“Can we eat it?” said Hannah in morbid fascination.

“Better not.”

Matthew groaned as his belly continued to surge up with eggs, until he collapsed to his knees beneath the weight of it, clutching at the hot, pulsing orb, his bunny ears twitching frantically. The eggs started spilling out of his pants, scattering around him.

“This is kinda fucked up,” Brian remarked. He retried an egg of his own, finding it to be full of milk chocolate.

The End