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The size is the limit Pt. 3

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 When Rob got to the bar, he went straight in and sat at the long bar. He ordered a beer. And soon, his one beer turned into two, then three, then four, then six, then eight, then eleven, and finally fourteen. His belly felt stuffed to the brim with the drink. He then felt light headed and went to the restroom as fast as he could. After heaving a couple of times, he walked over to the restroom mirror. He noticed something he had seen today. His belly. This time, it was slightly bigger than it was when he had noticed it at the coffee shop. He thought it was just a mind trick, but it wasn't. After he had gotten home, he was amazed he hadn't been pulled over for DUI. He walked into his room and passed out on his bed. Almost as soon as he passed out, he began dreaming. In his dream, he imagined he was at home. He was in the same attire he was in when he went to the interview. As he sat on his bed, he looked at his belly. It looked normal. But then something strange befell him. It began to inflate. Slow at first and soon was begining to fill his dress shirt to the max point. When it did, he felt pleasured (sexually). He began to rub and feel his swollen gut as it had reached the max point that his shirt's buttons would allow. And that's when it began to grow again. This time, his belly started stretching the button's thread that held it in. Oddly enough, his gut didn't hurt from it growing. As it continued to grow, the buttons were straining at their joints. The side seams began to split. And then, one by one, his buttons flew off. "Uuuugh, so full", he uttered. He stood up as the inflation continued. His belly wouldn't stop inflating and growing and expanding. He then noticed he had a hard on. It too began growing along with his belly. Within minutes, his belly was the size of a desk chair. And that's when Rob woke up from his pleasant dream. He looked down at his slightly normal sized belly. But he did have an erection from the dream. "That was wierd", he said to himself. He walked over to the window and looked up into the stary night sky. Either it was himself or the beer talking, but when he saw a shooting star, he said this "I wish, that I could control how big my belly got to be, and that no matter the size, it wouldn't hurt". Then, a peculiar thing happened. Rob, passed out again. Except this time, he didn't dream. [To be continued]
Rob has a whale of a belly sized dream after a night of heavy drinking at a bar. What's to become of him?
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