The Experiment

Chapter 2:

Spike awoke two hours after the feast, but for some odd reason, he had no idea it had happened. He was in his bed as usual when his stomach gave an unearthly growl.

"Ok ok! Hold on just one second tummy!" Spike said, stroking his large stomach as he spoke.

"You'll get breakfast in just a second."

He struggled to sit up, as his tummy

Gurgled and jiggled with the pressure. "Hang in there!" He told his hungry stomach affectionately. After about five minutes of struggling, Spike finally was able to sit up and hoist himself over the rim of his basket. As he contemplated what he was going to get for breakfast, he suddenly remembered he had a date with Rarity. He immediately went over to the small trunk he kept against the wall that held his few accessories and special belongings, including his most prized possession; a picture of Rarity. He grabbed his neatly ironed suit that was lying by his basket and began to put it on. The pants fit on ok until they reached his waist, which had grown considerably since the experiment started. He struggled to squeeze them over his jiggling and complaining stomach for a good five minutes, then sucked in his breath as much as he could and slid them on. He slowly eased out his breath and, hearing the popping of a few threads, relaxed. His pants bit uncomfortably into his waistline, giving him a muffin top that stretched a good 2 inches out in front of him.  After this struggle, he took on his button-down shirt. Again, this was fine until he got to the part of buttoning it over his stomach. All that stood in his way was a pile of jiggling, sloshing blubber erupting from his midsection. He did manage to button up the shirt whilst sucking in as before, but their were ovals of jelly escaping in between the buttons. He slipped on his coat and did up his bow tie, then made his way downstairs and out the door.