>>32080809Three hours later, Jason was back at home, looking much more bloated than he did when he first went to the game. He moaned happily as his swollen midsection jerked and wobbled and shook with everybody inside it squirming and fighting for escape. Belching up a pair of sky blue panties, the blonde licked his lips as he reminisced the taste and flavor of the Sundale High cheerleaders. They each had their own distinct flavor, and they formed a great combination. Jason felt a hand press into his jostling gut, and looked to his left to see Ryla. The witch had an unimpressed look on her face. "This is why you're getting fat." She dryly said. After not being able to find him at his house, she knew exactly where to go to find him. Sure enough, he was right where she thought he'd be, and she carried him all the back to his home to rest.
"Sorry sis. You know I can't help myself around those girls." Jason said in an attempt to defend his actions. The young man was certainly a cheerleader addict. He'd go around to any sports game he could go to and gobbled up cheerleaders from both teams at once, and they weren't doing anything to help him lose weight. Ryla usually scorned him for his hypocritical behavior, since he constantly talked about wanting to slim his pudgy belly, but always going back on it and filling it with more fattening girls. This time was no exception. "You're just lucky no one has been able to find you out yet." Ryla states as she presses her hand into her brother's stomach, the flesh almost consuming it. Jason sighed and belched up a discarded skirt. "I'm sorry. Honestly." He said in his usual monotone voice. It made it hard for Ryla to understand if he was being serious or not. Figuring her guilt tripping him wasn't working, Ryla climbed up his tummy and laid on top of it, stretching out like a cat and snuggling the gurgling orb.
