Belly Inflation

Joanna made her way down the street toward the tattoo parlour hurriedly, unable to wait for whatever bauble or trinket she desired today. The enormous burden and magnitude of her gargantuan stomach didn’t slow her down at all thanks to the effects of the weightlessness tattoo located on the lower left hand side of her belly, although the size and scale of it certainly disrupted the traffic on the sidewalk, as she made her way through the Saturday morning throngs of shoppers she smashed them aside with the vast bulk of her abdomen.

I anxiously licked my lips, for what I was I going to be doing once I arrived home from school. Anxiously sat in class after class, wishing the clock would tick faster. Impatiently staring at the clock in each classroom I went with a glare that could kill someone. Nervously stretch my hands throughout class. Eat my lunch with no care at all; hoping it could get my mind of what I wanted to do so badly after school. The seconds inched closer and closer until the final bell of the day rang. It rang so loud I thought I was hearing a joyous melody.