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Chapter 30 by Entertainer1891

To leave the stadium? Or stay and have some fun?

To go and find some food

Your big belly rumbled loudly like a monster was living inside of it. With your meaty hands you gave it big thumps which made you launch a big belch towards the crowd that hit them like a storm, throwing almost everyone of their seats. You laughed loudly with your now incredibly deep voice before you chuckled..."I really enjoyed becoming a sumo champ, but now its time to get some dinner!". With your silo thighs you started to waddle your way forward towards the exit, each step stomped hard into the ground with your new powerful weight which left huge cracks in the floor without. The place shook with every steps and the crowd almost had to hold on to something to prevent themselves to fall to the ground from the quakes.

As you got to the stance with the exit in front of you, you realized that youll never fit through the tiny doorway. "Hehe, I guess I'm a bit too big for this stadium now. But Im hungry and I want my food now!". With your big powerful arms you heaved up your truck sized gut with your hands and shook it voilently. The sound of groaning and gurgling inside your gut increased as you shook it more and more. A big smile was building up on your face before you cheeks puffed up like puffer fish and you realeased the biggest belch mankind has ever heard.

With all your **** you belched towards the stance with such **** which caused the concrete to crack and dent, chairs flew away like paper in the wind and people where thrown to the ground and pushed against the foundation. After the belch you moaned deeply from how you admired your own powerful gas and the destruction it had caused. The people in the crowd had after a while gotten up to their feet again with stunning and frightening looks on their faces. Once again you grinned at them..."Step aside folks dont stand between a big man and his food!".

Your thundering steps began as you were approaching closer to the stance once more and your massive frame started to cast a large shadow over some rows as your titanic gut came swaying towards. People fled for their lives but you didnt care, you were too hungry to give a shit about these puny people around you. Your gut slammed against the already cracked stance. You could feel it crack under your mighty weight as you kept forcing your way through. Repeatedly you slammed it against the foundation around the tiny exit. After a while you had created yourself a new exit big enough to heave your mass through as you stepped out from the arean into the hallway...Where do you wan to eat?

The food court in the stadium? A buffet area nearby?

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