Karl watched with envy at the men who had real bellies.
Even though he was bigger than some of the other twinks,
he promised himself that one day he would be able to cross the line
that kept the boys from the men.
One day he’d be a man with a real belly of his own.
His other little friends laughed at him. “We’ve been trying to gain weight
for years,” said Jimmy. “If we can’t grow real bellies why
do you think you can succeed where we’ve failed?”
“Oh, foolish little Karl,” sneered the evil drag queens,
Ample, Ampler, and Amplest, “give up this crazy dream of
yours—you will never have a true belly.
Stay with your little friends and admire the real men.
Perhaps if you behave, one day you can rub someone else’s belly.
Now—run get us more cocktails!”
“Wha blah blah wa wa,” said Brett, who had done way too many drugs
and was now chewing on his tongue. Everyone ignored him.
The oldest of the twinks, who had a tiny bit of flab
and would soon become bitter queens or over 30,
whichever came first, mocked Karl and told him
to know his proper place. Karl cried and cried.
“Little Karl,” he heard through his tears,
“listen to me…” And lo, it was the Holy Mother Manna,
High Priestess of Pudge.
“If you truly believe, your belly can
become as large as your heart,” she told him.
So, Karl dedicated himself to dozens of doughnuts
and yummy cookies and muffins of blueberry as well as banana...
He feasted on banana cream pie (his favorite)
and drank chocolate martinis…
and he found he could no longer button his pants. He smiled.
Karl kept himself as full as full can be, and his little belly kept growing.
This made him very excited, and he started
adding a banana milkshake with every meal
“Wow,” said Timmy, “did you gain some weight, Karl?
You look fabulous! I’m so jealous!”
Encouraged, Karl doubled his efforts, and like yeast,
his belly began to double…
“Woof, Karl,” said Jinks, running his eyes over Karl’s expanding belly.
“You’re looking hot. Can I buy you a keg?”
With a happy heart, he ate and ate and ate,
until he could no longer fit into his largest pants. He was ready!
He signed up as a go go boy dancer at the Belly Ball!
“Gee, Karl,” said Donny, “standing next to you I feel like
I have anorexia! I should go eat something!”
“Well, “ said Karl humbly to Marco, who stood in admiration
at his wonderful body, “I owe a lot of this to bananas…in at least
four banana cream pies every day, and in the five daily banana milkshakes
I enjoy.”
"Awww," cooed Marco, "You have the most beautiful belly ever!"
“Tell me your secret of bellybuilding,” begged Johnny, “I want to be as big as you!”
“I would still be a skinny little twink, if it weren’t for Mother Manna, the High Priestess of Pudge
who taught me to believe in myself!”
“You can become what you truly want to be,” said Karl proudly,
as his belly continued to bounce and he lived happily and hugely everafter.
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