Sarge looked down at the ghost hands. They rubbed his belly, giving him a sense of joy with each of their passing motions.

"You're just such a cute big guy!" The person said. "I could just rub your belly all day!"

Sarge's tail began to wag.

"Belly rubs are SO much better on you because you're big, fluffy, fat, cute, stinky, smelly-"

Sarge's smile faded. Confusedly he looked at the person.

"-And not very bright!"

"What?" Sarge asked. "Did you just call me stinky, smelly, and stupid?"

"Aren't you?"

"No... I bathe regularly."

"You didn't deny the stupid part."

"..... I did not." Sarge grimaced, looking away. "Just... continue rubbing my belly, please...."

"I can make you dumber if you'd like!"

"....."

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Sarge stretched as he tipped over his bed and got up. He felt... heftier than he did yesterday. Of course, that seemed to be a recurring pattern over the past few days. He wanted to figure out why this kept happening, but he shrugged it off. It was too hard to really think about anything logical in the morning -- let alone at all. He could've sworn it was easy to do before, but with each passing day he felt his ability to figure out cause and effect to diminish... along with his vocabulary.

He remembered asking himself yesterday, "Why my pants tighter?" ... Oddly enough, he couldn't figure out what that strange 'tighter' word meant. Was it some sort of clothing? What was it exactly? "Me think I go eat. Me hungry." Sarge said. The way he spoke seemed off to him, but he couldn't put a finger on it as he stepped forward.

Before he could get very far, he felt something press against his belly... and then start rubbing his belly. Looking down, he saw a small, blue ghost hand. He wanted to say he was surprised, but the bellyrub felt so nice. He stood there, arching his back to allow his belly to fully stretch out.

"Ahh, there you are, big guy!" A voice rang in his head. "How's my big dummy doing?"

Sarge smiled and spoke out loud. "Me wakes up. Tummy gets rubbed. This feel nice."

"It sure does, big guy!" The voice said in a sing-song tone. "I've been giving you rubs every day for the past few weeks! You like 'em?"

"Me do!" Sarge said, happily wagging his tail while closing his eyes. "Thems good tummy rubs."

Sarge felt something rub the top of his head. He assumed it was another friendly hand, here to give him nice rubs. While it rubbed him, he could feel a slight shock in his head. He couldn't fully explain what happened... he wasn't smart enough for that... but he certainly was having difficulty putting his finger on what head pain like that meant. He grimaced.

"Oh, don't fret. That's just a once-a-day thing," the voice said. "A few more days and that won't be an issue anymore. I told you I could make you dumber, didn't I?"

"You did makes say dumber?" Sarge had trouble formulating the right sentence, as some of the words were escaping him.

"Ahh, how cute!" the voice teased. "I do like my men big, fat, fluffy, cute, stinky, smelly, and not very bright."

Sarge was unsure of what most of those words meant.

"Clearly, you are not very bright, so I can mark that one off my list," the voice said. "Now we just need to finish the last two and you'll be perfect!"

Sarge felt the tummy rubs continue. He smiled, completely unaware of what this voice was saying. It probably wasn't important... cuz he was getting belly rubs right now.

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SO, remember the "Belly Rub" picture? I had originally intended for it to be the "Bigger Belly Project -- Magical Weight Gain", but I loved the piece on its own so much I kept it as it was without adding the part 2. But, now that it's been out for a while, I figured I'd finish up the original intention!

This is "Bigger Belly Project -- Magical Weight Gain", and it seems Sarge has, yet again, lost his intelligence!

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Sergeant Wolf / Art / Story ©  pikminpedia Me