The next morning...
Jon stared at his reflection in the mirror. It didn't matter how many layers he put on, no amount of clothing disguised his fake belly and his fake breasts. Besides, it was the middle of summer and it was hot out.
This left Jon with a choice. Go to school with the empathy belly and take all kinds of insults and abuse. Or go to school without, and take the insults and abuse left over from when he wore the belly yesterday. It wasn't much of a choice.
At school, he said it was part of a bet. At home, he explained it away as an assignment. Either way, Jon realised, it would actually be weirder if he didn't take the empathy belly to school today. He cursed as he comprehended the trap he'd laid for himself.
Back down to one layer - a (normally) baggy t-shirt "“ Jon posed in front of the mirror again. The belly was surprisingly heavy, and it was remarkable how the large straps seemed to vanish altogether when disguised by clothes. And the breasts! They looked so natural. They even wobbled and jounced like breasts should. They were even crowned by a pair of large, erect nipples that practically punctured his shirt. From his shoulders to his waist he looked worryingly like a busty, pregnant girl.
Jon probably wouldn't mind so much if he didn't look so... conspicuous. As he absent-mindedly rubbed his belly, Jon contemplated that thought.
"I wish...
