Terry Mayfair Reference Sheet

Name: Terrance “Terry” Mayfair

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Eye Color: Hazel Brown(Left Eye), Yellow(Right Eye)

Nationality: British-American

Birthday: June 4th, 1995(Gemini)

Current Residence: With Dylan, Kris and Philomena in NewDugWood

Hairstyle/Color+Accessories: Short+Messy Brown and White With Two Navy Blue X-shaped Clips, A Yellow Hair clip and the Bangs Covering His Eyes

Height: 5ft 8 ½

Weight: 175 lbs(Is A bit Pudgy)

Attire: Orange And Black Unbuttoned Flannel with the Sleeves Rolled Up, Exposing Faded Grey Lining Underneath and A Faded Grey Hood, Hooded Shirt

A Purple and Black Thick Striped Off Both Shoulders Long Sleeve Loose and Baggy Shirt w/ A Hockey Mask Embellishment On Front that will Often Changes Expression to match Terry’s Expressions Underneath

Minty Green Fingerless Gloves

A Black Thin Strap Silver Peace Sign Necklace

Loose Dark Green Baggy Cargo Pants With Ends Covering the Tops of the Sneakers

Teal, Orange, White and Black Sneakers

Distinguishing Features: His Right Eye Pupil is Shaped Like A X, A Birthmark Located on His Left Elbow Shaped Like a Wing, A Slight Gap on the front of his Teeth, Paper Cuts on His Forearm, Band-Aid on his Nose, A Medium-Size Scar on His Right Shoulder, Bushy Eyebrows(Hidden Underneath), Rock Bruises(Faded), Stitches(Located On His Left Leg), Scratch Marks(From Nichi and Climbing, Located On His Hands), A slight Lisp

Personality: Energetic, Enthusiastic, Consistent, Creative, Confused, A bit Clingy, Innovated, Gullible, A bit controlling, Impulsive, Bashful, Messy, Childish, A bit Dubious, A Fanatical, Sometimes Impatient, Lazy, A bad liar, Sometimes Reckless, A bit of a coward, Stubborn, Cheerful, Active, A Colorful Character, Firm, A Freethinker, A bit Hardworking(Only at his Job), Innovative, Compulsive, Superstitious, Rebellious, Lovable Coward, Sometimes Predictable, A little paranoid, Overzealous, Moderate, Passionate, Protective, Skillful, Sympathetic, Boyish, Whimsical, Airy

Likes: Philomena(Will awkwardly talk to her), Coffee, Sherbet Ice Cream, Challenges, Mythos, Comic Books, Technology, Supernatural Shows, Horror Movies, Dylan(bromance), His raccoon dog Beta, Candy Necklaces, Slime, Internet Games, E3, Cards Against Humanity, B-Movies, Fall, Video Games, Cartoons, Those Sugary Cereals, The Beach, Online RPGs, Listening to Music, Trampolines, Dreams, Road Trips, Pigs, Macaroons, Coding, Fireworks, Concerts, Cookie Clicker(Currently holds the leaderboard), Hot Dogs, Singing, Crane Machines, Vending Machines, Sugar Frosted Cookies(his favorite food), Ships and Fishing, Panda Bears, Frosting, Ghostbusters, Fireflys, Dinosaurs, PB and J, Volcanoes, Hockey, Aerodynamics, Pranks, Spaghetti-Os, His friends and family

Dislikes: Fakers, The gym, Plan 9 From Outer Space, Ads, Spinach, His mythos being called false, Badly Dubbed Shows, Losing his family and friends, Being Alone, Bees, His right eye, Lawyers(except Ashley), Prison, Mannequins, Guns, Cologne, Bullying, Hooks, Heights, Snakes, Fights, Feeling Suppressed, Some of his childhood memories, Abandonment, Animatronics, Rocks, Vodka, Cactus, Feeling Sad or Depressed, Reality TV Shows, Abuse, Bashers, Eggs, Jet Lag, Going Outside

Hobbies: Building, Playing Video Games with Dylan, Jigsaw Puzzles, Brain Teasers, Cooking(is terrible at it), Playing Computer Games, Exploring Internet Forums, Dancing, Exploring spots with Dylan, Watching viral videos, Doing Challenges, Competing with Dylan in JCC(Jell-O Consumption Competition), Banging on the drums, Writing and Doodling, Jazzercise, Playing with Clay, Programing, Reading Comic Books

Skills: Can speak Latin, Can repeat every event in comic book history by memorization, Surprisingly runs fast, Gargles ghost peppers, Can stand on rollerskates a bit longer than others, Can do flips and splits, A heavy programmer, Sings Acapella, Surprisingly Organized, Also cleans up well like Dylan

Hopes and Dreams: Unknown as of Currently(Probably just wants to retire when he’s older, or just be with Philomena)

Occupation: An Engineer/Technician of the WestRue Technical Center

Verbal Tics: Pushes his hair from his eyes when in deep thought, Scratches away at his right eye, Bites at his nails, Starts poking and stabbing away at his skin with his nails(if he hasn’t bitten them down), Starts plucking hard at any kind of hair he has, Punches himself at times

Biggest Secret: Terry was involved in an accident at the young age of 4, resulting in the loss of his right eye. Since his father served as a transplant surgeon, Terry became the subject/patient of his father’s plan to restore his son’s right eye by doing a eye transplant by granting his son with the right eye of a recently deceased hitchhiker who was thought by some to be able to see and communicate with ghosts. The transplant did prove to be a success but the rumors surrounding the hitchhiker proved to be true as Terry found himself being able to see and speak with these spectral beings, usually ones that had family ties with the kids in his class. Terry thought that using his newfound gift would help bring some sort of closure to them… Only to be out cased and have rocks thrown at him by these so called people he called his friends. Terry, originally confused, became the subject of torment from his fellow peers who labeled him as a ‘freak’ and calling his eye a ‘mistake’, causing the young Terry to fallout and his days zombie-like and alone in his room, tormented by the spirits and whispers of his peers. It soon reached a point where Terry decided the only way to return to normal and regain the acceptance of his peers was to remove his right eye, at the expanse of permanently losing his eye and dying, grabbing a scalpel and going close until his father, walking by and taking notice, stopped him and removed the scalpel from him. This caused Terry to get psychiatric help for about a good 3 years before being released and being exchanged to a different school. This incident caused Terry to cover his eyes up in order to prevent any other form of ridicule that he believe he would face, with the only times he showed his right eye was for his friends or for emergencies only and some exceptions being by complete accident… And other times he will downright refused to show it and will nervously beg people not to pester or ask him to reveal, often times with him blacking out from the constant stress and to retreat in a dark spot to calm down and relax until he is fit to come back out.

Philomena Weber Reference Sheet

Name: Philomena Weber

Age: 21

Gender: Female

Eye Color: Emerald Green

Nationality: German

Birthday: January 1, 1996(Capricorn)

Current Residence: With Dylan, Kris and Terry

Hairstyle/Color + Accessories: Shoulder Length Light Maroon Hair Intake Style with Black Thin Squared Rimmed Glasses and A Silver Diamond Circlet

Height: 5ft 5

Weight: 135 lbs(Is Lean)

Cup Size: Double C Cup

Attire: A Black Puffer Hooded Unzipped Vest with The Words “Uso Chara” At the Back On Top of a Clawed Chibi-esque Bear

A Purple Colored Loose Off Both Shoulders Shirt(Baggy at the Sleeves, Her hands don’t show unless they’re pushed down or by other means), with A Black Thick Strapped Long-Sleeve with Fingerless Mitt Sleeves Undershirt Underneath

A White Thin String Necklace Attached to A Chibi Peach and Orange Owl that Matches Philomena’s Inner Moods

Denim Short Jeans with the Ends Rolled Up w/ Heart Embellishments and a Brown Side Looped Belt Attached

Dark Ripped Grey Tights Underneath

Purple, Pink and Black Midcalf Loose Hightops

Distinguishing Features: Burns On Her Lower Arm Covered With Burn Bandages, Pierced Ears with Four Piercings(3 No Chained Black Cartilage Ear Cuff Earrings and One Red Pearl Stud Earring), A Rainbow Colored Winged Butterfly Tattoo Located On Her Back, A Lime and Lemon Colored Bandaid on her Middle Finger, Knife Wound On Her Side, Black Smokey Eye shadow, Slightly plumped Lips

Personality: Stoic, Quiet(At Times), Sarcastic TO A T, Moody, Lacks empathy(or so she states), Bussinesslike, Calm, Mechanical, Enigmatic, Formal, Morbid, Clear-Headed, Confidential, Experimental, Cooperative, Neutral, Repressed and Regretful, Firm, Sly, Stubborn, Aggressive, Intelligent, Appreciative, Mature(when the situation calls for it), Many-sided(keeps it hidden), Logical, Patient, Calculating, Responsible, Respectful, Self-critical and Self-defacing, Fiery, Gloomy, Tolerant, Witty, Considerate, Dedicated and Caring(she keeps it hidden), Faithful

Likes: Terry(secretly crushing), Her friends and moms, Her pet fox Airwave, Honey and Jelly Sandwiches(her favorite food), Spring, Books(Her favorite is Alice in Wonderland), Time traveling, Fires, Roses, Macaroni and Cheese, The Phoenix, Very Spicy Stuff, Heavy Metal and Rapping Music, Goats(?), Dune Buggies, Chemistry, Ghost Stories, Seashells, The Colors Peach and Silver, Singing, Snails, Exploring, The Internet, Fireflies, Bakeries, Black Comedy, Reading, The Silent Night Library, Hockey, Casual Friday’s at her workplace, Bubble Gum, Dancing, Video Games, Manga, RPG Maker, Milkshakes and Sherbert, Jogging, Little Phone Critters(the ones that you Attached to your phone), Pigs and Chicks(a animated kids show from the mid 90s), Dungeons and Dragons, Coffee, The Spanish Channel, Paintball

Dislikes: Dogs(Dylan and Ruldolph are a exception), Nursery Rhymes, Her town end the people who live there, Bullies, Peanut Butter(unknown if she’s allergic or just hates it), Reminders of her past, Long Dresses, Getting Sick, High heels, People who use ‘ignorant’ incorrectly, Puns, Decaf and Sugar-free, Whips, Swindlers, Loud Noises(especially when she’s sleeping), Henderson, Trolls, Competition(is usually forced into it), Emotions, Guns, Crocs, Sheeps(again…?), Being alone for long periods of time, Idiots, Emotional Attachment to people(fears betrayal), Jokes targeted at her, Bubbifo

Hobbies: Reading(does this a MAJORITY of the time), Doing Experiments, Cooking(Burns everything…except spicy stuff), Exploring New Places, Camping, Doing Spells, Arts and Crafts(paints her ‘anguish soul’), Writing, Playing the Electric keyboard, Looking through her telescope, Playing Hockey, Acrobatics/Dancing, Blogs, Smoking(rarely), Drawing(is terrible at drawing), Playing with frogs(?), Plays Video Games, Listening to music, Doing puzzles, Meditation

Skills: Can do crossword/word jumble puzzles in a few minutes, Can play the piano/electric keyboard, Can scare people, Can make slime, Can eat spicy food better than the others, Can play hockey, Can only make spicy foods(burns anything NOT spicy), Skiing, Memorizes everything, Can cut off any long hair that grew overnight with a chainsaw, Can talk fast, Stronger than she looks

Hopes and Dreams: Unknown(Probably wants to stick with her friends for a while, be with Terry)

Occupation: A Scientist at Tobitu Chemistry and Observation Lab

Verbal Tics: Tugs at her Hair(at times), Shuts down completely, Shudders and Groans(when something is wrong)Digs her nails in the sides of her head, Pinches her nose, Goes Blank(serious), Sweats/Fidgets Around/Become Nervous whenever her town is mentioned

Biggest Secret: Philomena and her Moms used to live in a small town off the outlooks of Germany before moving to NewDugWood, living as the social outcasts and banes to everyone there(despite doing nothing wrong). Philomena was a victim to harassment and bullying by the other kids, with three older boys in question often using her to carry out whatever plans they had with brute force as punishment. Philomena complied, only due to the fact that they would ‘hang out’ with her and went without complaint up until doing one of their other chores. One of the chores involved her cleaning out the firepit, but she didn’t really do so well and frustrated with her, one of the boys started cleaning up while the other two began to think of the multiple ways of punishing Mena for her ‘insolence’. However, Mena ran, towards one of the barracks, with the other two boys chasing after her, carrying torches in their hands to burn her with. But since they weren’t the brightest bulbs, they inadvertently got themeselves locked up while Mena got out safely, and as a result of them trying to escape, ended up burning themselves and the barracks up into smoke. The other boy left behind heard and noticed, saw Mena run and shouted out that she was responsible for a fire, which ultimately got her and her parents run out of town and forced to move. Each stop proved futile as news spread and the more they were kicked out, the more Philomena began to grow resentful and cold, until finally when they did arrived in a town that was accepting… Philomena kinda snapped, and began a general ideal of rejecting and instilling cold hard truths into people, seeing friendship as a complete waste(up until she met the others). While she isn’t as affected as much, the mere mention of her town is enough to send her into a blank state, one that makes it hard to snap out of and harder to read just what exactly she’s feeling on the inside.. Which of course forces the others to wait until she snaps out of it.

An All Day Eatery

“Can you still believe they went that far just for this one thing?”
“Yea… Despite being stupid and pretty much unneeded.”
“But, they still look peaceful sleeping together…”
“Yea… Looking peaceful as two pregnant males with food babies.”
Both Kris and Philomena stared at their two male friends sleeping peacefully on the couch, heads next to each other. The sight seemed like two best friends sleeping together, the only difference being their guts. Normally slim stomachs underneath their shirts wasn’t available to the eyes of the girls as two sets of nearly looking 9 month pregnant bellies with twins, their shirts raised up which exposed the navel. The sounds of digesting food and tired groans echoed through the room admist popped buttons and unbuckled belts. Kris sighed joyfully while Philomena just…stared with no expression at all, seemly bored at the sight yet still there staring.
“I-I-Is it weird I want to rub their bellies so badly?”
“…I don’t think so… You can be my guest though.”
Kris giggled quietly as she tiptoed towards them and got in between their heads and placed both hands on Dylans’, making sure his head laid on her lap, making space as if Philomena was going to sit next. Philomena sighed tiredly but sat anyway, taking Terrys’ head and doing the same as Kris. Though the two were sleeping, groans of pleasure and enjoyment echoed from the two.
“Wow… They seem to be having a nice dream huh?”
“Yea, it’s so adorable…”
“Kris, you’re nose is bleeding…”
“I know, but it’s so ‘Cute’ isn’t it?”
“Sure… If that’s what you say… How long as it been?”
“About a couple of hours… Why?”
“It has been that long since they accepted it huh?”
“Yea…”
“A good 3 hours…”

3 Hours Ago
“Dylan!!!! DYLAN DYLAN DYLAN DDDDDDDDYLLLLLAAAAANNNNNNNNNN!!!!”
“…Yes Terry?”
Dylan looked in annoyance as Terry came running up like a small child, easily excited by a single sheet of paper in his hand.
“Lookatthisitssoamazingweshouldtotallyenterthisitcanbeamazing!!!”
“Whoa whoa Terry. Calm down, what are you trying to say?”
“Ok ok! Calming down… Look at this paper! Look at it!”
Dylan took the paper from Terrys’ hands and looked it over reading a title that said “CAN YOU STOMACH THIS?! To celebrate the new opening of our all you can eat buffet place, all food here for anyone coming is FREE for today and only today! What’s keeping you away from this, JOIN THE FUNNNNN!!!”
Underneath it was the name of the location and its address, which read ‘The Mightiest Food Buffet’ located at 26 Yugo Street. Dylan just stared at the paper with a ‘really?’ expression as Terry jumped up and down in pure excitement.
“And you’re showing me this why?”
“Becauseeeeee… We should do that, but, as like a contest!”
“A contest?”
“Yea a contest! To see who can pack in the most food obviously! Doesn’t it sound fun?!”
Dylan would had said no to his best friend, but the idea of it sounded a bit intriguing.
“I guess it sounds kinda cool…”
“So you’ll do it with me?!”
“Sure… I guess…”
“YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!”
Terry bounced around joyfully as Dylan sighed, a tired smile on his face.
“Before we leave he’ll already be tired…”

On The Streets
“There it is!!! The place of dreams…”
“I wouldn’t call it all that…”
The two stood in front of the large resturant place, a long banner waving reading “ALL MEALS ARE FREE!!!” Terry basically was drooling at the sight of it. Dylan, although not drooling, found himself smiling at it as well, the banner practically an invite. The two walked in greeted by the sounds of bustling people and near quiet chatter as people were already sitting down plates filled with delicious food.
“Oh god… So much food!!!”
“First lets sit.”
Dylan lead Terry towards an empty booth to sit to at least go over the plan.
“Alright… The idea for this is that we gather as much food as we can and eat as much as we can. We’ll keep this up until either one of us or both can’t continue on.”
“Ok… But what about the other patrons?”
“Well since there isn’t alot, we can eat as much as we can!”
“Ok… But what about the girls? Won’t they notice us if they possibly pass by?”
“Aw please, the thought of them coming by here is a 1% chance! Now stop asking and lets get it on!”
Dylan would have asked more but Terry was already up and about, going over to where the food and drinks were. Dylan chuckled as he followed ahead, getting a big amount of food before heading back to where Terry was with his food and once there, began digging in. Both of them ate at a considerably fast rate, enjoying all that came in. Hot dogs, rice balls, and sausage octopi entered, going straight towards their bellies. Once their plates were cleaned, the two of them went back and continued on, bowls of ramen next to them. The two were able to keep it quiet so that they wouldn’t disturb the others, noise level down at a nice rate. Once finished, both boys laid back, hands planted on their stomachs, taking on a bit of a considerable bulging shape.
“Mmmm… This is so good.”
“Heh yea… But to be honest… I’m starting to get a bit full…”
“Mmmm nah.. We still got some room left.”
Terry got up with his plate and proceeded to get more food. Dylan although hesitant, followed in pursuit. The two kept at it, eating more and more, filling their bellies up. Both stomachs were attempting to keep up, expanding out. The constant rate of food pushed forward against, straining their shirts with them, soon revealing silver linings of flesh. Another couple of minutes in and the boys were leaning back, hands placed on their now starting to round out guts, which were starting to make noise in order to digest.
“Ngh… Belly is starting to hurt… But, I think I got some room left in me, how about you Dylan?”
“Uhhhh… Yea I think so…*Burp* Heh… Excuse me.”
Dylan struggled a bit to get up, but managed to while grabbing his plate and going back, Terry following behind. The two got more food and dug in, a bit more slowly. Entering in, their stomachs expanded further, shirts starting to rise up, part of the navel revealing itself. As they got more, more of their flesh starting showing as their shirts rose up even further, more groans and rumbles resonating from their taunt bellies. Later on the two were starting to sweat a bit, getting tired before leaning back once more, guts at a considerable roundish rate. Dylan patted his stomach a bit, now pushing against button and belt. Terrys was the the same rate maybe a bit bigger than Dylans but as far as it went, no body was keeping score.
“…Uh Terry?”
“Yea?”
“M-Maybe we should stop… You know before we’ll have to explain to the girls about the ripped pants and popped, unbuckled buttons and belts…”
“…I don’t know… Can’t we keep on for another couple of minutes?”
“Really Terry?”
“…. Please?”
Terry looked up at Dylan with puppy dog eyes, the older male eyes looked in annoyance before sighing in defeat.
“Fine… We’ll continue on but then we’re stopping, ok?”
“Ok ok:)”
The two of them got up, their walks nearly being reduced to a heartfelt shuffle near waddle as they made their way back towards the buffet and back towards their table, digging into their food again. Their stomachs groaned as they pushed again, clear strain being made as creaking could be heard. The two struggled to keep going as their bellies cried out for them to stop. As they were almost finished, Dylan abruptly paused as he leaned back, which caused Terry to look up.
“Dylan? You ok?”
“Y-yea j-j-j-just fighting a… *BRAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!*”
Dylan was suddenly stopped by a loud burp from his stomach, leading it to quivering before settling down, belly still pushed against his pants. Terry looked up in amazement and even a few patrons looked towards them in disbelief, giving Dylan a light blush on his face as he sheepishly laughed.
“Hehehe… S-s-sorry bout that… ‘POP!SNAP!’”
Dylan’s blush grew darker as his button popped back and his belt snapped, leaving his belly free to accompany more room.
“Ah c-crap… This is what I was worried about…”
“Awwwww… Your lucky Dylan!”
“How is this lucky?”
“Because that means you’re winning! I need to catch up!!!”
Dylan looked at him with a “What?” Face as Terry suddenly got the motivation he needed to eat faster, which caused his belly to push out again, grumbling and moaning from the amounts that was being pushed in. Meanwhile Dylan was busy trying to push his belt and button back into place, only to be met with the same result of them being pushed apart again until Dylan just gave up. Dylan’s stomach was perfectly squishy and round, navel poking out as sounds of the digested food gurgled throughout the restaurant, its likeness that of a 7-month pregnant belly, all is weight on his legs. But Terry paid no heed, still eating until all his portion was gone. His stomach was now past its normal limit, the same creaking sound of his button creaking as well, shirt now no longer able to be pushed back down. Terry was still determined as he struggled to get up before taking his plate and Dylan’s again for more at the buffett stand. Dylan was too distracted to notice up until he saw his plate filled with food on his mat as Terry was busy digging in. Dylan’s face turned green at the sight and as much as he wanted not to, he knew he couldn’t argue with Terry on this, especially when he was this determined to complete this act, so he dug in, albeit slower than Terry. Pain rumbles filled the air as their stomachs slowly stretched and rounded out, hitting the rims of the table with their flesh. Finally… ‘SNAP!POP!’ Terrys pants belt and button finally popped off and apart, except instead of celebrating, Terry was instead green and sick, his stomach pleads made clear as his head was laid on the table now.
“Huff…Huff… T-T-Terry… I think that’s…. ‘BRAPP!’ E-enough…”
“Hic! Y-yea… I think that’s g-‘BURRRRRPPPPP!!!’ Good… Ugh…”
Dylan nodded slowly as he straightened up and attempted to get up, getting stuck but managing to get out, stumbling before catching his balance. His belly stuck out and gurgled as his pants tried to slip down, his hand catching them to hold them up before going to help Terry.
“O-ok Terry… Hold on… One.. Two..”
Both grunted before Terry finally slid out, almost crashing into Dylan before stumbling to his feet, holding on to his stomach, pain moans echoing from his mouth.
“Aw crap… ‘BURP’ I-I need a couch to lay on…”
“Ye-yea… ‘BRAPPPPPP’”
The two struggled as they held on to each other for support as they stumbled towards the door before hitting the street. Their walks… Er shuffles, were noticed by other people who stopped and looked in shock at the two.
“Unf… Why are they staring at us?”
“Probably because of these… Ngh… J-just ignore them…”
Bellies still rumbling as they turned the corner, their shared house with the girls coming up. Quickning their pace to their shuffles, they arrived at the small house and door, Dylan searching for his keys before inserting the key and entering, the coolness of the house giving the two males a temporary relief before the couch was spotted. The two instantly collapsed, their backs against the edges of the couch, their bellies jiggling as they laid still, hands coming towards them to calm them down, more burps exiting their mouths.
“Ngh… ‘BRAPPPPPP!!!’ Ugh… ‘BURP!’ C-c-crap… Again…”
“’BURPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!’ Welp… I think… That’s enough for this gut….”
Both boys let their heads lay back against each other, quiet groans and burps keep on escaping from their mouths.
“Terry… We should probably… G-go upstairs to our bedroom before the girls….”
“Yea… But, let’s just relax here for a couple more minutes please? Ngh…”
“S-sure…”
Relaxation turned to sleepiness as the two slowly closed their eyes, their guts the only thing making noise and speaking. Sound asleep, the door opened a couple seconds after their arrival to the girls, after a long day of just hanging out right before they noticed the boys sitting there.

Back to the Present
The girls were finished as the boys postions were changed, Terry’s head on Dylan’s chest as Dylan laid back, head against the edge, snoring before scrunching his face and opening his eyes slowly. A soft moan escaped as he raised his head… Only to see the girls standing: Kris excited and Philomena… No change in expression as usual. But still Dylan froze with embarrassment as Terry did the same thing of waking up only after spotting the girls was he as embarressed as Dylan.
“Uhh… H-h-h-hey Kris and ‘Mena’…. What you g-g-guys doing here so e-e-e-early?” Said a stammering Dylan, Terry still frozen.
“Well… One, we live here. Also… Why would you ask that? Trying to make an excuse, cause if you are, too little too late to hide them.”
“B-b-buts it’s all right!!! We don’t mind it… Heh… S-sorry if this is awkward!” Said a blushing Kris.
“Nghhhhhhhhhhh… So uh… You guys aren’t….”
“Nah… We are amazed that you did something stupid like this tho, but that is to be expected.”
“Heheh yea… Uh, well, we’re just going to go upstairs… ‘BRAPPP!!’”
One last burp was released by both of them as their faces became more red as the girls, well just Kris, blushed as well. The two attempted to bow, it was half-heartily because their guts were in the way, and made their ways towards their room, closing the door and leaving Kris squealing and Philomena going into the kitchen for something to drink and mumbling about “Flesh orbs” or something. A Couple Days Later, Terry was sitting on his side of the room on his laptop watching some old challenge videos. After their little adventure at the Buffett place, they were stuck with their guts for a considerable amount but they managed to shrink away over time, just leaving a small layer of fat on it, but it was otherwise unoticable. Yawning, Terry clicked on the next video which was titled “Diet Mentos and Soda Challenge”, which piqued Terry’s interest. After viewing it, Terry got a dangerous idea as he smiled deviously.
“Hey Terry. What you looking at?”
Dylan walked in on cue as Terry had a glimmer in his eyes before rushing downstairs quickly then back to Dylan, who looked in confusion.
“Hey Dylan… You up for a challenge?”

End.

Don’t Try This Challenge

“Come on Dylan it’ll be fun!!!”
“Terry no, I already told you I’m not going to do something that stupid! I already learned my lesson from last time.”
“But come on, last time was just food, this time its just a couple of mentos and some diet soda that’s all!”
“Terry, no!”
Terry sighed in disbelief as Dylan pretty much walked away, apparently tired of this conversation as he followed him to the kitchen where the supposed experiment was supposed to take place. Sitting on the counter was two large liter bottles of diet coke and 2 packs of Mentos. The result was that of Terry watching a couple of videos involving the challenge, which was to eat at least a couple of mentos then drink a at least half a bottle of diet coke, and hopefully, their insides won’t explode. Yeah, the way that sounded, its awful. But to Terry, it sounded like a exciting experience! Now if only Dylan was in on it…
“Come on Dylan, you own me one for yesterday! Remember when I helped you at the all night every day buffet place?”
“You weren’t spared from it either! We both waddled out like penguins and everyone was staring at us! And may I remind you that it was your idea?!”
Terry looked bashfully as Dylan walked over to where the fridge was in order to find something to eat and ignore this conversation. However Terry was not one to be defeated by just one thing. All he needed was a bit of motivation to give Dylan a reason. Suddenly an idea came up as Terrys’ face fixed itself into a sinister smile.
“Oh really? So you don’t want to do it you say?”
“Yes Terry, that is excatly what I am saying.”
“…Yea, I figured you say that.”
Dylan now looked at Terry with a very confused look on his face.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh nothing… Just that you’re playing CHICKEN….”
The minute that word came out, Dylans’ head whipped around as a look of half mortify and half anger came out to face Terry.
“What the HELL is that supposed to mean?!”
“Oh you know… You most definitely ‘BAWK’ know.”
“I am not a chicken Terry!!! And if you think that’s gonna work…”
“BAWK!!! BAWKBAWK!!! BAWWWWKKKKKKK!”
“TERRY!!!”
“BAWKBHAWKBBBBBAWWWWK!!!!”
“Alright ALRIGHT!!! I’LL DO THE STUPID CHALLENGE WITH YOU!!!”
“Great! I knew you would agree with me!!”
The moment those words came out, Dylans’ face instantly fell into a blank stare as he just realized he had just fooled himself on the one thing he swore he would never do, and instantly facepalmed himself.
“… I’m a sucker…”

A Few Minutes In

“Alright Dylan, I’m setting up the camera, you ready for this?!”
“…Just so you know, when this is all over, I am going to destroy you for this…”
“Yea you can be angry now… But you have to admit, this idea will be worth it.”
“Yea… So you say…”
Before Terry could say anything else, the camera soon beeped and Terry soon turned and smiled at the camera.
“Hello there all the people of the internet! My name is Terence “Terry” Okada and welcome to our own delightful version of the Diet Coke and Mentos Challenge!!! Joining me today is my best friend here, Dylan Akiriyama who is also here to participate in this event as well!“
”…Hi.“
"He’s a bit grumpy, but still willing to help!”
“…”
“Anyway! Lets not waste anytime with this discussion and just get it ONNNNNNN!!!”
Terry and Dylan soon walked over to where the Mentos and Diet Coke and brought them back over to where the camera was. Opening the bottles then the pack, the two soon picked up the items and bringing them close, the challenge went on.
“Ready?! One…”
“Two…”
“…THREEEEEEEEE!!!!!!”
The two popped the Mentos in there mouth before taking at least two gulps of the diet soda. Then they began to wait… And wait… And waited some more…
“Uh Terry, I hate to burst your bubble, but… Nothings’ happening.”
“Ummm. Maybe we need some more…”
Terry soon picked up the same packet of Mentos then the diet cola and did the same thing again.
“Terry, I don’t think you should do that aga…. Mphf!!”
Dylan was soon silenced by a bottle of diet soda pushed into his mouth before the packet of mentos was poured in afterwards.
“Less talking Dylan, more challenge!”
Soon almost all the contents of the bottles were gone, and half the mentos before Dylan decided that enough was enough and pushed the contents away.
“Ok Terry, I think that is enough of the challenge…”
“But…”
“No buts Terry… Enough is enou…’Growl Rumble!!!’”
Dylan soon passed a blush on his face as his stomach suddenly began producing sounds, rumbling loudly through the quiet house.
“Hey Dylan, do you think maybe the challenge was a success, I mean the only way for that to happen is by… ‘Gurgle Gurgle Rumble!!!’”
The same blush soon passed over to Terry as the rumbling continued, leading to the two needing to hug their guts in order to try and silence the groaning and crying guts, a feeling of fullness passing by.
“Ugggghhhh… I think I need to go sit ‘BRAPPPPPPP!!!’ downn…”
“Yea, m-m-me t’BURRRRRPPPPPPPPPP!!!’ to…”
As the two made their way towards the couch, their stomachs continue to growl and rumble, the sense of fullness getting bigger until…
“I-I-I can’t continue on… I gotta sit down now…”
Dylan soon founded himself against the wall, staggering as the feeling continue on, soon gaining way to another feeling… A feeling Dylan knew all too well. He felt his hand start to push out and when he looked down, his eyes widen in terror. The unmistakable sight of his belly expanding outwards from underneath his shirt, groaning and rumbling along the way, and all Terry could do was stare, until that same feeling was starting to strike him, leading to looking down and seeing the same thing happening to his stomach.
“W-W-Well… I think t-t-the challenge is going well… Maybe a bit t’BURRRRRRPPPPPP!!!’ Too much…”
“How about instead of f-focusing on the challenge, more time trying to’BRAPPPPPPP!!!’ stop this!!!”
The rumbling continued as their stomachs continued expanded further outwards, pushing past both their belts and the buttons to their pants, the straining of the two pushing into the silver lining of flesh. Stating off as the size of baseballs, they grew further into the size of basketballs, and they showed no sign of stopping.
“W-well I mean I don’t think ‘BURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!!!’ there is no way of stopping it… I mean, from what I watched!”
“Ugh!!! I told you this was a bad i’BURPPPP!!’idea!!! Why wouldn’t you listen?!”
“W-w-well, I mean… Eep!”
Terrys’ legs soon couldn’t withstand the weight of his stomach and collapsed underneath, sending the young male down hard. Down and struggling to get up, his belly increased further and further, pushing past the normal limit of a normal soda filled gut, leading to the sounds of creaking belts and buttons and pushing up of shirts exposing the navel area. At an accelerated rate, both bellies pushed forward, the feeling of seams about to break grew further on, as they were now at the size of a balloon inflated to a near max. Dylans’ legs soon began to wiggle and shake, just like Terrys’ not used to this much weight.
“Ngggghhhh… Terry, when this is all over… I am going to strangle you… Just as soon as my stomach stops… Hepppp!”
Dylans’ legs no longer couldn’t support his stomach as he fell down hard, belly pressed against Terrys’ squishing together, building up further and further into each other.
“Nghhhhh… My belly’s starting to hurt real badly, why won’t this just stop?!”
“How do you think I feel?! Oh god…”
The creaking sound continued onward as their bellies pushed forward and even further into, shirts no longer able to cover the soda bloat guts as the groans and rumbles continued. Both boys began sweating and fidgeting around hoping to escape from the squishing force of their stomachs.
“Stop… Please stop growing… Please…”
Both boys squeezed their eyes closed and gripped tightly to their stomachs, their quiet pleas echoing through the large groans of their bellies.
‘Groan Rumble… Gurgle.’
Suddenly, the sounds stopped as the boys opened their eyes and noticed the large flesh orbs sitting on top, squished next to each other, stopped on one single place. It only took a couple minutes for the two to register what had happened to their stomachs, shown by how no longer they were growing size by size.
“Oh thank god… They stopped… F’BURRRRPPPPPPPP!!’ Finally…”
“Y-yea… Thank g’BRAPPPPPPP!!!’ god…”
Of course, their happiness soon faded away as they realized their current predicament, which was that they were still squished together and stuck in one place.
“Hehe… I guess we’ve still got this problem to solve heh…”
“Yea… It would be p-pretty embrassing to have the girls walk in on th…”
‘Creakkkk!’
“Hey guys we’re hommmmmme!!”
“…This.”
“…Think they’ll be ok with this?”
“…No, no they won’t be ok.”
The two boys sheeplishy laughed out of fear and embarrassment as the door opened up as the two girls walked in, unaware of the situation on the other side, chuckling a bit from their day out.
“Dylan! Terry! Are you guys in here?”
The girls walked around looking, but couldn’t find them until…
“Maybe they’re not here… ‘Squish’”
Philomena walked into something soft as she made it towards the hallway leading towards their rooms.
“Philomena, did you hear that… Oh my…”
“H-H-Hi Kris…”
“H-H-Hey Philomena…”
“Dylan?! Terry?! What Happened to you to?!”
“Maybe you should ask him over there…”
“Not my fault… I blame the internet…”
“Oh god, we gotta get you two unstuck from there! Philomena!”
“…Ok.”
It took alot of effort and bits of strain, but after getting behind, they managed to push them out into the Living Room, the two rolling around before stopping. Soon the girls came upon as the two ended up backs up, their bellies holding them up.
“Wow… You guys look like a big pile of pillows from there.”
“Philomena be nice. D-Don’t worry you guys, we’ll get you guys back to normal.. Somehow…”
“And how do you guys plan to do that?”
“… Why not jumping up and down on them till they burp whatever they had..”
“I guess that can work.”
“Uh, m-maybe we can do something differently!”
“Yea! I mean…”
“No… Just be quiet and hold stil… Well, you’ll have to anyway.”
Both Dylan and Terry looked in fear and worry as the girls came closer to them to begin, both looked at each other in bits of again embarrassment.
“Terry…”
“I know what you’re going to say… Never again.”
“Good.”