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You quickly order a huge sandwhich with the works and, of course, a bottle of water. The counter clerk disappears into the back as you cross your arms on the counter and look toward Albert.
"So, let loose", you prompt him with a smile.
"Well", he explains, taking a long swallow of his coffee, "morphs like us have an unstable metabolism. It speeds up with adrenaline and excitement, of course, as well as fear. But it also slows down when you're uterly relaxed and calm. It really depends on the species."
"How about you?", you ask, your curiosity finally getting the better of you. "How long did it take you to get like..."
Albert chuckles and pats you on the shoulder. "Don't be so shy. Really, I don't mind. Antway, I've actually been working out here for about 2 years, though I haven't changed much in the last year or so. I've been pretty much as you see now since about a year ago."
With a soft whooshing sound, a huge sandwich, (if anything that big could be called a sandwich), slides from the food hatch to stop right in front of you. You eagerly take it up in both hands, and with a single gape of your massive jaw take a huge bite from it. You munch abstractedly as you keep listening to Albert.
"You see", he continues, "you get more of a workout with morphs then you do with normal humans. And Jake himself knows that, so he's been trying to figure out a way to let humans have the same amount of control over their metabolism. So far, you're the best one he's produced ... although there's so much potential in you, you probably don't even realize it." He adds with a smile as he finishes off his coffee. Then he looks straight at you ... and stares.
You stare back. "Something wrong?", you ask, finishing the last bite of your gigantic sandwich, then finishing off the jumbo-sized bottle of water. "Well?"
For a long, moment, he's silent. Then ... "I think you drastically need to cut back on the jumbo-sized foods." He states flatly as he gets up from the table.
"Why do you say that?", you ask casually as you spin yourself about on the stool and start to stand. Then you freeze.
Somehow, your body has become hugely fat again, this time looking even a bit rounder than you recall. Your body looks more solid, but still encased in flab. Worse, instead of hanging, the fat now seems to jut out, making you look even more huge than before. You're just about to start crying when Albert walks over. You look up at him with a whimper, a few tears streaming down your once again fat cheeks.
"You just need more exercise", he tells you gently. "The more you do, the more your metabolism speeds up, so this won't happen", he adds as he pokes you in your huge belly. You blush quite a bit and hide a whimper, but Albert just smiles widely at you and chuckles before putting a friendly arm around you.
"C'mon. We'll have a few matches and burn off all that fat ... maybe even speed up your metabolism permanently, like mine." He turns with a grin, flexing for effect, before walking to the ring.
You smile and walk after him, barely able to keep up, your huge girth throwing you from side to side until, just as you reach the ring, you topple over onto your belly. You struggle, but even the huge muscles beneath your fatted hide can't seem to raise you from the floor.
"Um ... Albert?", you ask sheepishly, "... a little help here?"
Written by Rakeesh (edited by wanderer)