Instant fatass, just add powder!

You decide to go ahead with the guard's offer. Being fat can't be too bad, and you can't turn down free food. Or money, for that matter.

"Fine," you tell the guard, "make me a security guard."

He grins, and pulls a small container full of what seems to be powder out of his pocket, and unscrews the lid. He grabs a handful and throws it in your direction. The sparkling dust swirls and flurries, then rushes towards you impossibly fast and disappears into your skin.

"What was-"

"Insta-guard powder." The guard chuckles, shaking the container. "Obese edition."

You're about to ask exactly what that is, when you suddenly start feeling really slow and sluggish. You feel a swelling sensation around your abdomen, and look down to find your gut is growing. Your normally flat stomach quickly fills out with fat, and your shirt, an XL, starts getting tight. Your chest also gets flabbier, and your shoulders broaden as your pecs and shoulders inflate. Your arms become thicker, piling on with heavy layers of muscle and lard. Your chin inflates and doubles, and your swelling neck disappears under the folds of flesh. The seams of your shirt suddenly tear as you grow too big for them, and your stomach bursts it's banks and flops heavily over your belt, slapping against your quickly fattening thighs. Your pants tear as well as your ass inflates outwards, and the tattered garment falls away, leaving you in nothing but a stupidly tight belt and a pair of overly stretched underpants.

You continue growing for a while, and your belt grows continually tighter and tighter. Eventually, you can't bear it anymore, and try to undo the buckle, only to find that you can't actually reach it - your gut's just too big for you to get your hands around it. You panic, and frantically tug and pull at your swollen stomach, in an attempt to reach the still-tightening belt. You fail miserably. You groan in pain as you swell further, when suddenly the belt bursts. The torn leather flies out, along with the buckle, and embeds itself several centimetres into the opposite wall. You sigh with relief as the pressure dissapates, and the rest of your body sags... and keeps sagging as you grow fatter. Finally, the transformation stops, and the guard walks over.

"You handled that pretty well." He tells you.

"Thanks." You look down at your fat body. "How big am I?"

"Well," the guard says, "I'm no expert, but I'd say you weigh about..."

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