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You're about to ask when you'll start changing, when you realise that the clothes have tightened uncomfortably around your body, especially around your waist - the belt is digging painfully into your stomach. You grimace at the pain, and reach under the flabby ball of your stomach in search of the buckle. After several seconds, your chubby fingers scrape against the cool metal, and you loosen the belt quickly. The pressure disapates, and your body sags outward several centimetres.
You grimace and belch loudly, then turn to your smaller friend. "What the heck was that all about?" you drawl.
"Hey, you wanted to be a slob." He says. "You never said how quickly you wanted it to happen."
You grunt and adjust your belt, then head outside in search of a mirror. As you walk, your large belly bounces with each step, slapping against your thighs and swaying from side to side. The motion throws you off balance several times, and you end up simply holding your gut in your arms as you walk - you're going to need some suspenders. When you finally reach the change rooms (a two-minute affair), you lumber over to one of the full-size mirrors and check out your new body.
To put it simply, you're big. Your frame is dominated by your colossal beer-belly, which is barely contained by your stretched singlet. Your previously toned pecs have inflated into watermelon-sized sacks of wobbling flesh, resting heavily on your flabby stomach. Your arms have swollen to twice their normal size, encased in layers of fat and muscle. Your legs are mostly the same, and your thighs are so large that they rub together. Your face is far chubbier than before, and you have the beginnings of a third chin - your neck is all but gone beneath the jiggling rolls of your face and shoulders. Turning to the side, you discover that your ass is almost as big as your stomach, jutting out well past your previous waistline.
As you inspect your body, you realise that your thin friend is watching you from one of the benches. "You done yet?" He calls.
"Yeah, almost." You reply. "I just want to check one more thing." And with that, you pull off your singlet. There's a retching sound from behind you, but you ignore it - you have more important things to do. Now that it's out in the open, you're able to fully appreciate your gut - it's folds and wrinkles, the way it jiggles and shakes with the slightest movement. You dig a hand into the fleshy ball, and it sinks in to the wrist before rebounding with a 'boing!', sending ripples throughout your body. You give your belly one last shake, then pull the singlet back on and head back to your companion. "You can look up now, I'm done."
He opens his eyes tentatively, and, seeing that you're now fully clothed, sighs with relief and gets up. "Don't ever do that again." He warns you.
"I won't. Not in front of you, at least!" You give him a thump on the shoulder, and let out a loud belly-laugh. He groans and leads you out of the changerooms, then through the back entrance. He locks the door behind you, and walks over to his car. "So..." you say, "what now?"
"Well..." he replies...
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