Miguel's stomach growled loudly, "I'm getting pretty hungry".
"Mi casa es su casa" Juan said, "make yourself something in my kitchen. Antonio and I will think of something."
"Gracias" Miguel stood and walked to the kitchen. Even with MIguel gone, Antonio still sat close to Juan. He could feel Antonio's ass pressing against his side.
"Scoot over por favor" Juan said. Antonio blushed and moved to Miguel's vacant seat. "What should we do?"
"Let's go to a bar, when's the last time the three of us went?"
"I don't know..."
"You and Miguel are obviously jealous that I have a date" Antonio grinned, "you might find a sexy senorita there".
"Well, if Miguel wants to go too, I wouldn't mind."
"I knew it! Don't worry, I'll convince him."
In the kitchen Miguel had finished cooking. He was already intoxicated by the smell of mexican food from the candle, but this meal added the rich aroma of beans to his personal odor. He rolled it up into a tortilla and took a bite, letting out a satisfied moan, "Delicioso". He rubbed his belly, feeling the doughy flesh between his fingers. "All that construction labor and I still have this gut, still, I have some muscle to show for it" he placed his meal on a plate and walked back to the living room couch. He took another bite before turning around, the motion threw him off balance as if affected by some new weight. Antonio had to scoot back closer to Juan to avoid Miguel's wide ass as he fell back into the couch.
"Easy there big guy, you could crush Antonio if you sat on him" Juan laughed. Big guy? Miguel hadn't thought he'd been much bigger than Juan! But he'd never realized how huge is ass was. Miguel always thought Antonio had some big cheeks, but his drawfed them in size. He took bite and felt pressure rise in his stomach before he let out a loud fart.
"Aye! I thought that candle stank, but you're worse!" Antonio glared at Miguel as he fanned the smell away with his hand.
"How can you survive in the military if you can't handle a little manly stench?" Miguel chuckled in a deeper voice. His laughing cheeks were growing while his face was rounding out.
"Antonio's right, you'll have to change into another pair of pants before we go out" Juan said.
"Ah si? Where are we going?" Miguel ate and his pants did change into a pair of black basketball shorts that grew with his waistline. Below his widening, trunk like legs, a pair of stylish and expensive basketball shoes appeared.
"We were talking about going to a bar, are you in?" Antonio grinned.
Miguel finished his meal as he thought. His already padded chest became a set of large, perky moobs. His stomach jutted a foot in front of him as a taut ball that was covered by a long black baseball jersey. But his ass left the biggest impression, sticking out far behind him. Miguel's soft fat was pressing against Antonio's side, though it didn't seem that Miguel noticed or that Antonio minded. Finally a gold chain appeared around Miguel's neck, "You know MC Gordo is always ready to party". Miguel took on the stage name ever since his rap career took off. He decided to stop working construction with Juan to focus on his music, and the lack of physical labor had an immense impact on his body. But he embraced it, adding the weight to his persona of a big motha fucka you don't want to mess with.