The sandwich was apparently a "top seller", which was strange since it cost 30 dollars. There was a challenge to see if you could eat the whole thing in under an hour and get a "whole new life", but he had to finish jogging and get home. The sandwich itself took almost an hour to make, but it smelled so darn good he couldnt help but want to leap over the counter and slurp up the oils dripping off the meat. When it was finished, it was glorious. 3 pounds of pork stuck between 2 buns at least a foot in diameter. It came in 3 plastic and 1 paper bag. There was no way he was going to eat it in an hour. He was also aware that the heat from the sandwich was heating his stomach to a slightly uncomfortabke level, so he put on one of his slim shirts on, which still showed his muscles. He picked up his dinner and started home, peeling off a piece of ham and putting it in his mouth. He instantly felt the need to shove the whole thing in his mouth. It was the best meat he had ever eaten, and it made him feel warm and cuddled like a newborn baby swaddled up in his blanket. He was so overjoyed, he didnt notice his newly aquired bulk on his midsection stretching against his shirt. He was about to gorge the whole sandwich when his watch went off. He was late for tv time! He rushed home, which started bobbing his belly up and down, which was getting bigger by the minute.