BUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPP!
"Phew, gotta lay off the soda." He said to himself. John looked into the mirror and found his reflection was starting to inflate. John looked down at himself and found once again, nothing was happening to him.
"May as well enjoy the show." John's reflection was slowly bloating outwards. His gut was ballooning ahead of the rest of him, growing bigger and bigger, passing the 50-inch mark with no sign of stopping. His arms and legs followed suit, each fattening to enhance their previous appearance. His as however, was beginning to look more like his gut, obviously fat, but firm.
When the process finished, john surveyed the damage. His gut jutted out even more so than before, the round mass of taught skin with a thin layer of fat was only rivalled in size by a weather balloon. His thighs were huge and his arms could no longer sit straight against his body. His ass put most people's beer guts to shame! His bigger state would probably give him some trouble walking through regular doorways and he wasn't sure that if he ever fell down, he could get back up.
John felt the pressure build again and he opened his mouth, releasing a burp that resembled a foghorn. He waited, but was crest fallen when nothing happened.
"Guess the show's over." Feeling the urge to fart, John cut the cheese- still to no effect.
"A walking tub of lard with a gas problem, *urp*, Mom would be proud."
He grinned at his reflected image and found that from the neck up, he was still completely recognisable - his model worthy features smiling back at him.
"Looking good tiger." He winked and gave a thumb's up.