Jeff grabbed the weight belt, struggling to lift it. "Woah! Since when are weight belt's so heavy?!" Paul grabbed a tub of the Reindeer Supplement. "I dunno dude, I don't use them. C'mon, lets check out."
With some effort, Jeff brought the belt over to the counter as Paul finished up. "Dude, we got a coupon for free milk and cookies at that bakery in the food court. Those cookies are awesome!" Jeff grimaced, as he slung the belt on the counter. The clerk smacked her gum with a smile, ringing in the purchase. "Why dontcha wear that out? It'll probably be easier to carry. Here's your coupon."
Jeff thanked her, slipping the belt on. It still felt heavy, but much easier to carry on his hips. He noticed he had to jut out his crotch to counter balance the huge weight. He was already starting to regret the belt already. "The coupon's are for today only, so lets grab them and go work out!"
"Dude, I'm not going to work out all bloated on milk and cookies."
"Psh dude you'll be fine."
Begrudgingly, Jeff followed Paul, who was busy reading the instructions. "Oh hey, it says here I should mix it with milk. Might as well."
Paul let Jeff sit down as he grabbed their milk and cookies. Jeff felt a bit winded. He didn't notice his abs pushed out slightly as he sat down. Soon, Paul was back with a tray piled high with cookies and two full pitchers of milk. "Dude, this is sooo much."
Paul pulled out a bottle, pouring in the dosage and some milk, starting to shake it. "Ya, but their so good. Try them!"
Jeff was about to say no when his hand grabbed one and shoved it in his mouth. His taste buds danced as the sugar and chocolate tickled his palette. Soon, he stuffed another and then another into his mouth. He grabbed the pitcher after downing half a dozen cookies, gulping straight from the pitcher.
"Woah dude, take it easy. I thought you didn't want to get bloated?" Jeff didn't respond, simply letting out a satisfied "ahhhh" as he finished off the pitcher. Paul couldn't help but notice the milk mustache didn't go away. As Paul sipped his supplement, he watched as the milk soaked into his friend's face, forcing out little hair sprouts. As Jeff dove back into the cookies, his mustache came into full and a heavy 5 o'clock shadow wiggled out across his face. What Paul didn't notice was Jeff's stomach slowly expanding, pushing his shirt out and then up, revealing his belly button. Surprisingly, his abs didn't disappear under the sudden fat, instead stretching across the slowly burgeoning ball.
As Jeff finished off the last pitcher, he licked his finger's clean of crumbs. He let out a satisfied belch, then patted his stomach contentedly. In his food coma, he didn't process that his stomach wasn't flat. Paul was milldly transfixed by his friend's transformation that he didn't notice the hair on his arms turning a chestnut brown, or that it was thickening. He scratched his head, missing the two growing nubs.
"You ok Jeff? Not feeling... bloated?"
"Naw man. I feel great!" Jeff stood up, noting the greater difficulty but dismissing it as a result of the food coma. Paul got up after him, walking a bit awkwardly. His shoes were really lose for some reason.