"Your name is dadbelly57."
'No thank you' you think, instantly exiting the browser window. Just as you lean back in your chair, it reopens.
'What the hell?', you press esc, then ctrl alt delete. Nothing. You then hold the power button, yet it stayed on. In a last ditch attempt, you quickly pulled the plug. The screen went black. You sighed in relief.
Then it came on again.
'Wah, how?" you stared in horror.
You see the words on the screen: 'You're not great with computers are you?'
As you read the words you felt the machine in front of you become almost foreign. Sure you see them at the office, but you preferred to handwrite anyway. Some more text appeared on the screen, except it was blurry. You squinted your eyes, trying to focus. Suddenly, something materialised on your nose. A pair of glasses.
'You've worn glasses since you were 35' said the words.
'35?' you thought, confused. You weren't even over your mid twenties yet.
'You are an overnight 57 year old man'.
You look at your hands, but they weren't yours. They were growing large and wrinkled, thick chubby fingers and calloused palms forming. It didnt stop at your hands. You looked up too see the your webcam turned on, so you could see yourself on the screen. Yto see your face was rapidly ageing , your hair turning a light grey, jowls forming, nose and ears enlarging. In your shirt, you felt roles forming, spilling over the top of your pants, as your arms and legs plumped up inside your clothes, making you around 15 pounds heavier or so. Even your cheeks had rounded out.
'You are a very hairy man, except for your balding hairline. You have a goatee beard and moustache."
You watched in the reflection as your hair shrunk back into your head, your hairline, except for the peninsula of silver hair, a large bald spot appearing at the back of your head. Underneath your snug clothes, grey and silver hairs began to spread across your body, your pits, pubes and ass hair erupting in a forest of curly hair. It spread up to your shoulders, along your back, up the back of your neck, on your arms, backs of your hands, down your legs and on top of your feet. You watched as your chest grew thick with hair, silver curly hairs popping out the top of your shirt.
Looking back up at your face, you had grown a grey goatee beard around your mouth, a thick bristly moustache on your upper lip. You stoked it, the beard going thicker as you did. up. It did a god job of somewhat concealing your double chin.. You looked at yourself in the screen, before more words came
'You have a 50 inch round belly... and you love it'
You look down to see your stomach was bulging out, expanding rapidly like an inflating beach ball. The
buttons on your shirt begin to strain as your ball gut swells larger, before one by one, pinging off as the round hairy belly that inflated in your lap grew larger and larger. You decided to unbuckle your belt to make way for your new belly. You reached under, fumbling with the buckle, before being rewarded with a snap and a few popping noises, as the buttons on your pants burst. You gave a satisfied sigh, stroking your belly.
You began to moan, rubbing the taunt round ball gut. As the front of your gut began to press up against the desk, you leaned back in your chair, your shirt fully open, your hair coated gut on full display. You guided your hands up the curvature of the round mass, stopping at the pink puffy nubs that were your nipples, covered in wispy grey hairs atop doughy plump sagging hairy man breasts.
Getting to your feet, which took much longer then usual, you stood in front of the screen. Your belly dominated your figure.
More words appeared on screen.
'Ready for more?'