Erick had arrived at the mansion that night at 5'10", and a skinny 130 pounds. Now he estimated his body as being a muscular 180.
Erick was amazed by the carrot... it changed him so quickly... he had to try something else. The kitchen had a small fridge in it, one that looked somewhat modern, he opened it and found it was working... and full. There was a large glass of milk in the fridge, and he pulled it right out. It looked fine, it smelled fine. "Hey, milk does a body good, right?" he said as he drank the cup down. He finished it off quick and burped, thinking how sweet the milk was as well. He waited a moment, and the next change happened. It wasn't what he expected at all.
The change started his stomach swelling... and that was all. His somewhat small gut began to grow. It inflated every second, growing like a baloon set on a hose. Rolls formed on his sides, first a bulge at the hips of his pants, then a slight crease on top of it which grew into a full fledged roll, another forming on top and another on top of that. The small sag of the stomach intensified. Rather than drooping down a half inch, it sagged down 1, then 2, then 3, followed by 4, 5, 6, and 7 inches over his waistband. His small gut had been maybe 34 inches around at the waist, but it was swelling to 40, then 55. He was absolutely huge. He was staggering to hold up his still swelling stomach, his jeans fought to keep him contained. He had to be 250 pounds now. Suddenly the seams on the crotch of the jeans popped open, letting his gut be pulled down by gravity, forcing it into a slow bounce... and it stopped... His stomach was ENORMOUS! He couldn't reach his hands around to the front... he couldn't get close. At it's furthest point it was probably 5 feet out from his face. Erick was having a hard time lifting the gut. He didn't know it yet, but he'd been inflated to 300 pounds.