Jeff pulled his bed sheets over his eyes as the sun peeked through the blinds on his window.
'Man, why did the morning have to come so soon? Can't it take a hint and be more dark?' He thought to himself.
"May as well start the day," he grumbled as he threw off his quilt. His eyes still partially closed, he swung his legs over the edge of his bed and sat up, finding it a little harder than what it used too.
'I am so NOT a morning person.' Easing himself up from his bed, he felt a pressure build up in his gut. Stretching his arms up, Jeff let off a loud and deep fart.
"Whew, shouldn't have had that Mexican last night." He said to no one in particular. Suddenly a scene from the Santa Clause flashed through his mind, with Tim Allen having the same morning just before he sees his gut has...
Jeff's hand slowly drifted down to his stomach, but before it could arrive at its destination, a cold draft reminded him of a more pressing need.
"Gotta take a wicked piss."
He entered the ensuite adjoining his bedroom, his mind still in a foggy state. As he flushed, he pulled up the elastic waistband of his pyjamas, his hands brushing against his hips.
"What the...” Jeff looked down and was shocked out of his post slumber haze. A bulbous gut forced his shirt up as if it wanted to greet Jeff 'Good morning!'
Jeff's hands went down, only to confirm that yes, this tanned, hairy beach ball was real and yes, it was stuck on him.
Jeff was hit with memories of what happened yesterday and quickly ran to the full length mirror in his bedroom. Looking at his reflection, Jeff saw the effects one night had on him. His faced was covered with a dark coating of stubble, which when he ran his hand over felt dense and coarse. Body hair that would put Robin Williams to shame peeked out from under his tight, white t-shirt.
'Wait, tight?' Last night, Jeff had stolen one of his brother's shirts to better accommodate his inflating body. Now it was skintight. The short sleeves, enhancing muscles that were softened by a layer of fat, hugged decent sized biceps. His pecs were better defined then they had ever been, but fat once again rounded them out. Jeff wouldn't have been too upset with this had these changes not been over shadowed by what was below.
His belly could not be contained by his brother's shirt anymore and forced it upwards. Covered with brown hair, it reminded Jeff of some of his brother's football buddies, not sagging but obviously fat. Very fat. Stretching out the waistband of his pants, he found that they could probably contain a few more inches, if it wasn't for the fact that his thunder thighs currently stretched them to their limits. Snapping the elastic back, Jeff saw his newly acquired love handles pooch over the waistband, even as it slid down his belly, resting slightly under it. Turning around slightly, he saw that his butt cheeks resembled two large cantaloupes. A side profile revealed how much damage had been done, Jeff looked like an ex baseball star who let himself go.
A knock on his door startled him, but before he could react, his older brother walked in.