Later, at dinner, Lance and his family were discussing what happened today.
It was then Lucille noticed Lance was gradually eating his mash slowly.
"Honey?" she asked.
"Are you ok? You've hardly touched your food."
"Yeah, I'm fine." Lance said uneasily, scratching the back of his neck.
It was then Lance felt himself swelling up, like a balloon.
Lance's moustache bristled a little, as he poked his belly. it seemed a little firmer than normal.
"Honey, something's up with you." Lucille said. She stared at her husband - he looked slightly pudgier than before. "Maybe you need to go on a diet."
Pop!
Lance looked and gaped. his shirt buttons were starting to pop off.
"Oh boy." Lucille said. "You definitely need a diet; your clothes seem to be getting tighter to wear."
"Well, maybe you're right, honey, you always are." Lance said, hardly noticing his neck seem to physically plump in his hand.
Pop!
another shirt button popped.
pop!
then another.
pop!
pop!
pop!
soon, all of his shirt buttons had popped off.
Lance gasped. His inflation made him look fat.
Lucille had to pinch herself before she realized what was wrong with him. "Honey, If I know things, and I do, I know people don't instantly grow fat like that." She motioned to Lance's inflated belly.
"You're not wrong honey!" Lance exclaimed, both surprised and horrified at the same time. "Something is causing me to get fatter without putting on weight! I tell you, it's crazy!"
as he said that, his voice seemed to be getting higher, and sounded more squeaky. His kids giggled at this a bit.
"What the-?!" Lance said, "My voice!"
He instantly felt his fine leather belt snap in two, with the buckle going off with a ping, shooting all the way across the room.
Lance looked down at his inflating belly. His clothes began to get tight under the pressure of inflating, and becoming overweight via being filled with air.
His feet began to get tighter in his shoes.