Andrew got into his truck and began to pull out of the parking lot. Andrew's sudden burst of hunger took him by surprise. Before the ointment, he would have never been able to be hungry in less than an hour after such a big meal, much less eat such a big meal. Sitting down in his truck, Andrew could really feel how tight his pants were now. Worse yet, as he drove in search of the next meal they seemed like they were getting tighter. "oh shit!" he thought aloud as he passed the mall and went towards the center of town.
He didn’t know what to do. After only few minutes Andrew could feel that increasing pressure along his waist. He peered into the rear-view mirror when he came to a stop at the traffic light to look at his reflection. His substantial moustache had grown still longer and fuller, and worse yet, his stubble. It too was now growing at a rapid rate. Soon he’d have a beard, he figured, with the speed the hairs were growing...
“God! I must-a put on way to much of that stuff,” he said to himself. He was nervous. When was this going to stop? He thought for sure he was done with changing this morning, but he just seemed to keep growing.
Andrew pulled up at a near by restaurant. It was a pretty cheap place and he still had some money left over. He loved the food, and he craved for a good BLT right now, and they certainly had good BLTs. He stopped and thought for a second… should he go in? it’d be horrible if he sat down and began to grow a beard in front of the waitresses, or worse still, grow out of his clothes.
Andrew looked down. He had a belly all right, a paunch. Not huge, but it was sticking out quite a bit, and the fabric of his shirt seemed to have slid up higher, exposing the base of his hair-covered stomach. Andrew wasn’t too happy about this. He figured it was worse because he was sitting down, but he felt the pressure all around, his legs, his thighs, even across his chest his shirt was starting to grow tighter. Andrew breathed deep. It seemed like maybe, just maybe the changes had slowed since he had stopped at that light a mile or so back. He couldn’t be sure. Should he go in? he wondered.