Andrew started the car, but felt distracted, there was something he wanted, no needed, to do. Without thinking he reached over the passenger side, his fat fingers discovering a bad there he didn't remember purchasing at the gas station, but he must have, it didn't teleport here on it's own. He lifted the bag and rested it on his heavy gut, he could feel the far side hitting the steering wheel now, "Damn, what if I get too fat to drive?".
Reaching into the bag he pulled out a lighter, "a lighter? why did I buy a lighter?" Reaching in again he pulled out a box of cigars, heavy and wide. "What the fuck?" Andrew thought to himself, "I don't smoke." But he found himself opening the box, almost in a trance. He pulled one out and bit off the end, spitting the tobac out the window. He felt distanced, almost like watching a movie, but could feel the end of the wide stogie enter his mouth, feel how his lip curlled around it, molding to it's shape like a long term smoker. The need he had been feeling intensified, as if his new body felt the closenss of what it desired. "Oh hell!" Andrew thought to himself, "I'm having a nic-fit. This damn stuff has turned me into an addicted cigar smoker." He watched, unable to resist the need as his other hand lifted up and lit the cigar, felt himself breath it in deep and blow smoke through his thick beard onto his hair gut.
Looking into the side mirror Andrew saw his heavily bearded face with the fat cigar sticking out of it, the smoke curling through his facial foliage. He could see the way his lip was molded to the cigar, permanently warped like a man who had been holding a cigar there for many years. His eyes started to tear up seeing the fat hairy old cigar bear he had become.
"I've got to get home, I've got to do something...." He turned on the car and steered back onto the road, the wheel rubbing his belly, every bounce sending ripples through the rolls that covered his waist, causing his soft man tits to bounce on his belly fat. "There has to be something I can do."