Andrew's trip home becomes longer and longer. Taking a short cut, he got stuck by a freight train that slowed and then temporaliy stopped. Andrew didn't care though as he had his cigar, already half way gone.
After a few quick puffs, Andrew left a tingling all over his body. Quickly focusing his attention to himself in his rearview mirror, he noticed his horseshoe fringe of hair was getting smaller...the male pattern baldness he was given became more extreme, showing a man who looks like he has been bald for 30 years. His face was chubbier, round cheeks under a thickening beard with more gray hairs on his chin and temples. With closer inspection, some of the hairs were white.
His body began to swell wider and softer, flabbier...his gut was now a large beachball, pushing against the steering wheel. The hair on it was thickening and graying too. His pecs became fuller and softer, sagging more on his gut. He could even feel rolls of fat forming from his tits, under his arms, to his very hairy back.
His thighs and ass thickened, thighs hairy and smashing into each other as his knees were pushed away from each other.
His butt, grew flabby and wide, unattracted to most people, but thick and strong enough to help him carry around the massive weight in front.
"What's happening to me?" Andrew moaned in his thick, deep voice, which also had a hint of someone who smoked for a long time.
Finally the train moved and he was able to continue on his way home, but his stomach was beginning to be a problem with the steering wheel. Andrew felt every new pound and every new hair on his body. He knew, deep inside, that he was almost obese, as his body was topping 300 pounds. His knees, even though he was sitting, ached...he didn't know how far this would go. He felt like a man of 50...and looked it too.