Dave sill laying on the floor with the pen in his hand continued to think of what to do.
"I could mess with Janet, she always annoyed me. Oh or I could mess with Nick the dick." Dave said to himself.
While pondering on what to do next his stomach let out a loud rumble. He thought about getting something to eat when he remembered he could just use the pen. Grabbing the paper he had been writing on he starts writing.
'I'm getting Fat'
That was all he wrote before he tore the paper by pushing to hard on it.
"Shit" he said getting up and sitting in his chair. "Lets try again" he said.
'I'm getting Fates Fry House delivered to my office in the next hour, and nobody cares.'
Dave knew the guy who ran Fates Fry House, his name was Fate. There was some story behind the guys name, but Dave could only remember tiny bits of it. Fate built his restaurant from nothing, and became popular because of his special cooking techniques. Fate fried everything he made, and somehow it made everything taste amazing.
At this point Daves mouth started watering at the thought of eating, and he started rubbing his belly in anticipation. His stomach felt warm to the touch and somehow it felt softer than it had been. It took a minute before Dave realized what was happening, he looked and his once tone body has gotten soft, covered with a layer of fat. Looking at the paper he quickly scratched out 'I'm getting Fat'.
Daves body stopped getting fatter and he just sat on his chair wondering what he could do now. His sweater tightly hugged his body, just moments from bursting off of his body. Dave actually was turned on by this change to his body making his member rock hard. leaning back to try and enjoy himself, his chair groaned and gave way causing him to crash to the floor.
"Fuck that hurt" he said rubbing his tail, which had also been covered with a soft layer of fat. He leaned against his desk and it started to groan, not wanting to break anything else he got off of the desk and grabbed the pen.
'My office will change to perfectly fit my body as it changes, and whatever I think I need. Nobody would notice this' he wrote.
Daves office started to change right in front of his eyes. His desk got slightly bigger and looked like it had been built way more sturdy. The chair that he had crushed under his own weight was no longer broken and changed similarly to the desk, it also now had a hole in the back for his tail. The room seemed to be bigger even with the desk and chair taking up more room, but Dave thought it was just his imagination. The bathroom connected to his office even changed, although nothing in it changed it had gotten at least twice as big.