He watched as his belly began to slowly swell, feeling his shirt and his pants begin to tighten. He was in bliss as he felt the chair beneath him start to creak little by little. He could feel his butt swell to meet his burgeoning belly until the two rounded themselves into a smooth curve, meeting in the middle. He could feel his lower abdomen force his legs and hips wide apart until it felt like his knees were practically straddling his ballooned up gut. The chair beneath him finally gave way and caved in, breaking under the weight of his growing body until it reached that perfect smooth, round pear shape he was looking for. Oh, it was heaven.
As he stood up, he could feel his legs getting shorter and chubbier until his rounded body was practically three inches away from the ground. He reached behind himself to touch his humongous heinie, held taut by his tight pants. He could feel himself getting hard down there, which the fact that his own body was turning him on this much was a sure sign that he had perfected his design. He rubbed his belly, which was poking out from underneath his shirt. When he gently massaged it, it was as soft and pliable as fatty bread dough. When he smacked it, it felt as tight and taut as a drum. This was another little detail he added, and the feeling of his gut changing textures sent shivers down his spine.
Experimentally, he reached down to touch his toes. He found that he was flexible enough to touch the floor, bending forward at the hips, but reaching his toes was practically impossible for his body. Standing back up he lifted his leg up in front of him as high as he could. He managed to bring it up about 100 degrees, but any further was exhausting. He lifted his leg behind him this time, managing to grab it in his hand. He felt his tight, fat buns and glutes squeezing against each other as he did, and it made his heart throb with lust. He was beside himself with how his own body turned him on.
Jeff decided to stop stretching and take a look at himself in the mirror. That meant having to head to the bathroom. He noticed that his bedroom door was made wider to accommodate his bottom heavy physique, but his butt did get stuck in the frame for a few seconds. As he walked to the bathroom, he noticed his younger sister Abby fixing herself a mid-afternoon snack. A big mid-afternoon snack. He supposed it was only natural to want to avoid being underweight in this new reality, but how much was she planning on eating by herself? She looked cuter than ever as a big, round pear with baby fat on her arms and cheeks. He wanted to scoop her up and give her a great big hug.
Having reached the mirror, he found that his own arms and face were rather slender. His face was much more handsome, he deduced, so much so that he barely recognized it as his own. He felt good... really good. Also hungry. He was starting to feel a bit hungry. He figured he should fix a snack for himself too, so he plodded over to the kitchen where his sister Abby was having four peanut butter sandwiches to herself. He decided to fix himself a few sandwiches too, maybe five. He felt hungry enough for five.