Inspecting your handiwork you start to feel dirty. The stupid gas had touched you. You put a hand on your now soft belly. Maybe you should take a shower. Sure the news said you needed to breath it in, but what if it did anything via the skin but it just worked slower.
You tell yourself to stop worrying, but still find yourself hurrying to the bathroom. Taking off your clothes you sigh as you get a good look at the damage the fog had already done to your body. You were never particularly toned, however any vague definition of muscletone was gone. You were...pudgy. Slightly overweight.
You can probably work it off when the fog clears. Look on the bright side, compared to some of the blobs on the street you should have no issues slimming down without external intervention.
You turn the shower on. You love a good warm shower. You squirt an extra helping of soap on your body and vigorously wash yourself.
With a fascination that surprises even yourself you watch your new flesh ripple as you wash yourself. Briefly you wonder what it would look like if you were even bigger. Images of being a blob, sitting helplessly on the side walk begging for junk food as people slap your impossibly fat ass float through your head. You slap yourself. "Stop it! That's ridiculous."
Getting out of the shower the entire bathroom is blue. You always did like a long warm shower, but you overdid it a little this time.
Your hands reach to open the window and clear the air. You undo the latch, but just as you want to push it open you catch yourself. "Fuck!" You quickly lock the window again.
"Stupid habit. I'll just keep the door open for ventilation."
You head back to the living room. The outside looks the same still. You're not sure what you expected, it's not like your shower took a full day. Still feeling slightly dejected you pick up a shiny fresh apple from the kitchen and fall down on the couch.
Phone in one hand, remote in your other and the apple between your teeth you flip through the channels. A lot of channels had interrupted their usual broadcast for emergency news reports. Technically that meant that the TV had never been more interesting. You take a bite from the apple. Somehow the taste wasn't quite as fulfilling as you'd hoped. It was definitely an apple you were tasting. A healthy juicy apple and yet. Maybe you should get a cookie?
You finish the oddly disappointing apple, you were hungry after all. You turn the volume down and look around the room to decide what to do next.