He took the glasses off and was immediately hit with a dizzy spell. He held onto the wall while his senses returned to normal. Grabbing his head, he took slow, deep breaths to calm himself down. He took a minute to look himself over and saw he had put on more than a few pounds. Looking down, all he could see was his belly, his chest sagged a little into some noticeable moobs that his shirt couldn’t hide. His ass got fatter and his thighs ballooned out to match, making him round, but even. He checked his pants and saw a wet stain between his thighs that he couldn’t tell what it was (most likely cum). His neck nearly disappeared as he felt his double chin and pudgy cheeks. His outfit looked sloppy as he checked the mirror, like he had just made out with someone on his lunch break. Not only did he look fat, he couldn’t even hide how fat he had gotten. He walked out of his office and locked the door behind him as he checked his watch. Stopping by the break room, he grabbed two cans of soda and the whole tray of leftovers from lunch as he ate and walked. He finished everything and threw it all away before he even left the building, letting out a very loud belch that he was completely unfazed by. He was leaving a little bit later than he normally would, but he wanted to avoid being seen as much as possible. He got to his car and set his stuff down as he looked at the glasses again. He thought about the rave, the anthros, and how he had turned his whole day into nothing but that instance with just a few songs. Would he dare go back in there, especially before he got home? He let out a disgustingly wet burp before starting his car.