Max saw Ricky using the Chronivac as he chased after him, and redoubled his efforts, going as fast as he possibly could.
Then in triumph, Max reached out and grabbed Ricky. Ricky cried out.
But it was too late. As the Chronivac sailed from Ricky's hand, Max was already changing.
Max's body started expanding, his arms, legs and torso getting thicker. He let go of Ricky in surprise as he saw his forearms growing thicker. He started feeling heavier. He looked down, and saw a belly now. He had love handles.
Ricky watched the Chronivac go sailing through the air, and then disappear into the surf. Gone.
The girl that was Ricky turned and looked up from the sand at the still-expanding body of the fat boy who was his brother standing over him. Max was rapidly living up to his name, as his body maxed out in blubber. His face was nearly unrecognizable behind the chubby cheeks and double chin. He had no neck. His chest was all flabby boy boobs resting on top of a big round beach ball boy belly.
His clothes ripped completely off from all the expanding fat. It didn't matter though, his private area was hidden deep in the folds of his new blubber. He was beyond fat now, and solidly into the realm of obese. He saw his body still expanding and wondered how big he was going to get.
"Great job, 'big' bro," Ricky said sarcastically to her now morbidly obese brother. "Now we're stuck like this."
Max's growth stopped. He was round. He was practically a big sphere. The fat boy started crying as people around him watched in disbelief.
There had been no time to check the awareness settings. The whole beach had watched as Max maxed out. Now the big, fat blob was so fat he couldn't even bend to sit down.
"Look on the bright side," Ricky said, "At least your new boyfriend Dustin likes fatties."