The weightlifter slammed the glass down on the counter.
"Wow, that was quick." The guy behind the counter said, slightly taken back by the scene.
"Yeah, I was fucken.." the muscle head held up his hand as if to stall any further comments. His stomach grumbled loudly, but before the attendant could ask anything, a loud rolling belch was fired at him. In true jock fashion he pumped his fists into the air.
"Yeah, I'm the man! Bet you've never heard something that glorious huh," the gym junkie looked at the name badge "Jim?"
"Nope, truly it was a wonder to behold." Jim said, somewhat sarcastically.
"If anyone asks you can say that it was the work of Cody the Great." Just then, Cody's mobile rang. "Hey, Kez my man, what's up? Hold on," Cody looked back at Jim "Make me another one, and this time, make it a double. Could hardly taste any shit, whatever was in it."
"Coming right up." Jim hated dealing with arrogant customers and despised it when they insisted on holding conversations loud enough to be heard a block away. Jim put various ingredients into the mixer and switched it on, just like his uncle/boss showed him how.
He looked over at Cody and wondered how much time he put into the gym. Had to be pretty damn often given his definition. Looking at his face, he realised he was rather good looking also; square jaw with just a hint of stubble, deep blue eyes combined with short chestnut hair. Just the type of guy Jim usually went after. And in all likelihood, just the type of guy that would beat him to a pulp for staring.
He quickly turned his attention back to the blender, noticing the drink had yet to hit the green color it predecessor had. His focus was brought back to Cody.
"Hey, what's taking so long?"
"You wanted double the flavoring yeah? Just takes a little while to mix it all." Jim sighed.
"Takes too damn long *urrp*" Cody patted his stomach. "What's in that stuff anyway. I feel pretty bloated."
"I just put in what the boss tells me too." Jim shrugged.
Cody rubbed his stomach "Whatever gas I have is your fault." Jim was about to dispute the notion when Cody squeaked out a *phhhht*. Jim was far from impressed.
Cody turned away from Jim and continued to talk into his mobile, even commenting about his bloatedness and his "fart that smelled like vanilla". Jim had to admit that it did.
Jim looked at Cody's side profile. His attire- an old white t-shirt and grey sweats, left little to be desired in Jim's opinion. Jim looked at Cody's stomach and noticed that it bowed out slightly.
"Needs to spend a little more time in the gym..." he grumbled to himself as he went to the supply room, eager to escape Cody's continual belching.
Too engrossed in his conversation, Cody missed the first small transformation taking place. His stomach slowly continued to bow outwards, forming a slight sphere that began to press against his shirt. His baggy sweats didn't show his thighs slowly swelling, though his already ample ass was shaping up to form two wide basket balls. Cody belched out loud again, and the growth halted, leaving a round 45 inch waist where a 32 used to be. The shirt was now tight and riding up a little, revealing a trail of hair.
Jimmy came back out again and stopped to look at his customer.
"Uhhh..."