Before you went downstairs, thoughts crept into your head. You saw hair growing out of your scalp once more, and ire momentarily filled your massive frame. Fortunately, moments later, it was clear it would not grow much further, retaining your severe baldness. Instead, you noticed as your hair rippled across your body, turning white.
The stark change was far more obvious with all the shit and grime across your belly, and as you thought about it more, you let out a noxious, intensely pleasurable belch. Your belly grew even more massive as the gas escaped your body. You had to be 550 pounds now, and as you began caressing your scalp, you did not realize that you were reactivating the ointment that was still absorbing, intensifying your awakening lust, taking the corruption deeper.
Jack's story about his father seeped deep into your heart. You felt for him, you felt how he needed someone. You knew he needed a daddy. But such a dominant slobby man deserved more than any regular father, he deserved a daddy who would let his boy do anything to him.
As you grew into this new personhood, you desperately grasped for your cock, unable to reach it due to your massive arms not being able to reach around your multitude of folds. This arousal deepened your need, and reawakened you. You may not have technically been any older, but you knew that Jack needed something.
Bursting out of the bathroom, practically tearing the door, barely on its hinges already, off its frame, you rushed down the stairs with a vitality only elderly slobs ever seemed to have, ready to present your slobby acceptance of yourself to your future partner.
Jack looked at you...