It took a few minutes to get up to Dutch's apartment. The clock on Mike's transformation was about to end, and he was already beginning to grow slightly. Dutch didn't have a very big appartment. It was basically just a bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom.
Dutch walked into the kitchen. "TV is in the bedroom, man. Go check it out, I'll get us some snacks." Mike nodded. "Okay, I'll get the movies ready." Mike walked into the bedroom and looked around. The walls were covered with bodybuilders. Dutch's inspiration. Mike didn't really understand why anyone wanted to be a muscleman, fat seemed like so much better a choice. He looked around a bit, and saw a magazine sticking out under the bed. He saw a belly on it.... He knelt down and picked it up, rifling through, seeing page after page of naked fat guys. So... Dutch liked big boys, huh? He looked back down, another magazine. It was full of morped images of insanely muscled guys....
He grinned. Dutch liked size. Suddenly, Mike felt a tingle. It started at his core and spread across his body. He began to swell. His belly inflated a little, his hips widened, his chest softened. His clothes tightened, and he began to feel it. He looked down, and his eyes went wide. His thin body had been replaced by a chubby one, and he was growing! His belly grew rounder and heavier, pushing out of his shirt. "Oh no! The thing actually worked?! I'm gonna be huge!"
His jeans tightened on his waist, getting snugger and snugger. His button burst from his jeans and hit the wall, just when Dutch was walking in. Dutch looked on, eyes wide, as Mike inflated larger and larger in front of him. Mike wobbled back and fell onto the bed. His clothes tearing as he got fatter. His shirt hiked up his stomach, the seams on the side popping one after another. more and more of his new flesh appearing. His jeans groaned loudly, the crotch and seat busting . He quickly outgrew all his clothing. His breifs attempted to contain his expanded girth, but they soon fell to peices as well.
Mike was left nude on Dutch's bed, 400 pounds with his stiffest hardon ever. Dutch took a few seconds to speak. "What the hell happened to you? You... You're massive! It's so... hot!" He grinned, stepping forward. Mike blushed, and just as he was about to explain, Dutch was on him, rubbing his new body, and stripping down.
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30 minutes later, they were laying in Dutch's bed, Dutch's arm wrapped around Mike rubbing his new chest. "So, a machine did this to you?" Dutch asked. "Yeah, I should be changing back soon though... wanna head over to my place and see what that thing can do?"