I looked at him and said one word quietly.
"Bears."
The officer's uniform was meant to fit the 200 pound six 8 pack lean muscle hunk that this officer had been when he woke up this morning and many mornings before. But it could barely contain the 250 pound man standing before me with his gun trained on me. As soon as I spoke the word, he dropped his gun, nearly falling himself as the new spare tire he was sporting grew even more. His clothes tore off, and his belly spilled out as he passed the 300 pound mark and leveled out around 330. His 6'4 frame was well filled out now, and he looked in amazement as his beard grew out, meeting the thick pelt of hair now on his once shaved weight-lifter's chest.
His eyes were unfocused for a moment. When he focused again, he wandered over to his partner - who was also modeling the latest in hairy guts. Mad lust overtaking them, they tried to embrace each other - but two big guts got in the way and they nearly bounced off of one another. They finally managed to get into a big hairy bear hug, and began making out madly - bushy beards rubbing together as they kissed.
The men groped and fondled one another, grunting as they kissed. It wasn't long before this bunch of fat hairy men were all stroking each others bodies and admiring one another's guts and big bushy beards.
It would take them all years to get back into shape - and they would never be in shape like they were before. But they didn't want to be in shape now anyway - all they wanted to do was stay big and hairy and play with one another. They wouldn't turn heads for the same reasons any more - that much was certain. They wouldn't care about impressing women anyway, now that they all had a new sexual appetite for other men!