Antoine pursed his lips slightly and thought of how to test it. He looked over at his desk calendar and saw a date circled with the words "Rugby meeting with Coach: Discuss making weight" He sighed.
In High School, his lighter weight wasn't as much of an issue. Now in college, however, it was evident that without the right mass behind him, he'd probably get bumped down to being a towel boy for all his bigger peers... if this thing actually worked then he could make weight! Thinking, he tried to place most of his teammates on a scale in his mind. Thinking they were mostly in the 220 range. His mind was made up. 220 pounds was where he'd go.
Clicking on weight, a new box popped up that said "weight post transform" and a section stating "advanced options." not wanting to mess around too much, he decided to just change the base weight. Clicking in the box, he typed in 220. Searching around, he clicked the "begin" button and felt a zapping feeling across the back of his neck. Just his nerves, he thought. He waited... and waited. Nothing.
A knock came from his door. "Coming!" He shouted as he got up from the computer, not noticing a countdown timer on the bottom left of the screen. 5 minutes until change. Opening the door, he was greeted with the neckline of a rather big guy. Looking up, he saw the grinning face of his teammate, Jake. 6'4", 230 pounds of thickness, brown hair and a goofy grin.
"Hey Antoine, could you help me out with some homework?" He said just wandering in. "It's just for business basics. You're pretty good at that, right?"
Antoine nodded. "Sure big guy, what's the trouble..." Antoine trailed off as he heard a slight beeping coming from his computer, which faded off and stopped completely. "Hmm, wonder what that was?" He thought to himself. Little did he know, the countdown had just hit zero. At first, the changes were faint and negligible. The two rugby players sat at the living room table reviewing the homework, when Antoine began to feel odd...
His waistband felt... snug somehow. His belly had bowed out a little, and his once v-shaped torso bulged out at the hips, where he'd sprouted lovehandles.
Jake looked at him a little funny and cleared his throat. "Hey, have you been packing on weight for your meeting next week man? It's starting to show." Antoine raised an eyebrow "What? I haven't put on a pound." Jake laughed under his breath "yeah right. I might be dumber than you, but I'm not THAT stupid."
Antoine looked down and his eyes went wide. He was inflating! His lean body was swelling out, but none of it looked like muscle... Gripping his belly, he could feel it growing in his hands "Shit! I'm getting fat!"
Jake watched in awe as his teammates belly swelled out from under the shirt. Antoine felt his clothes constrict around his softening figure as the pounds piled on. Stitches began to pop. The seat of his shorts began to pull apart, exposing the two chubby, growing globes of his ass. Jake was getting hard watching the spectacle. This was the kind of thing he dreamed of!
Antoine yelped as his chest became two chubby man-boobs and his belly folded over his belt line. His clothing slowly tore open, exposing the plush flesh growing all over him. Soon the fabric fell in tatters to the floor, leaving him fat and exposed in front of Jake. He hit 220 pounds of jiggling, bouncing bulge.
Jake stood up, sporting a huge hardon in his shorts. "Oh man.... what just happened to you? You're so fuckin fat! So fuckin hot!" He said as he pushed into Antoines chubby belly.
What happens next?