(Let me know if you're into this kind of stuff, would love to RP some of it out - send me an email (Natev1@hotmail.com))
Suddenly your belly rumbles, and you rub the nice tub of lard, amazed at how easily the nice large gut molds in your hand. You pat the ample belly gently, trying to console the strange empty feeling, and watching your fat jiggle.
Again, your belly rumbles deeply, and you groan softly.
"Hungry there, big fella?" Jack calls. You nod simply, unable to comprehend much - the urge to eat was growing, overcoming your ability to think clearly.
"Well then, why don't we sit down and have a nice salad?" You nearly laugh out loud at the idea. A salad? Those are for skinny people that care about there looks. Not you - you're a big fat slob, always have been, always will be.
Kindly declining his offer you head to your car - which was a nice portrayal of the new you - trashy, with many dents, tires that looked like they've came off of 4 different cars, and ultimately, stinky. You don't mind the heavy B.O. though, and you slide into the drivers seat (scooting the chair a good ways back to accompany your new found size), and take off toward the nearest, greasiest joint you can find.