Andrew knew that there was something definitely wrong going on. Breaking the Chronovac had definitely had some unexpected side effects. He watch himself in the mirror as his gut grew, little by little. He could see his face becoming rounder and his hair receding. He felt the back of his head and found a bald spot forming.
Andrew began to nervously pace to room, wondering exactly what he was going to do. He stopped in front of the mirror occasionally to look at his body. There was a layer of muscle underneath he soft fat and hair, but it did nothing to distract attention from Andrew's expanding waistline.
After about a couple hours of this, the changes slowed and came to a stop. Andrew could feel them stop and his body felt at ease. He went in front of the mirror to look at his final form.
He had a bit of weight to him. Some would say he was only slightly chubby, but to Andrew fat was fat. There was a good layer of hair covering his body, except for the top of his head. He was mostly bald except for a thin strip of hairs that separated his large bald spot from his very receded hairline. If Andrew had to guess his age he would put himself somewhere in his 30s.
Andrew sighed to himself and set about trying to find some clothes that would fit him. He eventually looked in the attic where his dad had put all his clothes from when he had lost all that weight.
Andrew dressed and looked in the mirror. He decided he should at least shave his face. All in all, it could have been worse...though Andrew had trouble seeing how. As Andrew was shaving he suddenly heard the front door open and shut.
"Hello? Anybody home?"
Crap...