Jake liked his new body- it was very nice-looking, after all.
However, his curiosity was getting the best of him. He made his father
more muscular, so he in turn became more muscular. What if he made his
dad not more muscular, but fatter? It was a thought alright. He was
always a tad curious what it would be like to be fat... Not terribly
curious, but passingly. Besides, why not? The program wasn't going
anywhere soon, and he could always change himself back if he wanted to
be thin again.
"Okay then, it's decided," He said, taking another swig of beer. He
looked back at the screen to his father's stats. "Hmm... Slightly
overweight... Overweight... Obese... Morbidly obese... Immobile...
Bulky... I go with bulky to start," He said, clicking.
Name: Joseph Francis DeSantos
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Race: Caucasian
--Ethnicity: 100% Italian
--Nationality: American
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 217
Build: Bulky
Occupation: Accountant
Misc Options:-
He nodded. The program should edit what's needed... He then clicked
submit, and watch the figure on the screen change dramatically. His
furry abdomen bowed out, creating an ample beer gut. Above it, his
father's pecs stayed almost unchanged, or at least through the hair
they were, though perhaps they were a tad softer. A layer of fat came
on top of the model's body, and the beer gut pushed out a little more.
He looked back at his father's stat window.
Name: Joseph Francis DeSantos
Age: 44
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Race: Caucasian
--Ethnicity: 100% Italian
--Nationality: American
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 259
Build: Bulky
Occupation: Accountant
Misc Options:-
"Whoa... Perhaps that's a bit much?" He said, turning back to the
pictures. Before he could look at them in-depth, he felt a now-
familiar warmth. "Oh, yeah!" He said, surprised, as he felt a
concentrated warmth in his stomach. It almost ballooned out of him,
and he felt... full, but hungry. Very odd. He felt a slight warmth on
the rest of his body, but apparently his family was mostly of guys who
carried their weight predominantly in their gut. He was surprised to
find he didn't mind it much- he looked in the mirror to find that he
was still attractive, albeit thicker. Much thicker. His gut was very
round and stretched his shirt out, even though he was in a new
reality. He turned back to the pictures. There he and his dad were,
but instead of being two muscular Italian men, they were fat Italian
men. The picture of his sports-friends was now a picture of a group of
friends at a fast food place- they weren't fat themselves, so he must
have been the fat one. He opened the door to go downstairs to peek at
his dad, but his stomach rumbled. "Might as well grab a few sandwiches..." He said. He didn't even notice he said "a few" until
after he did. "I guess I do that a lot, now..." He said, walking down
the stairs. He glanced at his dad as he walked by the living room, and
sure enough he was a bulky, fat man as he had hoped.
"Hey, kiddo, can you make me a sandwich?" Jacob heard his dad ask. He
nodded.
"I was going to make some for myself, actually," He said say, walking
past his father. He made the sandwiches on instinct, piling them high
with just about everything. He made two plates, each filled with three
or so sandwiches, and thiought "That's a good snack." Then he laughed
a little- that was his whole meal a few minutes ago! You hand Dad the
plate on your way back, and then close the door behind you as you
enter your room. Eating a sandwich with gusto, He contemplated his
next move. Should he see his friends now? Should he change his body
directly for once? Maybe he could change back? Or something else?