Adam can't stop laughing at Mario's unfortunate predicament. He walks over and jiggles Mario's flabby man
boob, saying "Damn, you're so fat!" Mario is eye-level not even eye-level with Adam's nipple. Mario is burning
up, both out of embarrassment and because his incredibly attractive, naked, well-endowed, 7-foot roommate is
touching him. Luckily his erection is hidden under a heavy belly. "Leave me alone!" Mario waddles over to the
bed and sits down, drawing ominous creeks from the bed.
Adam walks over to the mirror on the door and checks himself out for a few minutes. Size 18 feet, long, skinny
but well-defined legs, shapely rear, six pack, and big hands. And of course, a huge cock. Mario looks down at
his enormous body. Sausage fingers, arms like country hams, a belly that blocks out his view of his knees, an
ass that spreads out more than twice as far as it used to, and stubby legs.
"What are we going to do?" asks Mario. "About what?" Adam absentmindedly replies. He's so taken with his new
body that he's forgotten there's anything wrong. "Oh, right! Well, we need some clothes."
"I can't go out to get clothes like this."
"I can probably find some clothes to at least get me to the mall. Actually, better make that the Big & Tall,
haha. I'll get clothes for both of us, then we can decide what to do." Mario's not in the mood to laugh. Just
as the guy he secretly has a crush on gets unbelievably hotter, he gets morbidly obese. Adam puts on a pair of
shorts that now look like short-shorts, and a shirt that's hem barely reaches his waistline. "Ok, see you in
an hour or so." Adam opens the door, ducks, and leaves. Mario lays down and tries to pull a blanket over
himself, but it won't cover him completely. Frustrated, he throws the blanket aside and squirms to get upright
again. He stands up, and that's when his stomach lets out another growl. So. Hungry.
Mario waddles over to his desk and snatches up the remainder of the Wonderbread. After devouring it by
stuffing two or three pieces in his mouth at a time, he tears open his snack drawer, pulling out a few bags of
chips and candy bars. Shoving his fat arms into the chip bags isn't fast enough, and he resorts to just
pouring the bags into his mouth. After ripping through the candy bars, he opens the minifridge and downs most
of a 2-liter bottle of soda. After swallowing four slices of leftover pizza, he pauses only for a moment to
consider whether or not he should eat Adam's food too. Another growl from his gut settles the matter, and he
digs into to Adam's box of cookies, two jars of peanut butter, uncooked ramen noodles, and a half gallon of
milk, then collapses on the bed. Before he can think about it, he's fallen asleep.
Mario is awaken by Adam's surprised "What the hell happened in here!?" There are empty food wrappers and
containers all over the room and Mario is covered in Cheetos dust and chocolate smears. "Oh, God!" whimpers
Mario groggily. "Nevermind, we'll clean it up in a bit," says Adam. He hands Mario a bag. "I got the largest
size they had for your height, better safe than sorry." Adam puts on some slim 34"x42" jeans, a v-neck t-
shirt, and some stylish vintage-style boots. Mario manages to get his underwear on, although tighty-whities
barely begins to describe them. It turns out the largest size isn't quite big enough. Mario pulls on his
jeans, but can't get them past his huge ass. "Um, Adam, I need some help" Adam is trying to restrain himself
from laughing as he strides over to lend a hand. With some more struggle, Mario manages to fasten the button
and get on his belt. Serious Muffin top. The t-shirt is too small, and a couple inches of pale flab are
visible between his pants and shirt. Out of breath, Mario sits down on the bed again.
"Ok, NOW what?"