“Hold on a moment, I’ll be right back,” Jack says as he runs up the attic stairs. You’re a little confused, but he comes back down a few seconds later with the Slobifier and what looks like a box full of beer.
“What the- BRAAAAP!” Your belch interrupts your surprise. “Where was that hiding?”
“It wasn’t really hiding,” Jack said as he put the box down on the table and started pulling out some of the bottles. As he did you can see that they read “Sloven Ale.” “You probably saw it up there but forgot about it in all the excitement.”
“Man, how could I forget about that?”
“Doesn’t matter. Hope you don’t mind that they’re warm?”
You raise a leg in defiance. “*FFFFFFFFT* Of course not.” You go to grab one but Jack stops you.
“Hold up,” He says as he turns back to the fridge. He pulls out two cans and throws you one. “Before that, wanna see who can chug a can of Fatso Cola faster?” You don’t give it a second thought. “Hell yeah!” You holler as you open your can. “On three. One…”
Jack opens his can, “Two…”
“Three!” Both of you start chugging your cans as fast as you can. Some of the soda is spilling down your cheeks and staining your shirt even more, but you don’t care. As you chug you feel your clothes getting tighter as your belly begins expanding, peeking out from under your crusty, unwashed shirt until it rips on the sides and sits on your gut. Your ass inflates, pressing against the seat of your pants until your waistline can’t take it anymore, with the button popping off and the zipper breaking to make room for your new behemoth caboose. You have to keep shifting your feet to adjust for your wider stance, and you feel you face grow a little fatter in keeping with the rest of your body.
When there’s nothing left in the can, you loudly burp in celebration. “*BRAAAAAAAAP* I win!” You see Jack has gotten fatter as well as he finishes his can. “Good job!” he gasps as he drops the can. “Woah, ha ha,” he laughs as he feels his new gut, and you do the same. “I think I actually got a little fatter than you, somehow,” he says with some confusion. You look at the both of you, and he’s right. While you’re now sitting at about 350 lbs, Jack looks like he might be at 375 lbs. You think for a moment, “Huh… Well, I think I spilled some of it on my shirt while I was chugging it.”
“Ha!” he laughs, “That’s how you won isn’t it you fat slob!”
“*FFFFT* Who are you calling fat?” You joke.
“You mad?”
“Heeeeeellll no,” You say as the both of you belly bump, causing you to belch again. “Where did you get these things anyway?”
Jack smiles, “No idea. I woke up from being blackout drunk one day and found a bunch of cases of them just sitting in the kitchen. I’ve been waiting for a while for a good opportunity to use them, and thanks to you and the Slobifier, I finally do!” He goes back to the fridge, bending over and giving you a view of his new oversized behind.
“So what do you want to have next?”