I took the new measurements of Scott's blimped bod, very aware of his erection and my own. It (as with the rest of him) was big, rivalling pornstars that you knew couldn't be real. Unfortunately, I realised that I had not previously measured his member, thus I had no reason to this time (Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!).
His height had increased to 6'3", his chest 56", arms 34", thighs to 40" and his waist to a whopping 44". His weight had shot up by 56lbs and the electronic scale had revealed his body fat percentile to be 31.7%.
"So what's the damage?" I showed him the results and watched his mouth hang open as he went through his chart. He was silent (well as silent as one could be with a stomach gurgling) for a few minutes which allowed me to think of the next course of action.
Whilst reviewing the situation in my head, my own slightly curved stomach had also begun to rumble quietly. I had always kept myself in shape, with a stocky frame defined enough (but nowhere near Scott's previous form) to keep me from being fat. I had the same type of figure Russell Crowe had before he developed his beer belly. Topped of with a blond army cut, I wasn't that hard on the eyes either, my solid jaw giving the impression that I was nowhere near overweight - just built.
A belch from Scott quickly brought my attention back to him.
"So what happens next?" He looked at me, with a glint of something in his eyes. Damn he's hot.
"Well, you move in here, like I said. Then we try to figure out what exactly happened, stabilise it then treat your condition."
"Stabilise? You mean this could happen again?" He stood up, a hulking mass of bulk.
"Well there hasn't been anything to indicate other wise."
"What about you?" He asked, genuinely concerned.
"I don't know really."
"I'm sorry about that. Really if I knew..." He pressed his hand against my stomach, my shirt still open.
"Don't worry about it I mean look at you." He chuckled as I put the charts and tape down next to some more of the vials.
"Hey, um, do you think I could get something to *burp* wear maybe? Not that I mind being naked, it's just..."
I turned, realising that I had forgotten about the need for clothes. I was about to answer him, when suddenly I belched. My stomach began to grumble, and I had a sudden flash of deja vu.
This time as with Scott, we were treated with a show unobstructed by clothes. My gut slowly inflated along with my thighs and I could feel my butt press against my jeans. As my shirt had already popped open there was nothing to stop this globe from expanding until it hit my fly. My bloating gut hit the zipper and slowly forced it down under it's gurgling mass untill it had been forced completely open. My thighs then split my jeans in half, freeing my ass from my undewear aswell, the act causing my cheeks to bounce. My pecs grew bigger, avoiding a complete rounding but not looking as muscular as Scotts. It all stopped in a few minutes, my clothing in shreds around me. I looked down at myself, my transformation being like the before and after pictures of Matthew Perry at his worst- but with more everything!
I farted and quickly came to my senses, running over to the vial that held a temperary stabalizing agent. It would have to do for the time being. I went back to Scott, who stood there almost drooling! At a time like this. Well, I suppose blowing up at him would just be 'the pot calling the kettle' and if I look anything like him...
Ahhhhhh focus damn it!
"Here drink this quick!" I thrust a vial into Scott's hands.
"But what-"
"Just *BUUUUUURRRRRRRRRP* do it! Please?" I really didn't have time for any arguments- its funny how time only seems to matter when it's yours thats concerned ain't it?
We both downed the formula and both of our stomachs settled. I looked from mine to him and smiled in relief.
"What was that?" He asked as he gave me the empty vial.
"Oh just a little something that should stop the effects for now."
"So your stuck with it too huh?"
"I guess so. Damn, I never planned on it being contagious." I said as I put the vials away.
"You make it sound like somethings wrong." He was suddenly behind me, his gut and dick rubbing into my bloated self as he put his hands on my shoulders.
"Well, uh... umm, you see..."