A little kid laughed and pointed to his friends, Jake overheard the phrase "tub of lard." He frowned, he never realized how humiliating it was to have that said about you. Suddenly as it had appeared, his layers of fat melted away. He felt a great relief as his bones and muscles sprung back from carrying that 1000 pound load. He couldn't believe it.
He looked down at the donut in his hand with a bite taken out of it. One bite couldn't do that, could it? Realizing that he was naked, Jake grabbed a newspaper and covered himself he handed the donut to the kid who'd laughed and headed for the locker room.
"Fuck, first a naked tub of lard, now a guy wearing a newspaper. Must be Perverts Day or something. At least I got a donut, want a bite?" Chad asked his pals.
"Dude, that guy already took a bite. I don't eat other people's left overs. Toss it out, Chad!"
"It's a perfectly good donut, Bradley," and Chad took a bite, "Waste not waaaaaaaant no way!" Chad ballooned to 1000 pounds ripping out of his clothing. The 4' 4" kid was now larger in diameter than he was tall. His layers of blubber covered his genetalia, and his knees started to buckle under the added weight.
"Wicked, it must be the donut. Maybe another bite will cure me?" He felt another pocket of fat blossom in his butt cheeks. "Guess every bite goes straight to my hips. Sure you don't want a bite, Steve?"
"Man, Chad, you're like the incredible Pillsbury Doughboy," Mike joked, Steve just shook his head. "Well, I'll take a bite," Mike offered and grabbed the donut from Chad's pudgy fingers.
Ty just shook his head in disbelief as the cool Asian skater punk bit into the cursed donut.