You fired the blast at him, and watched as the well built man's pyhsique began to rapidly change. It started with his butt, oddly enough, which began to stretch his running shorts, the lycra splitting down the sides as his thighs billowed out. Soon, his legs were rubbing together, giving him an odd chub rub. His belly was next, surging outwards like a wave of flesh as it grew into a belly, then a paunch, then a full on gut, swinging down to his knees. His shirt rolled up to his chest, but then pushed out as flabby man boobs grew where his pectorals were. His face began to get crowded with fat, thick rolls creating new chins, and making him squint a bit as cheeks thickened. His nose widened a bit with his new face, giving him a different sort of look.
His arms thickened swiftly, ripping the short sleeves of his t-shirt, the upper arms wobbling around like soft pillows made of fat. His hands got thick, fingers like sausages one might have said.
Then, you grinned and fired another short blast, and watched as his body exploded with weight. All of his clothes were rendered useless, even his shoes, which split apart at his fat balloon like feet. He was now jogging (well, attempting to) around as a 650 pound naked fat man.
"Um, sir." You said.
"Yes." he huffed.
"You are naked."
He looked down...