Mike paced the living room in the singlet. It left almost nothing to the imagination, except for the cup, which covered what most needed to be. Every step he took caused his new girth to shift and jiggle. He stopped for a minute, then jumped up and down to see the result. His body rippled and bounced, nearly knocking him off his feet, and it reminded him of gelatin. "A big fleshy jello mould..." he said appreciatively, patting the mass that was his belly.
A knock came from the door, while Mike lay in the entrance to the house. Ty slowly opened the door to see Mike laying down, a lot bigger than he had last seen him. Mike looked up at Ty, who was holding his father's clothes. Ty was actually somewhat surprised, as he was used to seeing people grow before him. The last time he had seen Mike, he was a lot different. It didn't shock him though.
"How you doing Ty?" Mike said from the floor. "I know I'm more than Ok." Mike struggled to get up, causing his body to shift and bounce some more. Ty looked at the singlet as it fought to keep Mike contained. He handed Mike the clothes and told him the news " Dad has gotten a bit bigger since you last saw him Mike. I don't know if these are small enough for you."
Ty knew he could change the size of the clothes at any time, but Mike didn't know that. "How much bigger would I have to be Ty?" Mike said with a hint of childish anticipation. Ty had accidentally turned Mark into a 370 pound blob while he had tried to control his new powers. "About 100 pounds." Ty said with a bit of a smirk.
"Would you, Ty? Please?" Mike pleaded. Ty closed his eyes "So you realize it's been me doing it all along, Mike? Thats a good observation." Mike grinned and waited for Ty to work his magic. Ty said the words "I wish that Mike would gain 100 more pounds."
Mike laughed and waited in the lobby. The growth started again, and the singlet tried to hide it. The stressed spandex groaned, it's stitches began to pop only 10 pounds into the swelling. The singlet ripped up the seams, exposing the rolls that piled on top of one another. The suit popped off in front, letting Mike's enormous gut to spread out. His thighs and butt made the fabric on his lower torso join the front, letting the seams burst and his body get free. He held onto the cup, so as not to really gross Ty out, not that anything could be seen with all the new fat.
His stomach grew more and more, sagging down over the cup and holding it in place. His navel had grown deeper as the transformation had continued. His hips grew bigger, and pushed up the love handles that continued to appear. His chest grew heavy, going south. His fingers became pudgy digits. He passed by 320.
"Oh man Ty. I'm going to be absolutely huge, but I can't help but want more..." Mike said in ecstasy. Ty responded to puffed up pal "I could always make you bigger, but you'll need new clothes first."
Mike fell to the ground under the still piling weight. At 340 pounds, he was unable to stand. His stomach spread over his thighs and touched the ground, where it continued to grow. The fat on his butt grew so thick that he sat higher than normal. He fell back with a thunderous whump, causing his ever increasing mass to jiggle. His last 10 pounds were added, 365, 366, 367, 368, 369, 370.
Mike lay there at twice yesterdays weight. It felt amazing. Ty helped him up, adding some muscle mass so that he could support himself, and they crammed him into Marks clothes. It took an effort, seeing as though they had to add 10 pounds of muscle mass to his legs and torso. Standing at 380 pounds, Mike and Ty went to Mikes practice, to see if he would be kicked off the team.