When you got home you put the muffins in the fridge and started working out.
The sweat poured off of you and you could feel yourself growing more muscled.
When you finished you pulled out the muffins and a jug of milk and downed them both.
Exhausted from your workout you flopped down on the bed and began to have visions of things you never thought
of. Visions of your perfectly muscled body. Visions of the girls hanging all over you. Visions of being
wealthy.
When you awoke the next morning nothing could have been farther from the truth.
You couldn't see over your large belly. The man tit's started to hang down into your face and you could feel
your double chins. You rolled over on your side and eventually pulled yourself up.
Looking at yourself in the mirror you had to be well over 600 pounds of butterball.
What the hell happened you thought.
There wasn't a thing there for you to wear and you had to go find the muffin shop and ask them what had
happened but how in this state.
You decided to call your best friend Gary.
When he arrived he pulled you close and began to embrace you like he had never done before.
Damn you are so sexy.
But Gary you aren't gay and neither am I.
Aren't I? And I know you want this. He whipped out his 12 inch cock and spun me around like I had never been
spun before and with one quick shove he was inside of me and it felt so right.
I felt the heat of the embarrassment flush my body and the friction of his cock invading my ass.
I panted heavily and with a loud thump we collapsed on the floor. Gary still lodged in my ass but laying on
top of me.
When we caught our breath I told Gary I needed some clothes and he took some measurements and headed out. It
took several hours but he came back with clothes. Big clothes. When I put them on they were clearly 4 sizes
too large.
Did you take the wrong measurements?
No. Gary said.
Then what the hell!
Don't worry those will fit soon enough.
Oh no I am big enough.
Are you sure?
Hell yea!
What if I had this? He took out a couple of huge bags of groceries and I couldn't help myself I was hungry.
When he got done stuffing me we waddled my fat ass out the door, which wasn't easy and I went in search of the
muffin store. I knew where it should have been but it wasn't there.
I caught a glimpse of someone and grabbed him by the arm. I knew it had to have been the guy who sold me the
muffins but when I looked at him close it was clearly different. As I let his arm go I was sure I heard him
say "I told you to nuke the muffins they leave a bad taste in your mouth if you don't"