John felt kinda funny and soon he was growing larger and larger. The suit kept up by molding to his size. It even went beyong the size it started at!
"Found the gloves and boots, but no beard," said Ted over the stall.
"Uhh..slide em under the door," John said.
He saw the boots and gloves slide under the door and he grabbed them. He was still growing so putting the boots on caused major jiggling. He manager to get them on and squeeze his meaty paws into the gloves as well.
"When's this gaining gonna stop," he asked himself as he seemed to pass the 500 lb. mark.
"When you want it to," said Ted on the other side of the door that was bowing from John's massive butt.
John concentrated on stopping and he soon did.
"Done...Finally."
He couldn't get out of the dressing room though. He was too fat to turn around in the tiny stall and too fat to fit through the door.
"Just fart the door off."
"Fart it off?"
"Yeah."
"Well...Ok...," John scrunched up his face and let loose a huge fart that blasted off the door and part of the wall of the room. [PPPFFFFFRTTTT!]
"Better?"
"Yeah. I feel...so...good. And bloated."
"Bloating is a little side effect. It should wear off later."
"Oh," BURRRRRP,"Ok." John saw a bench and had to sit down. The new massive him was straining to keept up so he sat his huge butt down and listened to the strain of the metal bench.
"Fart and burp all you want. No one should come in today."
"Cool," said John farting again. [PPPPFFFFRRRTTTTT]
"Nice."
"Thanks man," said John absent mindedly scratching one of his big buttcheeks.
"You look like a hotter, younger, Santa," said Ted.
"Heh. I feel like it too." [PPPPPPFFFRRTTTT] [BBBBBUUUURRRPPP]
The bench was against a wall so John sat back and rested his fat, gloved hands ontop of his huge gut burping and farting loudly as Ted read a magazine at the counter.
"So now what?" [PPPFFRTTT]
What do you do now?