chapter 6 - wow, you got fat!

Matt looked down at his body that had completely changed shape. He was mortified. He didn't quite believe what he was looking at. He lifted himself off his bed and stood up.

As Matt stood up, he noticed that his body didn't feel quite the same. His weight had gone up. He didn't need a scale to know that he was quite a bit heavier now. His weight was evidenced by how slowly and sluggishly he moved. As he stood up, he noticed jiggling that echoed through his body. His legs shook under his weight. He felt his back hurt under the weight of his belly. He could feel his hips rock back and forth as he balanced himself.
He walked towards his full length mirror and he almost lost it at what he saw in the reflection.

He looked like a pregnant woman. There was no two ways about it. His hips had grown and jutted out to the sides. His legs were thick and jiggled as he walked. He could feel the weight rock back and forth and pull him down towards the earth. His belly was now too big and too round to be covered by a t-shirt. His love handles had expanded outwards, almost inflated. They looked too big to be on a guy his size. His belly looked like he had drank a swimming pool. It was heavy and fat, yet stretched out. His navel had become deeper as it was buried in fat. His hipbones had disappeared entirely, covered by an ever expanding layer of gluttony induced lipids. But perhaps the most disturbing thing was that his chest had changed. His flat and flabby chest was now pushing outwards with two globes of fat, inflating his pecs. They were orange sized pear of breasts that extruded from his chest. He grabbed them in terror and squeezed them to confirm that what he was seeing was indeed real. He noticed that stretchmarks had begun to form on his chest, around his nipples. He examined his body further to see that stretchmarks were forming everywhere. On his belly, on his thighs. He was getting too fat, too fast for his skin to keep up with him.
He turned to his side to continue examining his body. As he did he noticed something that shocked him further. His butt had gotten enormous. It was as if his butt had received majority of the damage. Each cheek, had expanded to the size of a basketball, which on a 5'6 frame, looked enormous. He looked like a black lady with an over-sized butt, shaking her booty. His thighs were digging into his underwear and the booty was tearing into it, trying to liberate it's heavy, expanding mass. Most of the weight had gone to this area.
He lifted his arms and attempted to flex them but he ran into no muscle to speak of. Instead, his arms dangled down with the newly localized fat that sagged down from his arms. He grabbed his bicep and squeezed. He didn't have much muscle mass before but now, it had shrunk. His bicep was as thick as a hotdog and just as weak and flabby.
His narrow shoulders weren't helping either. His silhouette was reminiscent of a highschool girl with weight problems to say the least.
He quickly moved the mass of his body to his pile of clothes and selected a t-shirt. He put the t-shirt over his body quickly to cover his shame. As he turned around and gazed into the mirror, he was mortified at the sight. The t-shirt was way too small for him now. The love handles attempted to burst out and the bottom of his now enormous, pregnant looking gut was visible. His breasts tried to push out of the chest, bending the logo on the tshirt and his nipples were clearly visible through the bulb of flesh. He grabbed a paid of jeans from the pile and grabbed his desk for support as he tried to get his legs in to the pants. He realized that standing on one leg, wasn't an easy as a task as he remembered. He tried a few times to gain balance. He got both legs into the pants and pulled them up. But it became quickly evident that it wasn't going to work. The pants didn't make it all the way up. They stopped at the hips. His fat and overgrown lower half, wasn't going to allow for these jeans. He struggled to get them up further, but it was asking for a lot. The jeans, as hard as he tried, did not get over his enormous butt cheeks. As he struggled and breathed heavily, starting to work up a sweat, it was pretty clear that the size of the pants would never be able to accommodate the size of his butt.
He ditched the pants and grabbed the sweatpants. As he pulled up the sweatpants, even though they got all the way up, they were tight. As he looked into the mirror, he realized that he looked ridiculous. The sweatpants were too small for him. It was evidenced by the fact that seam of the sweatpants in the middle, was digging into his butt crack. He gazed into the mirror and examined his body. He looked overweight. He looked feminine. His butt was way too big for his body. His thighs had gotten way too thick for his frame. His tshirt was way too big for his belly and boobs. His arms too soft and his body, too heavy. Matt was just now beginning to realize that this was real. Not a nightmare.