chapter 3

Harry walked out the door with his jiggling and hungry belly really pissed off. If doctor Vivian Wu, wasn't such a hotty, he probabably would have told her off. He told her of a real problem and she blew him off telling him, to "exercise more and eat less". She did however tell him that if within a month's time he didn't see any results, that he should report back to her and that she had an experimental weight loss drug called MD-227 and that it might he of assistance. But for now, he'd have to settle for losing weight the old fashioned way.

Although Harry's new body was tired and sore, he garnered up the willpower to walk home as it was just two miles away. In the past this would have jogged or briskly walked home, but somehow now knowing that he'd gained 31 lbs and that he was officially obese, changed his perspective. His new weight and his view of himself as being out of shape caused him to stop several times on the way home to get a candy bar here, an icecream cone there, and even a stop to get pizza.

After downing two slices initially and devouring a second order of two slices, along with a large coke, three times filled, he felt more satisfied. He also felt strangely aroused as he rubbed his taught belly that now had his pants literally bursting at the seems. As he got up he heard a loud ripping noise followed by cool air racing in over his plumpened right hip. Laughter erupted, and Harry watched in horror as a little girl pointed at him and said, "Look Mommy, the fat man ripped his pants". Harry was never so embarrassed nor so turned on in his whole life. "What the fuck is wrong with me he thought", shuffling his beefy body out of the pizza shop.

The remainder of his walk home was much slower as Harry was filled to the gills, had a raging hard on, and was doing his best, taking short steps to not further rip his pants.

Sweat covered and reddened through embarrassment, hornieness, and merely just being out of shape, Harry had forgotten that he lived on the third floor of a walk up apartment.

With every labored step upwards with his right thigh, the tightly stretched pants gave way with the seems ripping even more. His belly jiggled with each step and his cock tingled with blood he could feel coursing through it.

When the out of breath Harry finally reached his apartment without being seen, he was washed over with relief. That was until he opened his door.

Inside his apartment at the wall facing opposite of his studio door sat Leticia, with her legs crossed and munching on a donut from a big box on the table.

"What the fuck are you doing in my apartment Leticia?"

Ignoring him she took another bite from her cream filled donut, "Mmmmmmmmm, so good, so sweet, so fattening"

"Well then you probably shouldn't be eating them then", said Harry with his usual swagger.

"Oh no, there not for me, but for you, fatty", said Leticia matter of factly. Harry's belly growled audibly at the sight of his favorite donuts, chocolate covered with sprinkles.

"Just get out", said Harry.

Getting up slowly with her donut still in hand, Leticia slowly sauntered over to Harry. As she did so, he noticed something very different about the goth girl. She was still a very big girl but she looked he could tell that she'd been working out by her posture and both her arms and legs while still large, were more toned, even showing hints of muscle. His cock noticed these sexy changes even before his mind could register.

Looking down past his first major bulge, his paunch, Leticia grinned when she caught gold of his much smaller but stiffer bulge below. "Like what you see, big boy she said with a twirl to show off her slandering body which now resembled a thick hourglass.

"I think so", answered Letica gor Harry in a knowingly smug tone.