Clothes Big Enough Part 3

Clothes Big Enough Part 3

Kenny felt huge as he opened the door to Tom’s jeep and slowly raised his muscle bound leg that now strained his wind pants to the limit, high enough to get in.  He slid into his seat as his two buddies watched his every move.  When he pulled the door closed it hit his bloated shoulder and bounced open again.  It was going to take some effort to get used to his rapid gain in size.  Kenny’s felt a nervous spin to his belly as Tom wheeled the jeep into traffic.  The slow moving hulk took a couple tries to snap the seat belt closed as he fumbled blindly for the clasp that was hidden somewhere below his pumped up arms and shoulders.  Every move was unnatural for the once stick thin youth. Strapped into the high backed seat Kenny felt and looked even bigger.  Kenny looked down in amazement at his size as the seat belt rose over his thick upper body and hugged his now tiny waist.  He rubbed a hand over his nylon coated muscled waist  feeling his hand rise and fall over the slabs of thick muscled hidden under several layers of clothes.  He was half hard in Tom’s jock and he was well aware of the mound that resulted under his nylon pants though he knew better than to rub it just now.

Tom and Nick were in high spirits over the change in their buddy.  Tom could barely keep his eyes off the hulk in the seat next to him as their shoulders bumped from time to time as he flew through traffic.   “Crazy shit”, he repeated before thrusting his hand out and slapping Kenny’s meaty chest as if he expected it to pop like a balloon and return to his normal stick thin size.  It didn’t.  “That’s some crazy fuckin’ shit!” The jock repeated with a grin on his handsome face.

Nick sat forward in the back seat between the two front seats as he chatted nonstop and reached out to squeeze Kenny’s shoulder or bull neck from time to time as he had trouble believing the hulk was his old pal Kenny.  
For his part Kenny tried to shrug off the pats and squeezes but packed into the small cab of the jeep he felt pinned in and clumsy.  Not that he minded the attention of his jock friends or the sudden massive feeling of his body that had swelled up to mimic the bodybuilding wrestler’s size now that he wore Shawn’s singlet under his clothes.  

Tom watched his big buddy out of the corner of his eye as he drove along.   Kenny was so big now it looked as if he had had to been greased to fit into the cab.  The hulk sat with one hand on an ‘oh shit’ handle attached to the dash as he leaned forward to accommodate his now thickly muscled back.  His hulked out chest and shoulders gave him a hunched over look as he rode with his huge legs bent  at right angles in front of the dash.  Everywhere his muscled body was pressed together in an effort to fit into the tight space next to the football jock.  Kenny’s flexed and cramped body had swelled up to fill his oversized coat completely as his thick shoulders now strained the coat’s shoulders that were sized to fit over the smaller man's shoulder pads.  Neither friend could believe the change they saw in Kenny.   Both were envious of his odd ability to take on the shape and size of anyone whose clothes he put on.  The two jocks wondered what it must feel like to suddenly double in size or to take on the strength of someone twice their size?

The long drive passed in a blur as the trio laughed and joked.  In no time Tom was wheeling his jeep into the parking lot of the decades old pizza joint near the college.   The lot was full even for the late hour on a mid week night.  Kenny’s stomach flopped as he came face to face with going public for the first time with someone else’s build.   Tom was out of the jeep in a flash while Nick practically pushed Ken out of the front seat in his effort to join Tom as he stood several car lengths away waiting. Kenny was nervous but his buddies were still excited.  

“Better leave our coats in the jeep.”  Tom said as he looked down at his heavily decorated letterman’s jacket that marked him as a high school stud.  “Wished we had the same colors as the college, these things will just scream ‘card us’.”   Nick and Tom quickly stripped off their prized coats as medals hanging from the chest clanged together and shoved them into the back seat.  The two stood shivering in the cold air as they looked at Ken who was hugging his coat tightly around him with his hands buried deep in his pockets as he studied the pizza joint in front of them.  

“You gonna wear that in?”

“Yeah”, Kenny said quietly.  All the while his mind was on the fact that his long sleeved UA shirt was so tight that Shawn Willis’s wrestling singlet could easily be seen underneath it.  The colorful wrestler’s suit stood out under the white shirt not to mention the fact that the ua shirt fit like skin over his new found bulk.  He suddenly felt overwhelmingly shy about all this.  Kenny was nervous about entering the building full of college students and didn’t want to draw anymore attention to him than his new size all ready might.

The others started to protest that it might upset their plans to get served beer but Kenny just turned to them and pulled open his coat to show how obviously the singlet showed through his tight shirt.  The other two barely noticed that as they were transfixed by his muscle packed torso that looked as if it might rip free of the tight nylon at any moment.  The other two immediately gave up their demands and descended on Kenny as the three turned and headed into the restaurant.

The pizza joint was a staple of the local college life and hadn’t changed much since it was opened by two veterans returning home from WWII.  The heavy old door squeaked as they entered.  The packed entry was filled with people waiting for tables.  A mix of college students and locals, all eyes turned to the trio coming thru the door.  Kenny felt even more self conscious as he felt eyes bore into him as people shifted to make room for them.  If Tom and Nick noticed anything unusual, it didn’t show as they kept up their happy banter.  The long room that covered the front of the building had one wall of coat racks and benches lining the other in front of the large windows on the street.  The far end of the room led to a short hall outside the bathrooms, which was the target of a steady stream of customers.  The seats were full and the center of the room was filled with a snaking line that shifted and moved as waitresses and waiters came from the restaurant to call out a name of the next group to be seated and exiting patrons pulled coats from the racks and headed for the door.  In this way the room moved as people shifted and side step as others filtered through.  The boys were constantly jostled from all sides by the busy mob. Nick left their name with the older woman who guarded the wide door to the restaurant and dodged his way back to his two pals.  Kenny’s self consciousness grew as people bumped the trio as they moved by.   

“Let’s go.”  Kenny leaned in and said nervously to his pals.

“No way, bro.” Tom answered pulling his eyes from a group of girls giggling from a bench to the right of the door.  Nick joined in, “Won’t take long.  The old broad said fifteen minutes tops.  This place is huge wait till you see.”

Tom attention immediately returned to the hot girls who were eyeing the trio as they giggled and chatted from across the room.  Tom grinned and winked at a brunet who seemed equally bold.

Nick was going on and on about some topic just as Nick always did while his pals pretended to pay attention.  Kenny was pinned in on all sides and forced to face straight ahead where a few girls were seated on a bench while some meaty guys stood before them talking.  As the crowd shifted he got a good look at a pretty blond who sat facing him.  His view was blocked one moment and then the crowds shifted and there she was again: petite, knock out pretty and always watching him with an easy grin on her face.  The group she was with seemed to consist of three girls and five big animated guys.  The girls were seated facing the guys who were busy claiming their undivided attention with tales of a planned ski trip over the holidays.   The blond seemed to be focused on Kenny who felt his cheeks flame as he became more and more aware of that fact.  Kenny felt as if he was swelled up like a muscle bound toad as he shifted and side stepped to make room for the passing throng.  Every few moments he caught a glimpse of the girl watching him with interest.  Now what kind of interest, the newly minted hulk had no idea.  Was she laughing at his obvious lack of comfort or his over muscled form or was she genuinely interested in him?  Kenny had no idea but the more uncomfortable he felt the more she seemed to enjoy her glimpse of the muscled teen.  The big guy in front of her glanced over his thick shoulder a couple times at Kenny.  The guy just looked him up and down for a moment or two before returning his attentions to the girl.  Still the hot girl seemed to be happy at the sight of Kenny while she absentmindedly twirled a tassel that hung from the end of her purse as she sat with her legs crossed and barely showed interest in what the big guy in front of her had to say.

Kenny stood there hoping that someone would announce that their table was ready soon as he felt more embarrassed that he had been talked into this evening by his buddies.  The next thing he knew the big guy looked over his shoulder again.  This time his brows ferruled and the man turned toward Kenny.  The man was big and meaty; no bodybuilder but had sort of the gone to seed look of a beer loving exjock.  A smile creased the man’s handsome if somewhat bloated face as he said, “What you staring at buddy?” As he asked the question the man raised a broad fist and gave Kenny a harder than friendly punch right between his swollen pecs.  Kenny stumbled back a step but quickly regained his footling and said, “Nothing”, as he stepped up.

In a flash Nick and Tom stepped in front of Kenny with their chests stuck out and stepped up to the guy with equally friendly tones in their voices as they said, “You got a problem buddy?” as if they might have said jokingly to a friend and yet to anyone near by their intentions were anything but friendly.  The big man took a step back form the three jocks just as a waiter pressed through the crowd saying, “Brown Party of eight, your table is ready.”

The girls jumped up as the other four guys grabbed their pal and pushed him toward the main door as they took double looks at Kenny and his buddies as if noticing the muscled trio for the first time.  As the blond passed she winked at Kenny who still didn’t know what to make of her but he caught a glimpse of the jealous guy who had punched him as his pals shoved him through the door.  The big guy’s head was the last thing to leave the room as he strained to keep an eye on the action.  He had seen the wink too and from his expression, Kenny could tell he wasn’t happy.

Nick and Tom still chuckling over the incident, jumped for the empty bench that had just been vacated by the group.  The two slid apart as Nick slapped an open space for Kenny to sit down.  Kenny stepped up slowly and turned and slowly dropped his bulk into the bench that creaked under the weight of the three guys.  Hell the three barely fit into the seat forcing Kenny to lean forward as the other two leaned back to make room for their broad shoulders.

“Leave it to the Incredible Hulk to be making trouble his first night out.”  Tom laughed as he seemed to enjoy the attention that the incident had drawn from those around them.  “What was that about anyway?”
Kenny just shrugged, “You tell me.  Every time I looked up that blond chick was staring at me.  I guess big dumb and ugly didn’t like it.”  The trio laughed as other s nearby seemed to stare openly as the muscled friends filled the bench to overflowing.  Just then the old lady at the door called, “A table for Flowers for three is ready.”  

The guys jumped up and slowly made their way through the parting crowd as all eyes were on them now.  Nick and Tom seemed to enjoy the attention while at the same time they seemed blind to it.  Kenny just felt like an elephant making his way through the mob wondering who he would step on next.  They just about made it through the wide door when the older woman reached out and grabbed Kenny’s forearm, “Sorry honey but you got to leave your coat out here.  The dining room is so tightly packed; it’s just safer if you do.  I can’t have my staff or someone breaking an ankle tripping over it.”  She pointed to the coat rack nearby.

Kenny stood with his hands buried in his pockets as he tried to decide what to do.  Every fiber of his being wanted to turn and head for the door.  He looked at the rack loaded with coats of every description and back at his grinning buddies and the old woman glancing up from her book of waiting customers.
The old woman sensed his hesitation, “Don’t worry honey, I won’t let anybody walk off with it.”

Tom pushed Kenny toward the rack with a shoulder as he chuckled.  Kenny had little choice as he pushed the coat off his shoulders and started to peal the coat from his thick arms.  He shook his shoulders but was making little head way freeing his arms from the tight material.  The coat hung down nearly to his knees and he hated to part with it as what he wore underneath fit like skin.  The hulk knew people were watching him, though he faced the wall of coats.  He felt his face burn as he struggled with the coat.    Kenny heard Tom laugh as he stepped up, “Let me help you Governor Schwarzenegger.”   The jock grabbed the coat at the shoulders and pealed it from Kenny’s body as it turned inside out with the effort.  There were a few chuckles from those nearby and a few gasps.  He clearly hear someone mumble, “Back off the roids, dude”, but when Kenny looked over his shoulder he had no idea where it had come from as all eyes shifted away blandly.  Tom hung up the coat as Kenny stood in all his muscle bound glory in skin tight clothes from head to foot.  Ridges stood out under his clothes marking the singlet he wore that magnified his build.  The muted colors of the suit showed plainly under the white shirt he wore over it.  Nick threw an arm over his shoulder as he guided him to the main dining area.  In his mind Kenny just said, ‘Fuck it” and trust his shoulders back and strutted into the room as if he owned it.  As they passed a mirror Kenny caught a glimpse of himself in a large mirror.  His face was beet red even down to his ears peaking out of his sandy curls but he was jacked.

The walls were covered with yellowed and fading pictures of campus sports teams over the decades, old trophies, and faded uniforms.  There were booths lining the walls but mostly the huge room was filled with small tables packed closely together surrounded by tiny wooden chairs.  No wonder they had a no coats rule, there was barely room to slide between the tables as the trio followed the waiter to their table two thirds across the gym sized room.  The booths were valuable territory and once secured, not easily parted with.  Kenny’s hopes of a nice wide booth to sink into vanished as they were led to a tiny table in a row of tiny tables surrounded by even tinier chairs.  The room was a mass of moving people:  servers with trays held high and piled with food slipped in and out of the crowd as other snaked their way to and from tables.

Kenny felt eyes turn their way as they moved through the crowd.   It was somewhat torture for Ken as he bumped elbows and tables as he moved his bulk through the throng.  Tom followed him chuckling at his buddy’s’ progress and straightening chairs that Ken knocked aside in his wake.  For his part Kenny just thrust his shoulders back and strutted as best his meaty thighs allowed and acted as if the stares of others were as common as the air he breathed.  He ignored the glances.  The comments and touches were something else. “Oh shit look at that guy!” Hey look who swallowed the air hose.”  He could swear that at least three times someone reached out and felt his bubbled ass or thigh as he passed but with the packed room he tried to rationalize it was an accident.  The third time he glanced back to see a table of thin guys with various shades of died hair and highlights burst into drunken giggles. One said to the others, “A vision in spandex.”   Kenny felt a shiver down his back as Tom pushed him on.

Once at the table the guys took up places around the table.  Kenny looked down at the fragile looking chair.  The wooden chair had two steam bent rods making up the back, a seat that looked about half as wide as his muscled ass under several layers of chipped black paint.  Kenny looked down at it wondering if he would just turn it to splinters before glancing back up at his pals.  Nick and Tom could read his mind as they joyfully took their seats as they watched Kenny.  The big man sat down slowly.  The chair creaked but stood up to the load.

An older couple sat at a neighboring table that was no more than eight inches away watching the muscled group sliding up to the tiny table.  The man leaned over and said, “You looked like you didn’t think that chair might hold you, big guy”, with a laugh.

Kenny looked at him with a nod of his head but no comment and turned to the waiter, “We will take two pitchers of beer - whatever you have on tap.”

His sudden demand caught Tom and Nick by surprise.   There was dead silence as the seconds passed as the pair waited to see if they would all be carded.  The waiter simply said, “Yes, sir” and soon returned with a tray with beer and frosty mugs.  

Kenny was starving.  He didn’t know if it was the stress of the night or maybe from the Willis level workout but he felt like he hadn’t eaten in days.  It was Tom’s turn to order as he gave an order for a large pizza with the works like the trio always got.  Kenny stopped the waiter and said,
“Make that two and some breadsticks.”  The muscled man had nearly drained a mug of beer already and was refilling it.

Tom and Nick stared at Kenny in disbelief.  Normally the two would eat Kenny under the table.  When asked, Kenny just shrugged, “I’m starving man.”

When the bread sticks came, Kenny grabbed the basket and sat it in front of him.  Nick reached over for one only to get his hand slapped.  “Get your own”, Ken said as he started to inhale the bread.  The other two could only laugh at the new Kenny as he stuffed his face with a vengeance.

The pizza was no different as Kenny rolled up piece after piece and shoved it in.  Two pitchers of beer and whole pizza later, Kenny sat back and looked up to see the dazed expressions of his table mates.  Nick stuttered, “You never eat more than three pieces”, as he pointed to the huge empty tray.
The big man felt good now.  Kenny was sporting a good beer buzz and had loosened up as the evening went on.  Though with the amount of beer he had gone through, normally the man would be passed out cold but with the added bulk he just felt slightly drunk.  Kenny swallowed a belch and poured the last of the beer into his mug.  He didn’t admit that he was still hungry.  “You got to eat to grow.”  He grunted, repeating an adage many had tried on him over the years.  The old couple were getting up to leave and as they did the man handed a pan with three untouched pieces to Kenny, “Maybe the human eating machine can clean these up then.”  The group laughed as Kenny thanked the man and started in on the offering.  

Others nearby were noticing Kenny’s eating frenzy with less approval.   A group of well dressed sorority sisters had watched while pretending to ignore the boys.  As Kenny shoved in another piece one could easily be overheard saying, “That is like so disgusting.  I mean how somebody could do that to himself is beyond me.  I mean being all blown up with muscles is just as gross as being a fat pig.”

Kenny just looked up at his pals with a grin and started bouncing his pecs up and down.  He then tensed his arm as he brought another piece of pizza to his mouth.  His bicep swelled in response threatening to rip his too tight shirt to pieces.  His arm looked almost as big as a volley ball and his delt looked even bigger.

The girl could be heard sputtering, “Oh my Gad!” When one of her friends hissed, “Shut up Kelly. He can hear you.”  That was all it took as the boys broke into laughter though none looked their way.  The girls jumped up and made a hasty exit.

The boys laughed as they watched them leave.  Nick ordered another pitcher as Kenny was becoming aware of his full bladder.  The big man excused himself as he pushed away from the table.  This time emboldened by the beer buzz, Kenny surveyed the room with little trepidation about navigating his way across it now.  He pushed his chest out and shoulders back and followed a waiter toward the entry.    This time he glanced over when he heard comments and gasps as other caught sight of the ‘bodybuilder’.

He was almost to the door when a movement caught his eye and he looked over at a nearby booth.  There sat the group of eight who had been in the lobby when they came in.  The blond had tossed her head his way which had caught his attention.  The hot girl smiled and Kenny didn’t hesitate to wink in response, to which the girl rolled her head back and laughed as she twirled an earring between two fingers. The muscled man had little doubt now what the girl had in mind.  Kenny glanced over next to her at the meaty guy who had punched him.  The man was pinned in on all sides but easily looked pissed.  His entire body was red and he looked as if he wanted to explode through the table to get to Kenny.  For his part Kenny just tilted his head back and smiled as he strutted on.  When the hulk reached the lobby it was basically empty now except for a few grabbing coats on the way out.  Kenny went to the bathroom to relieve himself.  As he stood in the stall, he heard the bathroom door open and the sounds of two men come into the bathroom.  As the two took up places at the urinals, Kenny heard something that sent a chill down his back.  The unmistakable voice of Shawn Willis!

The urinals flushed.  Kenny could still hear Shawn’s Willis’s deep voice.  The pair continued to talk as they moved to the sinks accompanied by the sound of running water.  Kenny recognized the second voice as Shawn’s Dad.    Kenny opened the stall door a crack and looked out.  Shawn was drying his hands as he stood at the sink.  Shawn wore khaki dress pants and a white long sleeved dress shirt but from the neck down he looked exactly like Kenny just better dressed.  All that thick muscle made the jock look older than his years.  Shawn was a younger version of his Dad who had wrestled in college and had even tried out for the Olympic team.    His Dad was thickly built though had a much less hard muscled look than his son but there was little doubt where his genetics came from.  Shawn was talking to his Dad about the college and his chances of a scholarship for wrestling.  Kenny concluded that they must have stopped in for a pizza after some sort of college visit.

Kenny leaned back against the wall as he waited for them to leave the room.  What were the chances he would run into Shawn tonight?  How could he explain the change in his build – not to mention the fact it so closely resembled Shawn’s or the fact he was wearing the man’s singlet that could easily be seen through his shirt.   No the last thing he wanted to do was bump into Shawn face to face.   As the door slowly closed behind the two, Kenny wondered what he should do.  He waited in the bathroom a while sure that his pals would see Shawn and come for him.  After what seemed like forever and several men trying to get into the stall he was hiding in, he gave up on that hope.  Ken knew they had just ordered another pitcher as he had left the table so would be in no mood to leave.  With the size of the crowded pizza joint it might be that they wouldn’t even notice Shawn and would have no reason to look for him.  Kenny could wait there for hours.

Kenny slowly left the bathroom looking right and left to make sure there were no Willis’s about.  A family was making its way into the lobby and to the restaurant as the hulk stepped around the coat rack.  All glanced over at the muscled man with surprise at seeing someone built like him.   Ken was quickly becoming used this reaction as the evening passed. Kenny followed the family as he noticed the size of the group.  They were all large people – that is fat; from the parents down to the butterball young children.   The father was his height but easily had eighty pounds on Kenny even in his muscled up state.  The man was practically round his waist was so big and his waddle was even more pronounced than Ken’s.  His stomach poked out the front of the huge parka he wore.  The family was no doubt there for the all you can eat buffet.  Kenny waited as they hung up their coats.  He didn’t want to get in front of them and be pushed into the main room as they entered.  He wanted to peak into the restaurant to check on Shawn and his pals.  The man hung up his coat and tossed the old style golfers hat he wore on the shelf above.  The group was ushered to the neighboring buffet room just as Kenny expected, clearing the way for him to look into the big room.  

Sure enough there was Shawn and his Dad standing at the table talking to Tom and Nick.  He glanced around the room and picked out Shawn’s mother seated at a nearby booth.   “Shit!” Kenny said under his breath.  He had no choice but to grab his coat and go to the jeep to wait for his pals.  But hell he had been gone for a good twenty minutes as it was and they had showed no sign of missing him yet.  Just then Shawn’s Dad patted his son’s shoulder as he left the group to join his wife.  Shawn sat down with his Tom and Nick as a waiter sat another pitcher of beer on the table.  Kenny saw Tom raise his head and look toward the door as if he was wondering where he was.   Kenny stepped back out of sight.  With all the beer that had been consumed tonight there was little doubt what Tom might have in mind if he saw him.  Kenny imagined his pal pulling him into the room just to see Shawn’s reaction.

Kenny felt his gut spin.  The man turned to the coat rack to retrieve his coat.  The packed rack made it hard to find as coats littered the floor and were shoved back to make room for more.  Kenny made one pass of the area where he knew Tom had put his coat, growing more nervous that he would be discovered by one of the Willis’s.  Finally he found his jacket shoved behind the coats of the large family.  Kenny slid the big man’s parka over to get to his.  Just then he got an idea.  

The muscled man looked around the empty room.  Kenny took the fat man’s coat – hanger and all from the rack and looked at it.  It was huge black and yellow down filled parka like explorer’s wear, thick with filling and with a high collar that stood up and a hood on the back.  The coat was long, going half way to his knees.  Kenny glanced around the room again before he slipped the coat off the hanger and grabbed the man’s hat from the shelf above and quickly went into the men’s bathroom.

Kenny checked to make sure the room was empty before he locked the door.   He slid the man’s cap between his legs and examined the coat more closely as he tossed it in his hands.  It was a 5xl.  “This just might work”, Kenny told himself.  He glanced up in the mirror as he pulled Tom’s cap off and watched as his face shuddered and then morphed back into more familiar contours.  Kenny easily slid his muscled arms down the slick sleeves of the huge coat even while their bulk that was now testing the limits of his own clothes.  He pulled the massive parka over his shoulders and waited…

As he knew it would, Kenny’s muscled body began to tremble and then it began to grow.  Kenny felt his arms filling up and his torso balloon as he morphed into a combo of Shawn’s bodybuilder muscle and the fat man’s bulk.  He was a bit worried that his pants might not hold up to the growth but since he wasn’t putting on the man’s pants he would hope for the best.  This was far bigger than Kenny had ever imagined growing and the morphing lasted longer than anything to date.  He could feel Shawn’s singlet growing tighter and tighter as the strap sunk into his fattening shoulders.  The suit was sliding up his ass uncomfortably as it stretched.  Kenny hoped it would hold up but if it didn’t - it didn’t.  The growing man tugged some slack in the crotch only to feel it tighten again seconds later.

Kenny grunted as he felt his weight skyrocket.  He could feel the man’s soft coat shift over his body as he grew into it.  The man leaned on his arms over the sink.  Ken moaned as he felt his body balloon. His muscled arms grew bigger until the coat sleeves fit tightly and his shoulders filled the coat as he felt like he was growing wider by the second.  He looked up in the mirror as his body swelled, spreading the open front of the coat wider.  Then he noticed his muscled gut swelling up like bread dough on roids. The mound pushed open the front of the coat as the size forced Kenny to stand more up right.  “Oh shit”, Kenny moaned as he was getting an unexpected result as his gut swelled. He still looked muscled.  Instead of growing fat like the man in the lobby, he was sporting a swelling roid gut.   The mound was still creased with Shawn’s thick muscles.  Even through the padded coat he could make out dips and valleys of his now comically huge muscles.   The human sponge was hit with fear that the combination of the huge man’s coat and the bodybuilders singlet might be blowing up into some monster sized muscle freak.  Kenny’s gut felt tight as the muscles strained to cover the swelling mound.   He didn’t know if he could take much more of this.  The morphing had never hurt before as his muscled gut cramped.  His skin tight shirt rolled up exposing Shawn’s singlet and its strained seams.  For a second Kenny panicked at the thought that he was going to morph out of all his clothes except for the over sized coat leaving him looking like some enormously muscled flasher but he was so big now that he couldn’t easily pull the man’s coat off without help. His morphing body trembled.

“Shit”, he moaned over and over wondering when it would stop.  Kenny stared at his muscle creased roid gut holding the front of the parka open.  He poked his belly and it felt hard as a rock.  His pecs had grown to keep pace with the gain and seemed to rest on top of the mound.  Kenny had  gained a freaky combination of muscle and fat.  This might be even harder to explain.  Just then his body shuddered once as the growth slowed.  Then as Kenny watched, what muscle tone he had seemed to recede into his body as it softened and took on more of the look of fat.  Like the man in the lobby, Kenny now looked like a human ball with legs.

Kenny was panting for air.  His fears calmed now that his growth had stopped leaving him with an odd muscle/fat build that didn’t exactly copy anyone’s.   He was huge; bigger than the fat man even.  Hell he was even bigger than he had been earlier in the locker room when he had worn Chapman uniform.  Still broad shouldered while his upper arms were creased with mounds of flesh visible even through the bulky coat, Kenny  had an odd combination of muscled fat. Yet he had a stocky form that resembled an old jock gone to seed.  Odder still was his teen boy face a top a body far too big for it.  Ken ran his hand under the faucet and slicked his curls back over his head.  Once satisfied with the look he pulled the man’s cap out from between his legs and put it on backward.  As he watched his face trembled and morphed as his cheeks, lips and jowls swelled up until his handsome face fit his over blown build.  Kenny studied his reflection in the mirror convinced now that his plan would work.

To be continued: