You begin to panic, seeing your once muscular body replaced by a chubby one. What did you do? How were you going to fix this?! Luckily at 6'1", 210 pounds wasn't all that big. Just stocky...
You see a bed and sit down for a moment, gathering your thoughts while you worry. You look at the round belly on your midsection and sigh as you see smooth thighs coming out of the legs of your shorts. Their definition was mostly gone. You stare at the scale. It has about 4 buttons on it. You had pressed the yellow one, which had turned all your muscle into fat... maybe the scale could reverse the process as well? Did you really want to risk it?
You gulp, and gather your resolve. Lifting your chubby body from the bed, you walk to the scale and look down at it's buttons. Yellow... that was muscle to fat.... then a blue, green and red. Red was directly opposite yellow. You try and figure it out. Logically, if yellow was on the left, and it turned muscle to fat, the red on the right would do the opposite... or possibly the blue.. You had a 1 in 3 chance of being right... well, if any of these buttons actually did reduce weight.
You gulp again and stand on the scale. You reach out with your toe and tap... the red button! The scale hums for a moment. It blinks 210. Estimated bodyfat percentage.... 28.3. The scale goes blank a moment... you feel nervous. Then the scale beeps loudly. The display scrolls by "final bodyfat estimated at 79.4." Increasing weight to 420 pounds.
"4...420?!" You shout as you jump off the scale. It's too late. You feel an odd sensation. You begin to inflate instantly. Your little belly pushes outward. Your chest swells out, looking momentarily like pecs again, but then settling atop your growing stomach. Your ass inflates in your shorts. You hear the stitches moaning. Helplessly, you stand in the little shack growing larger. Your belly escapes under your shirt, hanging over your waistband as it swells heavier and rounder. Your hips widen, straining your shorts further. All traces of your previous athleticism are slowly erased by the increasing weight. The clothing starts to tear and shred.
You watch as tatters of clothing fall off to the sides and ruffle onto the floor. Soon leaving you in a pair of underwear not meant for someone of your girth. You stop swelling. Massive, you waddle over to a dusty mirror, feeling your body jiggle and bounce, your thighs rubs, your ass shaking. You can't even fit your whole body in the frame of the mirror...
"Oh no...." You whine as you hold your gut. "What am I going to do....?"
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