Stu woke up hours later to a slight pain in his pants, like they had grown tighter. "Ow..." he muttered. According to a clock, it was just past midnight. Yawning and absent-mindedly scratching his stomach, he walked to the bathroom for a drink.
After finishing, he glanced at the full-body mirror on the door and did a double-take. "Wot the?" 2D muttered, stripping off his shirt, hoping he had imagined the bulge underneath. He hadn't; his pale body had grown visibly larger. Stu's face had filled out, giving him chipmunk cheeks. A potbelly was pushing against his waistband, which explained the pain from earlier. His formerly twig-like arms now had definition, though not with muscle, he noted as he gripped a meaty forearm, but with soft fat. "Wot 'appened to me?" he asked himself, turning to the side to examine his larger rear. Grabbing it and giving a squeeze, the singer recalled the spell he had clumsily recited the previous day. "It worked... not the way I wanted, but it worked!" Stu frowned and put his other hand on his belly, noting how squishy it was.
"I tink I sorta... like it..." he smiled, unbuttoning his jeans and allowing his belly to swell out another inch or two. 2D patted and rubbed the swell happily and stood on a scale. "200 pounds? I put on 'bout fifty in a few hours!" he exclaimed happily before yawning and going back to his bed, sitting down in his undies.
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