He managed to get a hand on the floor and heave himself, with heroic effort, to his feet. The feeling of standing was incredible as his bulk swayed and then finally settled. He looked in the mirror; he was at least the size of Swollen Bullon herself, gigantic upper arms forcing his arms out at an angle to rest on his sides, which sloped out under them. His stomach was one big round ball, a slight fold passing over a deep bellybutton in the middle that he couldn't even reach to feel. His breasts sat on his belly, gigantic, impossible, the size of beach balls, huge nipples at the ends. His hips were probably four feet wide, and below them, his legs were much bigger around than his chest used to be. His knees were thick with fat, and below them his calves were as big around as basketballs. He tried to move closer to the mirror and found he had to swing his arms to get started, and had to waddle ridiculously for his thighs to clear one another. He tried to walk normally but found that he just couldn't move forward otherwise.
He waddled back further from the mirror so that he could see all of himself in it again and felt his calves bouncing with each step, every part of him moving ponderously, his legs carrying much more weight than they were used to. He looked back in the mirror, still awe struck. He had a round woman's face, in which he could still see features of his own, the same short brown hair, but a the smaller nose and softer skin, and a huge jowl of a chin that hung down, making his face appear larger than it was.
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