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Realising that there isn't really anything else for you to do, you decide to try wearing one of the garments. You take of your shirt, then pull on the grey singlet and button the shirt back up over it. You tuck the extra fabric into your pants. The cloth is surprisingly warm and comfortable, even if it is twice your size. You're about to try one of the costs when you suddenly start feeling tired. Your entire body seems to grow heavier, and you plonk onto the bed, exhausted. You realise that your belt has gotten uncomfortably tight.
You frown and look down, and find a large bulge where your gut should be. The fabric on your shirt is stretched around the rotund ball, and the buttons seem ready to burst. You poke it dumbly, and the jiggling mound growls at you, then begins growing. It takes you several seconds before you realise that it's your stomach. By then, it's swelled over your belt, and tightened your shirt further. You grimace as the pressure builds up, then the lower buttons of your shirt pop off and your belly forces itself forward. The weight starts packing on over the rest of your body, and the bed creaks as you grow heavier.
Your arms and legs inflate like balloons, and your muscles are engulfed in thick layers of flab which begin tearing your clothes. Your ass swells, and you feel yourself lift off the bed slightly as the cheeks fill with blubber. Your flat pecs inflate into huge, wobbling sacks of lard, which destroy the rest of the buttons on your shirt, and seat themselves on your flabby gut. Your cheeks (the ones on your face) swell outwards, while your chin inflates and doubles, then triples as it engulfs your neck. It also sprouts a thick beard in the process; and you feel hair growing all over your fat frame, which now fits the singlet perfectly.
The gain slows, then stops just as the singlet begins growing tight. You groan and look down, and find that most of your view is blocked by your gargantuan gut. The flabby sack rests heavily on your fat thighs, and spreads out to the sides a good distance. Your breasts sit on top of it, pressed tight against the fabric of the singlet. Your arms have swollen to twice their original size, and you find it hard to move them properly as you inspect your body. You remember the mirror above the dresser, and look up. The mirror has grown, like you have, and now occupies most of the wall. You can get a pretty good view of yourself, but you need to see the damage up close.
You lean forward and stand up, floorboards creaking and feet burning from the weight of your massive form. You grimace and take a step forward, and the extra weight immediately throws you off balance. You stagger and slam into the mirror, and rebound with a *boing* that sends ripples throughout your body. You manage to stop yourself from falling over completely, then take a look in the mirror.
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