He volunteered to be his friend's sculpture model, unsure about the job. He knew he was very handsome, with his thick muscles and good looks. But he had never modeled before and was nervous. "Is it done yet? Can I get up? Or look?" He asked him. He'd been sitting for what felt like hours as his friend smirked, "Certainly". He sighed in relief, getting out of the chair, "Alright, let's take a look" but when he went over, he was shocked by the end product.
It looked like him if he was 300 lbs fatter. He was a blimb! "What the hell?" He yelled, "I sat for all this time... this doesn't look anything like me!" His friend chuckled, "What, is it too small?" Too small? The sculpture was morbidly obese. He was getting upset as his friend eyed him, "Hmm... no, looks exactly right to me." What did he mean by that?
He looked down, only to shockingly discover himself. He wasn't muscular anymore. He was a mountain of lard! Covered in thick, jiggling flab! He was disgusting. He held his new stomach in shock and disbelief, unsure if this was reality and how this happened to him.
Suddenly he found his memories shifting. He was always this fat, wasn't he? He was a big tub of blubber. A real lardass and he loved it. His frown soon became a grin of satisfaction as he chuckled, "Heh, guess I must've forgotten how fat I really was!" His friend smiled back, "How about another piece?" By now he was used to sitting around lazily. Standing was hard on him the size he now was. Setting his fat butt on the chair, which creaked under his weight, he smiled, playing with his belly as his friend began to make another sculpture of him at his new size, capturing him forever as he was.
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