Raph’s abs had melted away into a huge keg of a gut that was nearly the size of a bean bag chair that sagged down half between his barrel-sized thighs, wobbling as Raph turned to see his shocked bro. Raph’s pecs had ballooned into a pair of pillowy moobs to match his new broad, pillowy shoulders and bulbous arms. Fat sagged down over his elbows while, even from the short distance between them, Donnie could tell that Raph’s once callused digits had grown soft, puffy, and sausage-like. His sharp jawline was no more, replaced by a set of bulbous jowls that sagged down and merged with his thicker neck and the doublet of chins now dangling between the buried original. Raph looked plump, seemingly too plump for his frame to handle considering the cascading, bulbous belly folds that overlapped along his sides.