Roger felt woozy for a moment, as if something was about to happen. “I…wh…what’s happening…” Roger shook his head, trying to come back to his senses. He gripped his belly with one hand, and became aware by how squishy it was. “Wait, where are my abs? Where did they…go?” His belly was pushing against his hand, completely losing any shape of muscle tone. “Wh-what’s going on?” Roger got scared, before his belly started rushing forward in front of his very eyes. He tried to hold it down, but it was too much for even his arms, his gut was growing rapidly, and he couldn’t stop it. “T-the singlet! I gotta take it off-!” He looked for his arm bands, shocked by how the bands were starting to fit. More and more his body was filling out the massive piece of clothing around him. “M-my body…what’s happening?!” His growing gut surged out, intent on filling the fabric surrounding him. Rodger’s stance changed to accommodate his changing figure. Roger became horrified by the fact that he couldn’t even reach the front of his massive belly in front of him. Try as he might, it kept pushing farther and farther away from his reach. Roger tried again to take the singlet off, but it was too late. It was fitting comfortably around his growing frame. His pecs started to quiver, as they started to pool out between the arm bands. Pecs no more, Roger had a nice set of firm moobs to take their place. Roger tried to walk, he wanted to get away and call for help, but his movements were so sluggish. After only a few steps he had to stop and take a breath, his belly rippled with each breath he took, causing him to blush. Once the singlet was properly filled out, Roger stopped growing. He took the opportunity to try and compose himself. Roger, 5’7” that morning, now became a whopping 7’2” tank of a man. Roger gulped, before attempting to turn around and face the mirror. His jaw dropped as he realized he couldn’t even fit his frame in the mirror anymore. He moved his hands on his thick firm belly, still in disbelief. Roger noticed something else.