Leo held up his hands, prompting his eyes to bug open. The change was subtle but he could see his fingers thickening, the creases of his knuckles growing more pronounced as the digits grew broader. The padding of his palm thickened while the edges of his fingers pressed closer and closer together with added flesh. A thick crease of pudge formed along the junction of his wrist and the back of his palm, as the straps around his wrists started to feel tight as indicated by the soft green glimpses of his skin poking through the wrappings; was that… fat? Leo watched aghast as his forearms broadened along with his upper arms, though instead of extra muscle to supplement the toned nature of his well-practiced biceps, triceps, and deltoids, that definition faded as a blanketing layer of pudge emerged. Leo frantically examined his upper limbs, twisting and turning them as their softer exterior grew more erratic, jostling and sloshing despite the turtle’s best efforts to keep his muscles flexed and taut; he had no control over the soft adipose. Leo noticed a rising presence in the bottom of his vision, taking a moment to realize that he was starting to see the bottom of his cheeks as they expanded out the sides of his face, making his jaw feel heavy as the added pressure on his lips forced their corners together, forming a set of dimples and impose a pursed nature to his resting expression. Turning his attention lower, the blue-banded turtle could feel a soft pocket of fat compress beneath his chin as he saw his pectorals soften at the edges before bulging forth, the flesh pressing around the straps across his torso. Leo felt the presence of subtle pinching along his sides as he saw his stomach begin to round out of his frame, the edges forming a set of love handles that stretched and compressed like an accordion as he twisted and turned to get a true sense of his broadening back, bulging sides, and protruding gut. A growing sense of weight pressed down on his lower joints as pudge from his thickening thighs drooped down to accompany his softer and softer calves to compress his knees and form a set of thick cankles that struggled to break free of his ankle straps. There was no denying the fact that he was rapidly packing on weight, as was his fellow prisoner. Leo glanced over towards Raph and was shocked to see just how ruined the once beefy turtle had been only a few seconds ago. Sure, Raph still sported a burly physique, but those thick, ropey muscles had been blanketed in fat transforming in the blink of an eye into a set of pillowy arms that hugged his softer sides, forming compressions in the set of moobs that now jutted out of his chest. His softening chest slopped down his figure joining the rapidly multiplying creases of folds of adipose along his sides. A large, beach ball-sized belly now jutted out of his middle, accompanied by a set of thunder thighs that pressed against each other. They added to the newfound curvaceous nature of his softer hips along with his current bouldered calves. His square jaw had rounded as a pair of jostling chins lined his neck and sloped up the sides of his pudgier face to form a subtle set of jowls, softening the gruff contours of his jawline. Leo noted that the belt around Raph’s waist was starting to show signs of stretching, forming a divot in the pudge rounding out of the red-banded turtle’s middle while small micro-tears were appearing along the worn regions of the struggling leather material. Eventually, the sensation of stretch began to fade, leaving Leo and Raph, over just a few minutes, sporting an extra 200 to 250 pounds on their frames, soft blubbery weighing on their joints, stretching their straps, and pressing down on their chests, coaxing their resting breathes into a more laborious wheeze.