Maz’s once fit body was now covered in a thick layer of fat, his thighs being as large as his waist used to be. His bulbous rump was being contained in a pair of shorts with an elastic band, the only pants that could possibly fit him now. While he was now sporting a fairly large flabby belly with matching love handles, he was carrying the majority of the weight in his butt and legs giving him a bottom heavy appearance. Maz stumbled a bit, bloated from what he had just done to himself… and reached out for the second bottle. Maz already had the bottle to his lips as the last of the argument dwindled. He felt the cold, creamy milk slide down him. Fill him. With each gulp he wanted more, needed more. Maz continued to drink, the voice that tried to stop him all but resigned to what was happening, what would happen. He put a paw on his stomach and felt it as it pushed out, strained and nearly full to bursting, and yet Maz continued to greedily gulp down more and more. He was drinking so fast that milk was now pouring down his chin and cheeks, the top of his hoodie soaked. It was as if, in this moment, he could fully understand how much he had grown. Feel the difference in his body. His legs rubbed together more than usual due to the increased surface area of his thick thighs. His gut rubbed against his shirt, and he could feel new sensations that hadn’t been there previously. While these were small changes, he knew that if he kept going, he’d begin to feel the effects of extra weight more and more as time went on… ‘I’ll just keep drinking, keep consuming. I’ll become big… bigger than Tony, bigger than Tzin, bigger than...” Maz began to suddenly notice things with more clarity. His soaked shirt, his puffed out cheeks, his painfully full stomach pressing up against his hoodie which was suddenly beginning to feel too small.