While that sensation was still just percolating in the deep recesses of his consciousness, his body was, nevertheless, starting to respond: it was the one that was fattening up after all. The green aura continued to pulse into Donnie’s once-lithe frame, a reference to a past state that did not include the dozens upon dozens of flabby pounds that had materialized on the brainiac’s body in the last few minutes. While his hips continued to fill the breadth of the stool beneath him, doughy adipose packed onto his lithe lower limbs, with the knobby features of his knees softening as fat caked his thighs, giving them a shapely aesthetic, a departure from their usual bone-thin appearance. One inch after another puffed out of his frame from an ethereal nowhere until his thighs began to touch in the center while the outer edges reached the outer edge of the stool, sending yet another signal-of-concern to his brain as his favorite stool suddenly, instinctively, felt undersized; like he could fall off at any minute, not counting the rolls of his thick rump that were starting to dangle and droop over the edge of the now-creaking stool. Donnie’s thickening calves began to press harder and harder into the increasingly cramped metal supports of his seat while his torso bulged forward into a small, though growing, paunch, that, as he hunched forward attending to his work, pressed into his thighs the edge of the lab bench. Donnie’s breath continued to grow heavy and labored as his lithe chest puffed out into a pair of meaty moobs that had begun to sag along the edges, over the curvature of his thickening middle, weighing down his suddenly struggling lungs, but that wasn’t the first sign that finally cracked the bubble of Donnie’s attention. As Donnie peered through the microscope at his work, he got the sense that his movements were growing a bit more sluggish and clumsier, a consequence of the layers of pudge coating his once nimble, now weighty, encumbered arms.