Grizzy’s enormous belly was hanging off of him like half a mattress, with the other half taking up space in his ever-growing chest. His moobs were literally as big as pillows now, reminding the bear just how fat he was and was still getting as his arms inflated with batter, getting jiggly and heavy. He was sporting bingo wings that jiggled when he held them up, reminding Grizzy it was probably a better idea to keep them resting on his hillock of a stomach. Of course, there was a sudden need to reach around, and with good reason as the ursine’s ample rear was joining the puff parade in pursuit of a leading roles. His pudgy brown globes bounced with every oscillation of lard, pumping fatter, fatter! FATTER! The mawashi strap was already vanishing within the crack of gelatinous orbs, the depths taking them as the waistband was doing all it could to hold on despite squeezing him so tightly. His big fat booty rolled like the waves, though it was more of a tsunami as all this fat was crashing down on him. This is a total nightmare, and Grizzy didn’t know what the shake first to figure out what was real as his chest and shoulders seemed to be merging with his neck. His thicker fur was blorping out as the fat was infecting it too, turning into countless rolls while an ample bulge hung from his lower jaw. He was sporting a triplet of chins as the blubber was overtaking him, his cheeks porking out like he was storing nuts for winter.