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.