His chubby gut bounced and fell, hanging over his groin all fat and jiggly like he swallowed an entire turkey dinner. Mickey was aghast at it due to his dad age transformation, and from how his body was suddenly vibrating, making a noise like a balloon rapidly inflating. Suddenly, his chest exploded outwards into his heavy moobs, followed by a rush as his shoulders and arms filled with cake batter. His sides widened dramatically, with big gropeable love handles that broadened his big fat tear-drop shaped belly. His hips and legs also rapidly KABLORPED, making his lower body just as fat and jiggly as the rest of him, aside from…. “Oh no” Mickey whispered, craning his head around the back. “No no no” he whimpered as his flat butt vibrated. His hips rocked from the sudden expansion of his ass, which slapped and wobbled about from the violent motion. His blubber sloshed about, wiggling and jiggling like a plate of jell-o that was only capable of settling down very slowly. The llama was forced to keep his arms up for balance, his small hooves having trouble keeping him steady with all this fat bouncing about. And when everything seemed to settle, his lard exploded outwards again, fully rounding him out into a big fat obese anthro mouse. “Good?! I look like you!” Mickey snarled as he fondled and bounced his big fat moobs.* He would have ran, but his thick, doughy thighs ensured he couldn’t do more than keep a steady waddle instead. They rubbed together constantly as he walked, which produced a subtle burning aroma and a potential bald patch. Mickey slowly jiggle away, his butt bouncing about underneath his little mouse tail. But with every step he took, he was looking just a might bit… bigger. His fat belly was inching steadily outwards, its forceful slaps against his groin getting heavier, more powerful, and definitely louder as it went from him looking like he ate a dog to looking like he ate a small horse. His hips had to keep broadening to account for his widened figure, thick creases spreading across his sides and saggy belly as his love handles worked to keep up. The llama’s ample red moobs rose steadily like fresh bread, the sides of their mass pressing into his burgeoning arms and getting pushed back against each other. Thy squished a cleft that was deepening slowly, and starting to get seeped in sweat as his vast, gelatinous form was hard work to move. His arms were like balloons filling with water, and jiggled exactly the same. If not for the crease of his elbow you wouldn’t even be able to tell where his upper arm ended and his forearm began. But what you could tell was his forearms were expanding around his hands, which were getting pretty swollen themselves. Mickey’s mass sloshed loudly, his blubber swaying about as he only barely made his way through a narrow doorway. This wasn’t in any way aided by his cakey thighs that ground together or his flabby calves that ran into cankles. His little hooves trembled as he worked to keep himself upright. And up above his neck was sinking and merging with his lardy shoulder line, their distinction gradually fading away. An extra chin hung from his muzzle, and a third one was coming along nicely while he huffed and puffed between fattening cheeks. It was incredible to see this in motion, the mouse rapidly gaining weight to the point he was suddenly taller, and definitely not stopping any time soon as he was already much, much wider. His rump alone, still swelling with mass to the point each cheek could be considered a great lake with how the lard rippled across their surface. The tail above was like a lonely reed, sinking into the quagmire of his enormous booty that hung nearly two feet off of him, and merging to a point somewhere near the back of his knees. Mickey was an absolute blimp as his waddle slowed to almost a halt, his enormous, hippo-sized belly hanging nearly to the floor and absolutely caked in sweat. Great big droplets formed on the underside, dripping off of it in fat beads.