Glenn hopped out of the shower and headed for his room. Recently, with the money he had been making, he was able to afford a better apartment; being able to relocate to a better area within the same city. This came with some nice perks, such as not being in a cramp space and allowing for some breathing room…not that he didn’t mind of course. However, recently, things have been getting, well, a bit harder. He found himself to be out of breath from time to time while it took more effort and energy for some odd reason. When he unclothed himself, he could see the reason plain as day: he had grown. Interrupted, he went back into the bathroom and stepped on the scale, watching as the numbers spun and stopped.

“83!!?” he exclaimed out loud, not caring who heard him.

He quickly went back to his room to examine himself better. Standing before him was a moogle, a moogle who was out of shape and way too curvy. Going into some sort of denial, he threw on his favourite clothes, but quickly found them to be much too tight on now chunky body. Placing his hands on his stomach, he looked down at a poorly covered developing dome. He grabbed some with his hands, he shook it; confirming that it was definitely real. Glenn panicked, if they found out that he had become too soft, they would surely fire him and thus his money would be gone too. He huffed in frustration, and in doing do, felt a sharp pop followed by relief. The button on his pants, which was digging into his stomach and thigh had popped off rather forcefully and hit the mirror, cracking it and breaking some shards of glass off. A small, but pained look came over Glenn, who was switching between looking at the mirror, the shards of glass next to his button and his overhanging, spilling gut. He didn’t know what to make of it, or how his employers were going to react, in his mind negative. When in reality, it would be the exact opposite. He took a seat on his bed, causing his stomach to spill over more. He was placed in awe; he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. His stomach gave a low growl; he picked up some of his belly and shook it again.

“I…think I’ll eat something to help myself think…” Glenn thought to himself as he picked himself up off the bed.

---

How much bigger will he get? Only time will tell, or what his employers will think.
As always, thanks for reading.