10-03-2015, 09:31 PM
Cal stared at his torso. His flat pectorals had become a heavy pair of breasts, his flat stomach even heavier, and he could have sworn something was poking him from inside. As he pulled himself into a seated position, he looked down at his figure, which would have been delightful to him on a woman but was now freaking him the hell out, and could only gaze in eyes-wide, deer-caught-in-the-headlights fright at a full, maternal figure.
Looking over at Sean across the room, he saw that the similarly-swollen young man had turned on his side, his hands atop his own stomach, which Cal could only guess was caused by the same phenomena as his own condition, his expression and reaction impossible to guage.
Looking over at Sean across the room, he saw that the similarly-swollen young man had turned on his side, his hands atop his own stomach, which Cal could only guess was caused by the same phenomena as his own condition, his expression and reaction impossible to guage.