Picture done by the inestimable  sammysapphire

Cale continued to stare swirly eyed at the statue, gazing at it proudly. As he did so, the statue continued its accursed work on him. The gargoyle's torso had lost all definition and his fatty gut was hanging down to his crotch. His pants were straining to contain his legs and rear and his shirt was slowly giving up the ghost and being pushed up by his belly and swelling arms. The gargoyle was growing slowly taller as well to compensate for his enlarging frame. The fat had finally made its way up to his face, causing his cheeks to start swelling.