David walked around Ozzy, writing notes and watching him. Ozzy, clad only in his jockstrap, blushed from being observed. Ozzy had just taken a serum that David had been working on for a while, though he didn't tell Ozzy what it was for.
"So..." started Ozzy. "Are you going to tell me what this is for?"
"Give it a moment and you'll see." responded David
Ozzy continued to look forward, just standing around. He was quickly getting bored of doing nothing. Right now, he could be at the gym, working out. Instead, he was in David's lab being his guinea pig.

"Can we just stop, it's obvious this didn't work." snapped Ozzy.
David sighed and responded, "Yeah, should have seen some results by now."
Ozzy got dressed, said his farewell to David and headed home. As he stepped foot in his house, his stomach let out a loud grumble of hunger.
"FUCK, haven't been this hunger since bulking season" exclaimed Ozzy to no one.
The well muscled kangaroo went to the fridge and opened it to reveal a near empty cooler. Ozzy resigned himself to ordering in. He called up the nrarby pizza place and ordered his usual medium veggie pizza. His stomach growled with each passing minute. When the pizza finally arrived, he duh into the pie with gusto, and within 15 minutes, the whole thing was gone.
Ozzy rubbed his slightly bloated belly, a small mound of flesh pushed out from his muscular stomach. He looked at the empty pizza box, upset from devouring his favorite without being able to savor it. He got up from the couch and went to the bathroom. He removed his shirt and looked at his body. Well toned arms, firm pegs, and slightly bloated abs.
"Not too bad to be honest. Could be better though."
Ozzy flexed a few times, watching his muscled expand and contract. However, Ozzy was soon overtaken with a wave of exhaustion.
Ozzy yawned and moved to the bedroom. There, he stripped off his jeans and climbed into the bed. It wasn't long til Ozzy had passed out.
When Ozzy awoke from his map, he was greated with two large mounds of flesh. in front of a much larger one. Ozzy shot up out of bed with a start. Or at least he tried to, his stomach prevented him from moving too quickly. Ozzy massaged the mound of fat flesh. It felt so soft, so plush, so... nice.
Ozzy worked himself out of the bed. Fat foot falls took him to his laptop in the living room. He fired up the laptop. Used the camera and took a few shots, then sent the images to David.
As he waited for a response from David, he called up the pizza place once more, this time ordering 2 large meat lovers, a couple 2 liters of soda, and a side of cheesesticks with extra marinara. As he waited, he jiggled his fat flesh and smiled. This was the way to live.

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Art by  TeddyBearLumpkins