Greg had always enjoyed his meals, but lately, his indulgence seemed to have taken on a life of its own. With each passing day, he felt his body grow heavier, his waistline expanding at a rate that left him both surprised and strangely satisfied. His once-trim frame began to round out, his stomach becoming soft and protruding, as if it were slowly inflating like a balloon. As he sat in front of the mirror, Greg marveled at how his clothes stretched tighter across his chest and belly, and the feeling of fullness was constant, like a gentle pressure that never seemed to let up. His arms and legs had thickened, and even the slightest movement seemed to make his body jiggle, like a blimp floating through the air. There was a certain warmth to it—a heaviness that he couldn’t deny felt oddly comforting. He’d catch himself pausing mid-step, marveling at how his rounded form now shifted with every motion, and he could almost hear the soft puffing of air in his mind as he embraced the sensation of becoming something far bigger than he ever thought possible.