“I-It’s not stopping…!! I’m gonna—grrrhh—pop out of these shorts!”
—RIP!—FWOOMP!!—BONK!—

His massive gut surges forward, dominating his posture. His shredded gym clothes hang in tatters, his arms thick, chest plush and wobbling.
"O-oh no... w-wait—this isn’t just from today…” His belly surges outward, taut and massive, groaning with sudden growth as his clothes stretch and tear.
Nahele pawing at his gut, panicked. “I—I’ve been pigging out for weeks… but the potion kept me trim! I didn’t think—nnghh!!”
—FWOOMP!!—RIIIP!!—GRRRRL…—
His shirt tears under the pressure of his moobs, while his belly spills out and his shorts split at the seams. He stumbles back with a loud, squishy bounce.
Nahele deep blush forming, panting “Th-This is all the snacks, the cheat days… th-the midnight shakes…!” His paws press into his gut, feeling the sheer weight and plushness now fully unleashed. His watch lets out one final beep—too little, too late.
“I didn’t realize I was this stuffed under it all… it’s so embarrassing... but it feels… kinda good to finally let it all out…” Nahele conflicted as a deep rumble rolls through his belly as he sways in place, every movement sending his form jiggling.


“…Maybe… just a little break from the potion wouldn’t hurt…”