Nahele groaning softly, sitting in his own fluff. “Hhhhnngh… it’s all… finally out… every shake, every cheat meal… every ‘just one more bite’...”
His fur is fluffed out around his body, his belly a vast, plush mound resting against the gym floor. Moobs hang thick and heavy over his belly, his shirt completely shredded and shorts torn clean off, only scraps clinging uselessly.
“I didn’t think it’d get this bad… or this… good...”Nahele gazing at himself, almost in awe. He gives his side a gentle pat—fwomp—watching it jiggle like jelly. His cheeks burn, but the fluster turns to a smile.
“The potion was never keeping me fit... it was just holding this back. This is what I was really becoming the whole time...”He leans back into the mound of his own body, his tail swishing slowly under the rolls, paws resting atop his round gut like a throne.

“Mmf… guess this is just me now. No more fighting it. No more hiding...”Nahele sighing and lets out a loud, satisfied bwoooorp, shaking slightly from the force of it.

“…Maybe being a big soft fuzzball isn’t so bad after all.”