Class Reunion

Gil was furious when he realized he got the wrong shirt from the dry cleaners. He'd forgotten his glasses at home, forgetting to check the tag on the shirt he was given before continuing on to his class reunion. Now he was stuck in the bathroom trying to fit into the top that was several times his size at 3XL.

The fabric billowed around his waist, clearly stretched out by the man it must have belonged to. Gil grimaced at his luck, having wanted to look sharper than the rest of his classmates. He had laughed seeing their pictures, how so many of them had let themselves go. He'd wanted to show them all up, dressed to the T. He guessed it was only karma that he ended up with a shirt their size, struggling to stuff it under his belt with no other option.

He felt he'd finally packed the shirt under his belt well enough to be comfortable being seen by his classmates, walking out from the bathroom to where the crowd was.

Gil felt their eyes on him almost immediately as he walked up. He felt himself flooded with pride, feeling bigger than all of them wearing the button-down and dress pants. Almost every conversation he had started with a comment about his appearance. Looking good. Looking sharp. Looking big. You've really grown. It all only boosted Gil's ego even more.

Gil finally made it through the crowd, reaching his friend that had convinced him to come. They were dressed similarly, sharper than their classmates around them, the friend's jaw dropping once they finally turned and saw Gil. They were all smiles the moment after, eyes beaming and looking each other up and down after going for so long apart.

After a quick hug they broke away, the friend making the first comment.

"Damn! You've really put on the pounds, haven't you?"

Gil's face flushed red, unsure of how to take the comment. He didn't know if it was a joke, at least, until his friend reached out and grabbed Gil's shirt that had puffed out in front of him. Except it wasn't just the shirt. Gil felt the fingers wrap around a part of him attached to his midsection, a part he'd never experienced having before. His friend began shaking it, sending waves through Gil's body that went down his legs and all the way up to his chest. Gil even felt it in his jowls, almost like his body had been wrapped in a giant rubber blanket.

Gil stood, paralyzed, trying to comprehend the situation as the ripples running through him subsided. He opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to come up with a response before finally making an excuse about heading to the bathroom. He started walking there immediately, suddenly conscious of how heavy each of his footsteps was each one sending a similar shockwave through his entire body.

He burst into the bathroom, looking up at the mirror at a blob he couldn't see well without his glasses. He was forced to pull out his camera, taking a picture in order to see it up close. He felt his stomach drop once he took in the image, much like his belly had dropped into the shirt around him.

The button-down was now tight, wrapping his body like a second skin. The bottom of his midriff curved over his belt, sitting suspended in the white fabric with the color of his skin showing through. His pants could barely hold his hips, the waist of them cinched around the fat making the flesh around push out, accentuating his size even more. His torso had been draped in blubber, his arms barely having room to get around his newly thick figure. He tried not to look at the way his round chin now dropped absorbing his entire neck, his face pushing out above the collar. He was certain he'd made an impression.