Jacob leaned back against one of the log surrounding the campfire he, Embry, and Quil were having. It was one of those long weekends that all teenagers loved and the three were taking full advantage of it. Jacob patted his six pack softly and let out a loud belch, followed by a round of laughs from the other two. "Oh MAN, Jake, you need to slow down on the food! We might be able to eat like that but that doesn't mean you SHOULD. You'll end up weighing 500 pounds soon!!" Quil said, and the three burst into laughter once more. As soon as the stopped, Jacob replyed, "As IF. There is no WAY this body of mine would ever turn flabby like that!!" Jacob reached into the bag next to him and pulled out another triple cheeseburger from the local fast food place and started scarfing it down as if he didn't have a care in the world.
Over the course of the next 6 weeks Jacob has grown accustomed to eating burgers from that same fast food place. So much so he that he started eating there for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and it was starting to take a toll on his waistline.
Jacob slowly pushed himself out of bed and scracted the back of his head sleepily. He slowly stumbled into the bathroom and threw some water from the sink onto his face in an attempt to wake himself up. Once the cold water had taken affect, Jacob looked at himself in the mirror, he looked different then he had six weeks ago. Due to the constant devouring of triple cheeseburgers, Jacob's face had puffed out, and he had developed a second chin. His once defined pecs and abs were now covered in a layer of fat, giving his small man boobs and a medium sized gut. His arms, though still strong with muscle, were softened by fat. His ass had balloned out and become soft and squishy, and his legs were thicker. Jacob's boxers clung tight to his ass, showing off every bounce and jiggle of it as he walked back to his room. Jacob must have put on at leats 50 pounds in the last six weeks.
Jacob waddled back into his room and threw on a pair of jeans that he couldn't button, a tight white t-shirt, and a button up flannel with the sleeves ripped off, before heading down stairs and out the front door. He was heading to...
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