An hour passed the room was barely half-empty, Duncan had managed to put on fifty pounds. Most of the weight went to his stomach, but a noticeable amount went to his pecs and limbs, giving the criminal a vague pear shape. His abs had dissolved under a thick layer of fat, as had his formerly built pecs, creating tight bulges beneath his shirt.
His thighs and butt had also grown slightly, straining Duncan's pants and waistband and causing a bit of pain due to the compacted mass. Harold smirked and gave said ass a firm pinch, much to Duncan's embarrassment (not that he would admit it. "Okay, Dor-I mean, Harold, I think you've gotten your revenge now... So let me go!"
The ginger considered it. On the one hand, he could let Duncan wander the Playa for the day and see if anyone noticed that the punk had put on weight and then lock him up for more feeding, or he could refuse and continue to fatten Duncan up by another fifty pounds before letting him go..
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