A small, doughy looking gut was bulging out from his stomach! "Great gods of Kryton, what happened!" Clark cried out, dropping the chinese take out box and grabbing a hold of the stomach. His fingers sank into the soft flesh that was now where his hard, chiseled abdominal muscles used to be, confirming that it was not an illusion but a reality. He rushed in front of his full length mirror, horrified with what he saw. Instead of the muscular hero he was, he looked more like a jock gone to seed, his muscles still retaining their size and bulk, but now covered with a small layer of what seemed to be 20 pounds of fat which took away his vascular, defined look. Most noticeable was his stomach, which now hung out from him quite a bit.
"This is impossible!" He exclaimed as he shook his stomach and watched it jiggle in his hands. "My super metabolism should have prevented me from retaining any fat! Perhaps that ray gun has something to do with this, it would also explain my ravenous hunger! I must investigate this right away!"
He quickly donned his super suit once more with his super speed, not noticing the fact that he was somewhat slower than usual, and then he took off out the window to find out what was happening. First thing he should do was get one of those ray guns and bring it to Starr labs.
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