"You know, I think you need some help," Mark said to Brian. "Try some of this." He pulled out a bottle of syrup from his backpack and dumped it onto the remainder of Brian's pancakes.
Brian kept eating, but as soon as he had some of the new syrup, he felt something strange, some weird feeling growing out from his gut. Suddenly, everything in Brians head made sense, and he realized what he was feeling. The food, the syrup, his suddenly growing gut - he felt good, he felt big, he felt strong, he felt powerful again, he felt FAT! He continued to scoop the mound of pancakes into his mother, suddenly warmly content with his new, extra weight. He felt BIG! When the last pancake was history, he stood up from his chair, feeling his t-shirt roll up above his new gut, and his far-too tight blue jeans slide down below his new gut. Their skin-tight seams straining and creaking under the load (as Brian's butt and thighs had grown too), Brian walked over to Mark to say thanks - but when he got there, a sudden feeling swept over Brian, and he swept out his arms and gathered the skinny Mark into a tremendous bear hug. Mark struggled to get free, but encased in Brian's farm-strengthened, newly-fattened arms he was helpless to get away. Brian squeezed Mark tighter as he struggled, then planted a deep, hard kiss onto Mark's face before Mark could turn away.
"Thanks Mark," said Brian smiling, "without your encouragement I could never have found my fat self again!" He gave Mark another rib-cracking squeeze then let go, and Mark drop to the ground.
"Oh sorry bud, did that hurt?" Brian asked, holding out a hand. Mark, mindful of his dignity and not quite sure what had just happened, crawled just out of reach then got up.
"I'm OK," he said, nursing a bruised rib. "You big guys don't know your own strength!"
"Speaking of strength..." said Brian, looking away to where the other guys were still at the table, "I wonder how much the other guys have grown?" He ambles off, his tight jeans creaking, towards...