The Donut Box

Matty wasn't too thrilled when his flatmate brought home a box of iced ring donuts, especially when he was supposed to be on a healthy eating kick. He took his diet incredibly serious but evidently Joe didn't considering the gut he had developed over the past several months. Even all of Matty's teasing over the other's gained weight couldn't get Joe back in the gym. He seemed content to let rolls of fat hang over the waistline of his sweatpants and his cheeks to balloon out and give his once square-like face a rounder appearance. It was a waste of good genes as far as Matty was concerned and the friendship between himself and his once best friend had been seriously strained once Joe's weight gain began.

The only thing worse than the presence of the donut box was that Joe had disappeared soon after, leaving the box open and the sweet smell lingering in the air of their kitchen for Matty to wade right into. Despite having previously felt rather full, his stomach suddenly growled and his attention was immediately captured by the display of delicacies. He had to admit that they looked good - twelve in total with a variety of flavours and decorations. Why were they so captivating? 

One can't hurt, Matty decided, his resistance to the sweet treats vanishing almost instantly. He rationalised it by suggesting that he'd just do another hundred crunches during his evening workout. The white icing and multi-coloured hundreds nonpareils were simply too enticing for him to resist and he snatched the donut out of the box to present it to his mouth before rational thought could even attempt to make an appearance at the battle. The moment the treat touched his mouth he was doomed as Joe's plan came to fruition. After enduring needless comments about his added weight Joe had decided to fire back against his image-obsessed flatmate by taking away the thing he loved most.

In the moments that followed the donut touching his lips Matty felt like he was in absolute bless. The blissful taste of strawberries filled his mouth and prompted him to take a further bite - then another and another until it was all gone, demolished in mere seconds. Pressing a hand to his abs, Matty savoured the taste for a moment and then let out an almighty belch that rocked through his whole body. He suddenly felt lacking of breath and wheezed as he steadied himself against the kitchen counter, weighed down by a sudden inexplicable heaviness.

With his hand still pressed against his mid-section, Matty was greeted to the sensation of his stomach beginning to bloat and his prized six-pack abs disappearing between a wall of ever-expanding fat that pushed out and over hi waistband. The doughy flesh spread across his body in mere seconds, replacing the muscle mass that had been hard-earned through years of dedicated training. His arms lost their strength and definition and while his thick thighs continued his sweatpants to the limit it was not from hard muscle but rather from added fat. He was absolutely horrified by everything his body had become and yet could do nothing to combat the changes that had overwhelmed him so easily.

Even as he attempted to comprehend the change his body had endured, Matty found his attention once again captured by the box. Those chocolate-covered donuts sure did look just as delicious and tempting and the former jock seemed to lack any sort of resistance when it came to sweet treats...