Food Critic's Just Deserts 3 (Patreon)

Craig had lost all sense of time and place. He was vaguely aware of the sun setting outside the diner windows, which meant he had been there for hours, but he was unable to focus on that with the food in front of him. He had never been so hungry in his life, never tasted food so rich, and delicious... Suddenly there was a loud crack, the sound of wood snapping, and with a wobbeling slap, Craig fell to the floor, his chair a splintered mess beneath him. Brittany put down the tray she was holding, and rushed over. She could hardly contain her excitment at what she saw before her. The formerly sphelt food critic's body was reverberating and undulating uncontrollablly from the impact of falling to the ground. His face bore an expression of deep horror, as he struggled to right himself. But it was only after the assistance of Brittany, and several heaving grunts, that Craig was slowly able to rise to his feet. 

By the time he was fully upright, he looked like a mess, sweaty and ghasping for air, his expanded body, swying pendulously from side to side "I- <huff> don't understand! <URP> w-what's <UURRP> Happening to me?"

"Oh silly!" She said as she adjusted his arm around her shoulder. "Someones a little greedy, that's all! I'm just giving you the body to match your personality! And you're doing all the work for me, anyway!" Brittany laughed. She was truly beside herself with joy. She had never seen anyone under the potion's influence expand so massively, in such a short amount of tim.

"<UUURRRP>", Craig belched again loudly, "What are you talking about?" Craig ghasped. 

"Come on!", said Brittany, grabbing the soft flesh of Craig's exposed belly, marveling at how it oozed between her fingers. "I'll show you!"