Drawn by the excellent  NezumiChan

It didn't take long for Carl to simply stop walking and focus on the music, thick hands falling to his sides. His shirt had burst away completely, leaving his huge gut exposed. However, his arms showed more muscle than fat. Presumably his legs would as well, if his pants hadn't started expanding to keep up with them. A necklace appeared around his non-existent neck,bearing an anchor on it as his ipod swelled and regressed into a more low tech device, a boombox which he hefted onto his shoulder.

The whole time his tail was thickening until it was so large that it dragged on the ground behind him. A bandana tied itself on top of his head and he started walking again, jiving to the beat coming from the boombox and grinning. Carl was no more. Now Carlos, the eternally upbeat orca goon, had taken his place. Now he just needed to find some honeys...and some donuts. And all around him, people heard his music and started to look just a little bigger.