Gore stood in the middle of his lab, utterly transformed. The remnants of his red boxers clung desperately to his thickened hips and rounded backside, the fabric stretched to its limit before finally tearing with a soft rip. He let out an exasperated sigh, his green eyes narrowing as he glanced at the scraps of fabric on the floor. “Damn it… not the boxers too,” he muttered, though the faintest hint of a smirk betrayed his growing amusement.

His hands trailed along his chest, fingers sinking into his now plush moobs. They jiggled slightly with every movement, the soft fur warm under his touch. He hated how much he liked the sensation, a deep rumbling purr escaping from his throat despite himself. His belly, massive and round, protruded prominently, almost glowing with a healthy sheen. It swayed gently with every step, the weight of it both burdensome and oddly comforting.

Gore’s tail swished behind him, brushing against his thicker thighs. “This is so wrong,” he grumbled, his ears flicking back in defiance as he pressed his palms against his belly. The fat pushed back, soft yet firm, jiggling slightly as he gave it a curious pat. “But it feels… so good.”

He tried to scowl, but the purring betrayed his attempt at indignation. His hands roamed further, tracing over the curve of his sides and down to his widened hips. His new body was a far cry from the lean, sharp image he had envisioned, but there was something oddly satisfying about it. He couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle, his tail flicking in amusement.

“Maybe I went overboard,” he mused aloud, his voice laced with both frustration and reluctant acceptance. “But… who says a mad scientist can’t be a little… plush?” A wide grin spread across his face, his confidence returning as he flexed one of his arms—though the motion only sent his chest and belly wobbling again.

Gore sighed, his purring louder now as he leaned back against the workbench. He gazed at the remains of his experiment, shaking his head with a mix of disbelief and amusement. “Guess I’ll need to tweak the formula… after a snack break.”

With one final pat to his belly, Gore ambled over to the kitchen, his steps heavy yet strangely confident. The experiment may not have gone as planned, but he couldn’t deny—this new form had its perks.