Carlos stared at himself in the mirror, not believing that he could have decayed so much. Looking down at his midsection, as if he thought the mirror might be lying, Carlos probed his stomach with a limp hand. The fat wreathing his abs yielded easily; it was soft and loose.
Carlos began a full inspection of himself, poking at his biceps and face, even turning so he could see his ass in the mirror. He was disquieted by his analysis, filled with a sense of unease and shame. He wasn't fat. Not even chubby. He wasn't. The more that the young teen inspected himself, the more dissatisfied and disgusted he became. He saw in his mind his old body, sleek and muscled, swift and strong. Not this worthless, jiggling flab. This was not what man was meant to be.
Carlos made a resolution right there. He would lose this alien weight, this soft and pliant fat that cloaked his real body. He would not let this decay progress any further.
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