Hank nodded resolutely to himself. Perhaps it was time to put aside the desk-work for a while and do something a little more active. There were training simulations in the Danger Room he hadn't tried yet, and he'd been neglectful of the free weights tucked under his bed somewhere. And... perhaps he would have to cut down on the Twinkie consumption, painful as it was to consider. Already he was starting to salivate at the thought of another of the yellow snack cakes… but no! He had to stand firm if he was going to get firm! But first he ought to know the damage beforehand.
Stepping onto the scale in his bathroom, Hank watched the digital display calculating... before putting him at 445, forty-five pounds over his average weight! His big furry hand went back to the bulge of softness at his center, pressing down into it a little. "Hm. Sorry, extraneous adipose, but the free ride is over. You can kiss your adipocytes goodbye."
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For the next three weeks, Hank stuck to his workouts, lifting weights, running on the treadmill, and going through his acrobatic routines on the uneven bars and pommel horse. The Danger Room programs, while obviously dangerous, certainly provided him a healthily increased heart rate and excellent exercise as well. As good as he was about cutting down on his beloved Twinkies though, he still found himself sneaking one every now and then, only to slap himself on the wrist for it later.
At the end of those three weeks, Hank stepped back onto his scale with confidence… and then felt that same confidence melt, pooling around his middle. The adipose had not only resisted his exercise, it had brought friends! '460' flashed up at him from the digital read-out. Hank's genius mind whirled, frowning down at the number. He stepped off the scale and stepped back on, and yet there the impossible number remained. What had he done wrong?
Well, obviously he hadn't tried hard enough! He'd have to dedicate more of his free time to burning the calories swamping his belly, and make more dietary sacrifices! He was not about to give up so easily! And so another three weeks were spent pushing himself even further. Even Scott had to admit that Hank had that edge of awe-inspiring determination whenever he bested another Danger Room program. Or maybe it was how hungry he felt, stomach craving something sweet, only sustained on fish, eggs, wheat-toast, and carrot sticks. The very thought of eating another celery stalk made Hank shudder in revulsion as he stepped on the scale again...
And then another different kind of shudder went through him. According to the scale, he now weighed 475 pounds. He was... officially tubby! He stared at himself in the mirror, resting both hands on his belly, shaking it. He pinched a good little bit more than an inch, growling with frustration and embarrassment. Was his chest and jaw line softening? That had to be his imagination... didn't it? It was impossible, he should've been shedding pounds like winter fur! He frowned at his reflection. "Something is wrong..."
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