203 Tier-2 Evolution Part 2 ~Brance~

Leaning back in his chair while rubbing his belly in contentment, Cynrik belched loudly. The group had wasted a whole hour gorging themselves in preparation for the Evolution process. Still, it was a necessary loss of time as, without these essential nutrients, they ran the risk of turning into skeletons by the end of their changes.

"You're up first, little brother; go change into some basketball shorts and a tank top you don't mind destroying; we all know how much ick comes out of our bodies when we Evolve," Cynrik stated between burbs, his eyes closed in the shape of crescents as he wallowed in his fatness happily like a dog.

Standing up with a grunt, Brance quickly dashed off to his bedroom and returned around five minutes later, dressed in silver basketball shorts and a white loose-fitting muscle shirt.