Despite his concern, Alan didn't want to upset his brother. He knew that Alex was still working hard in the gym, and perhaps this was just a phase. But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, it became clear that Alex's snacking habit wasn't going anywhere.
Alex's once muscular frame began to take on a slightly softer, rounder appearance. His once crisp six-pack was now a distant memory, replaced by a smooth layer of padding that stretched the fabric of his once loose-fitting gym clothes. His biceps, which had once bulged with power and strength, were now less defined, hidden beneath an increasingly doughy exterior.
Alan, on the other hand, maintained his lean and toned body, his dedication to clean eating and intense training evident in every sinewy muscle.
As the weeks went by, Alex's appetite showed no signs of waning. In fact, it seemed to grow exponentially with each passing day. Alan couldn't help but notice his brother's ever-expanding waistline, and the way his once muscular frame now sported a layer of plush softness that seemed to grow thicker by the day.
Alex's insatiable appetite didn't end with the chips and milk. He had now taken to devouring tubs of ice cream after their gym sessions, the cold, sweet treat disappearing spoonful by spoonful into his eager mouth. The once beefy twin had always been broader than Alan, with more muscular arms and a thicker rear, but now it seemed his entire body was expanding to accommodate his growing appetite.
Every day after their workouts, Alex would maintain his mantra, "Gotta fuel the tank," followed by a slap to his increasingly round gut. The sound of the slap would send ripples through his once-firm belly, and Alan watched in awe as the once-defined six-pack slowly disappeared beneath the accumulating pudge. Now, only the top row of abs could be seen, and even they were hidden beneath a generous layer of softness.
As Alex continued to pack away the calories, his gluttony began to take its toll on his lower body as well. The once muscular thighs and calves that had propelled him through countless runs now seemed to carry an extra layer of padding, and his formerly firm rear had taken on a softer, more voluptuous appearance.
Alan couldn't help but be drawn to the changes in his brother's appearance, no matter how hard he tried to look away. The way Alex's once tight gym clothes now clung to his rounded gut, emphasizing the contrast between his still muscular arms and the softness that had taken over his midsection, was undeniably fascinating.
Alan couldn't help but compare their vastly different physiques. While he still maintained his lean and chiseled body, Alex was becoming a living embodiment of indulgence, his once powerful frame now softened by the consequences of his voracious appetite.
Despite the growing concern for his brother's health, Alan found it increasingly difficult to tear his eyes away from the transformation that was taking place before him. The sight of Alex's increasingly plush body, the way his gut jiggled with each hearty laugh, and the ever-present mantra of "fueling the tank" all seemed to weave a spell that Alan found difficult to resist.