Grey walked out of the outpost with a deep stretch, reaching his fists toward the skies and grunting. He was finally full, but he had a feeling he would be hungry again soon.
'This is going to be a fucking problem…' Grey sighed, shaking his head.
Now that he had time to adjust and actually spend time in his body, he realized why it was he was so fat. There was a practically infinite well of energy within each one of his fat cells. It wasn't that Joaquin's power had been so great, but by the time it transferred, it was so enhanced by his fat that it projected it to be so.
That was to say that right now, the power of this body wasn't Grey's own, it was whatever external source had triggered these changes in him.
