Your friends are okay!

You figure you can't really get out of this for now, may as well play along, hopefully Carla will keep her word and you'll be out of this as soon as you can be. Besides, you wonder about the voodo she is using, if it really coverts fat into money, it's tempting to say the least. True, you're not wanting to get fat again, but the prospect of something that could potentially prevent that, and make money out of any accidental weight gain... well, that may just be worth it if you can manage to convince Carla to let you have it. So you decide to be compliant for now. "Okay, so what do you want me to do?" you ask...

***

Carla has you take Freds place, drawing in customers to have their fortunes told. With each customer you feel the slightest buldge in your frame as a few more coins are deposited into the wolf bank. Beyond that she has you working simple chores cleaning up her tent, and going out to pick up lunch for her, simple servant things. She gives you an outfit, a lose fitting vest and baggy pants with a sash as a belt, obviously designed to handle your eminant gain, and to tailor to the theme of her services. The work is hardly difficult or taxing. After a couple of days, and an additional 50 pounds arund your waist, some familiar faces pop up.

"Albert! Fred!" you say, greeting the two as they hurry up to the tent, "Your OK!" you say, relieved that they did turn back to normal. "What about you?" says Albert, "You're looking a bit well fed." he says, glancing at the small expance witch is buldging out at your waist. You explain what is going on, about the bank and your current situation with Carla. "She says as soon as I get big enough, she'll shrink me down and let me go."

"Hmmmm, a 'calorie to cash' vodoo doll," ponders Albert, "Well, we're going to get you out of here, no way Carla can keep doing these things..." he starts. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on," says Fred, "We already know Carla can take us, do we really want to go barging in again just to have her lay another curse?" You nod, "Yeah, probably not a good idea, I think it's best if I just ride this out." You say, pretty sure angering Carla again will just get you deeper in trouble. "But... it's not... She..." stutters Albert, clearly not enjoying the idea of letting Carla get away with this. "I know you don't like it, but it's probably best to just pay our dues and get out rather then digging ourselves deeper." It takes some convincing, but eventually Albert relents and agrees not to mess with Carla, leaving you with the task of figuring out how to handle the rest of you servitude...

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