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Size envy.

"I'm... not sure how to handle this, I got to think for a while," says Albert, who goes up to his room. Rick in the mean time has essentially pushed Fred aside, gathers up everything sweet from the fridge and plops back down on the couch. "Seriously, you better pay me back for all that," says Fred, stomping off and slamming his door in a fit, leaving you alone with Rick as he opens a jam jar and scoops out spoonfuls. For a few moments, you sit in silence, unsure of what to say here, but Rick breaks it first.

"So, demon of gluttony?" he says between mouthfuls.

"Yeah... kinda an accident," you say.

"Got anything besides the possession thing?" he asks, having taken this in in strides.

"Not sure really, still new to it, sorry about before." you say, "Were you conscious through all that?"

"Yeah, weird, but gave me time to calm down a little, sorry for trying to crush you." He says, scraping the bottom of the jar.

"So you really don't care about... getting fat?" you ask.

"Naw, I've been on special diets all my life, and I'm really sick of it," he says, "If I gotta be big by being fat, then so what?" he says, opening a jar of peanut butter and proceeding to empty it.

"Hey, you are a demon of gluttony, think you got any short cuts?" he asks suddenly, "I mean, you gotta have some power somewhere, can we like, make a deal or something. I'd love to show up to me sisters wedding twice the size of that elephant." he says, looking a little hopeful.

"Um... you sure, I have no idea about how any of that is supposed to work. I've seen Albert swell so big he can't move."

"Yea, but, you won't know if you don't try, and I'm at least willing to go that route. Come on, think of it like a willing test subject." he says, looking at you with pleading eyes...


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