Think positive

Trying to keep your shirt down, you think, trying to come up with something else that may fix this. Tearing up the pictures didn't work, taking another picture didn't work, what else can your try. You feel a ping at your thighs, as a stitch gives out in legs, a bulge of fat pushing through like a balloon under pressure. You should change before you ruin another set of clothing. You lumber to the stairs, feeling your calves rubbing together, as your stomach bounces, pushing your shirt up and your stomach rolls out, pushing into your waistband painfully.

You huff and puff up the stairs, feeling exhausted as you reach your room, and resist the urge to lay down. If you fall asleep, you may wake up unable to move. You strip down and get a larger set of clothes, puling up your pants, but leaving your belly hanging over the waistband, hoping it will help it last longer, while you slide on another shirt. You move to the bathroom to see the damage, and see the end of the shirt hanging off your belly with a sizable gap. Your arms are looking a lot thicker, folds starting to hang off your elbows, and your face is looking fuller, your second chin has grown and is almost eclipsing your neck, and your cheeks look the size of baseballs. You bring a hand to it and see it wobble like jello in the reflection. Even your fingers look thicker and fatter.

You sigh again, it seems like no matter what you do you end up like this, it's hard to think positive about this when it keeps happening. Wait a minute...

Photo... positives... negatives? Wait, could you reverse the effect if you somehow make a negative of the photo? Will that even work? Developed photos aren't all that common, and polaroids... can you even make negatives? Well it's worth a try.

You go to Fred's room to his computer, sit down and scoot in, looking up stores in the area for a photo development lab. At the same time you look up polaroids to see if it's possible to make a negative from an instant photo. When you find a store, and confirm you can indeed, you give a whoop, standing up quickly and raising your arms in excited triumph.

As you do your belly hits the underside of the table, causing the entire thing to lift, then tip over, sending all Fred's computer equipment crashing to the floor. Panicking you bend over to try and pick it up, only to feel the unaccustomed weight pull you forward and you crash on top of it, you belly shaking as it hits it. Panting your force yourself up again, and pull up the table, and carefully pick up everything. Thankfully nothing seems damaged.

You need to be more aware, there is a lot more of you to account for now. You wobble out the room and down the stairs, step by step, starting to have difficulty seeing where to place your feet. You head for the car, and move the seat back all the way before squeezing in. It feels a lot more claustrophobic in here, but you have no time to weight... uh wait.

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