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Third Photo

As Rick pulls the camera to face Fred, you move, faster then you knew you were capable in this body, throwing yourself in front of Albert as the camera flashes. Rick lowers it, then looks surprised to see you there as the photo slides out. Not wanting to give him a second chance, you run at him. All your exercise seems to have paid off, despite being a huge blob, you throw yourself forward footstep after foot. Sure your legs at burning from friction, but you thrust your body forward, even as if crashes from side to side, hurling yourself at Rick.

You collide with him, the look of shock on his face the only thing as you send both of you tumbling. The camera falls out of Ricks hand, hitting the floor, as both you and him come crashing down on top of it. You hear shattering plastic and glass.

"NO! yells rick, moments before you roll on top of him, pinning him down with your own weight. "Get off me, " he says, trying to reach for you, but having to haul himself and you against gravity is too much for him. You pant, having used a good portion of energy in that maneuver.

Albert gets up, "Wow, great moves," he says. "Thanks..." you pant, "Just, you know, throwing my weight around." Albert chuckles a little, coming over, and sees the photo on the ground. He picks it up and looks at it, grimacing.

"Um... sorry about this," he says, holding the photo to you. You see a bean bag spread across the frame. Wait no, that's you. Last picture didn't capture much details, but this one shows you fully... mostly, as the blob exceeds the doorframe, but it is you, laying on your rump, at this point hard to tell what animal you are. your legs and arms are trapped by rings of flesh and flab, almost swallowed up by the rest of you. Even your head is hard to make out when it is framed with flab to that extent.

You sigh, "I wish I could say I was disappointed, but we knew this was coming." you say. "Thanks for recuing me anyway, at least I won't go down a dribbling size obsessed idiot.

"Well, maybe if you keep working out you can stay mobile." Says Albert hopefully.

"Look at the picture," you say, "I doubt I'll be able to even get my feet on the floor." There is a gurgle at your stomach, which still feels stuffed. You swear you can feel yourself getting fatter.

"What about Rick?" you ask.

"We call the cops." he says, "But... I think he needs a little karmic justice." he adds, picking up the camera and putting it in Ricks face, flashing a picture twice. To photos slide out, and Albert lets them drop to the floor, ignoring them as he does over and lifts the couch, moving it over, pushing you off Rick and places it on him, pinning him in place. Rick struggles, trying to move, but his size keeps him from reaching the couch enough to budge it off him.

"You want size Rick, fine, we won't bother you about it again." he says, helping you waddle out the door. He stops at Ricks truck, and stabs the tires, you hear the air wooshing out of them. "We'll call the cops in a few hours, I don't think he'll be getting very far after those photo's kick in."

He helps you into the back of his truck, and you find yourself filling most of the bed. He start it, and the engine struggles as it tries to pick up speed, the suspension pushed down under your weight, but eventually he manages to get to the road, heading home. As you pull into the drive, you hear a pop, and a bang, as a wheel goes out. You groan, and Albert looks at the damage before helping you out. "Don't worry about it, it's just good to have you home.

You go inside, having to have Albert help push you through the door, and you flop on the couch, the scene feeling familiar.


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