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As you slowly wake up, your eyes held shut, you wonder how long you were out cold. From the smell of things, you're still gaining weight, as you feel a few more pounds heaped on your frame. You try to sit up... and your belly stops you halfway. Wow, you must have gained 300 pounds. The rope has loosened, as the witch said, but slowly. It's still tight as it tries to catch up to your jiggling frame. You have an idea to break the rope... but it won't be pleasant. You decide it's the only way, though, and if it's magic fat, it won't inferfere with your muscles enough to really do damage. You regret it, and immediatley begin sucking in the red-tinted air. Your paunch begins to spread before you, sagging down and spreading out. Your chin multiplies, quickly gaining family to keep it company. The rope tightens and tightens as you swell... and the candles are burning lower... but you must be gaining 3 pounds per elongated breath. You may not be able to hold out soon... SNAP! The ropes break! Now to break out of the cage... Easy. You roll over and use your gut to stand up. Then you lean against the bars to break them. But you're still trapped...
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