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You pick up the purple bottle. At least you can be sure you won't go too far with this one - drinking too much orange could send you into negative weight. And you really don't want to find out what'd happen if you weighed below zero. You take a small sip of the purple liquid, then realise that it doesn't matter anyway and down the entire bottle. Your already-bloated stomach growls, and you begin to gain weight at a preposterous rate. Your shirt stretches to its limit within seconds, as your gut and chest swell and grow, leaving you half naked in the middle of the room. Your pants creak and groan as you shift your ass, and begin tearing as your thighs inflate. Soon they've broken to the point of resembling a loincloth, held in place by your extremely tight belt, which snaps mere seconds later. Luckily your underwear is of the ultra-elastic kind.
You realise that once you actually reach 400 Kgs, you're not going to be able to move. You heave yourself over to the scales, leaning on them to support your weight. You glimpse the needle as it soars past 200, and clutch at your massive belly. You're soon soaked in sweat, and placing your full weight on the scales, which seem to be built to carry someone muh heavier. Your feet suddenly give out, and you find yourself plonked on the scales, legs trapped under your colossal stomach. You pat it absent-mindedly, then close your eyes and drift into a sloth-induced sleep.
When you wake up, all you can see is pink. You try to move your arms, but they're held down by an impossible amount of weight, as is the rest of your body. You struggle and writhe in your prison, but nothing changes whatsoever. You groan, and the strange material wobbles slightly, like jelly, or... Your eyes open wide as you realise what's happened. You yell and thrash in the fleshy prison of your own fat, but realise its hopeless. There's no way you're moving. You remember the orange potion, and regret having it on you in order to reverse the effects. You must be well past the world record for the fattest man in the world or something. You groan again, cursing your idiocy and stupidness.
What now, you wonder?
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