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Internet blogs and pizza.

After several minutes of heaving your body down the hall and throught he doorway, you realise it's pointless - there's no way anything could fit you now, not even your uncle's clothing. You try pulling the shirt on just in case, but it can't even get past your moobs. You sigh and decide to go shirtless (and pantsless) for the day; luckily your underwear is of the ultra-elastic kind. You slowly lumber out of the room, then carefully make your way downstairs. It's hard to move around the house with all of your unwanted weight, but you somehow manage to make it to the computer before collapsing in a quivering, huffing heap of fat. Who knew just walking aroun the house could be so tiring?

Your stomach growls angrily, and you grab the phone, punching in the number of your closest pizza place. You end up ordering 10 pizzas and 5 cokes, then hang up and jump on the Internet. Your bloated fingers direct the cursor to the search bar, and you type 'extreme weight gain' into the field. Results for weight-gain supplements, fiction, and weight loss routines appear, but you pass all of them, searching for something similar to what's happened to you. After several hundred pages of results, you finally find a blog written by a guy who is apparently suffering the same activity.

"Over the last few weeks, I've been having this dream. I wake up in some sort of room, and there's this mirror hanging on the wall. When I look in it, I end up seeing this really fat version of myself. Is this supposed to mean something?"

You look up the next entry;

"So hey, you know that dream I was talking about? Yeah, I think it's gotten serious. Last night I looked in that dream-mirror thing, and there was this guy who looked at least 300 kg staring back at me. But I didn't really think too much of it. But then I woke up, and I was this huge fatass. I cant go outside like this. I can't even fit in my old clothes..."

You search up the most recent entry, skipping at least 10 others.

"I think I've found a way to stop this dream stuff. The next time I go to sleep, I'm going to smash that fucking mirror. Maybe that'll stop all of this supernatural bullshit. Wish me luck."

That entry was from several months ago. Did it work, you wonder? You suppose there's no harm in trying this guys suggestion...

Your train of thought is suddenly interrupted by the doorbell ringing, and you realise the pizza guy's been waiting for 10 minutes.


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