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The brown coat

You shrug off the ill thoughts you have and grab a brown coat. You slip it on over your shirt, and find that it's extremely warm, not to mention comfortable. You feel more relaxed than you have in years. A warm feeling sprouts in your gut and spreads to the rest of your body, and you sigh with pleasure. You realise your clothes fit you much better than they ever have. You lie back on the bed and close your eyes, and just lie there for several minutes, completely relaxed. Eventually the warm feeling fades, and you have to get up.

You groan and sit up, and your shirt rides up your hairy stomach, then becomes trapped around your breasts. You scratch your gut absently, then loosen your strangely tight belt and stand up. You yawn and stretch, then hitch up your pants and take a look in the mirror. You're gonna need some bigger clothes - the ones you're currently wearing aren't doing a very good job of covering your fat body. You take off the coat and peel off your shirt with difficulty, then grab a largish singlet from the pile of clothes you took from the closet. It slides over your belly easily, and hangs loose around your thighs. You swap your pants and belt for a larger pair as well, and tuck the singlet into them. Much better, even though these clothes are just a little too big.

You put the coat back on and button it up, then take a look in the mirror. Looking back at you is a hairy hunk of a man, with several hundred pounds too many. You grin and pat your huge beer gut, then realise that the coat has grown tight around it. You frown and unbutton the shrinking garment, which continues to grow smaller. The arms of the coat rip and you hear some of the seams popping on your back, and pull it off. You throw the ruined garment behind you, and turn back to the mirror.

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