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The door swings open, and you catch a glimpse of a rather stretched pair of pants before you're shoved into them. Literally.
Instead of colliding with the fabric, you sort of slide into them, like they're a mirage, or water. It even feels like water - cold and wet. You shiver as you pass through the clothing, and into a much larger, bulkier, flabbier object. You're about to yell for help, but before the words get out of your mouth you're sucked into the massive thing, and your mouth is filled with a disgusting, fatty substance. You go blind as your face and body are enveloped. You can still feel, smell, taste and hear, but it's hard; your senses have been smothered and dulled by what you now recognise is fat. You suddenly realise that you can't breathe - the fat has completely covered your mouth, and with a sickening thought, you discover that it's also forced its way into your lungs. You're going to suffocate! You writhe and thrash in your fleshy prison, but you're stuck fast. As the last of your strength fades, you close your eyes.
When you open them again, you find yourself lying on what seems to be a bench, with a heavy weight pressing down on your body. You groan and sit up with a large amount of difficulty, and the weight shifts to seat itself on your legs. You look down, and your mouth drops open in shock. You're fat! You look up, and notice a mirror on the opposite wall. You're about to get up and get a closer look at yourself, when one of the guards walks in.
He sees you on the bed, and grins. "Oh good, you're awake. Did you rest well?"
You're about to spit an insult when you realise that you actually feel pretty good - more relaxed than you have in ages, in fact. "Yeah, I guess." You look down at your flabby body. "What did you do to me?"
The guard laughs. "I didn't do anything - the FatSuit did all the work." You notice that he pronounces the word like it's a brand.
"Fatsuit?"
"FatSuit." He corrects you. "It made you fat."
A single word flares in your mind. "Why?"
"You wanted to be a security guard, and now you are one. Being fat's a part of the job."
"But I never asked to be a guard!" You exclaim. "I don't want this!"
The guard shrugs. "The process is irreversible. You're stuck like this, just like we are." He grins. "You might as well get used to it." And with that, he closes the door and leaves you alone in the room.
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