Tough luck indeed.

"Tough luck!" James says, and promptly turns on his heel and walks towards the doorway. By the time you've reacted, he's already through the door and disappeared into the forest.

You stand shocked in the door frame for several seconds, then groan and head back inside. As you walk back into the shack, you can feel yourself growing heavier - already your clothes have started getting tighter. By the time you've reached the centre of the room, your shirt has been forced up the swelling curve of your belly, which hangs over your belt by a good 5 cm. As you bend down to pick up the clothes James left behind, you find that it's much harder than before, due to your new beer gut rubbing up against your thighs. You manage it though, then straighten with a bit of difficulty and walk to the bedroom, where you strip off your painfully tight clothes.

As you do so, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror - you're almost unrecognisable. Your large stomach dominates most of your frame, and your jiggling breasts rest heavily on top of it, giving you a barrel-cheated look. Your arms and legs are huge and swollen, encased in countless layers of muscle and fat - mostly fat. Your face is far chubbier than before, and you have a double chin, which covers your neck entirely. Turning to the side, you realise just how fat you are - your belly juts out well past your previous waistline, and your ass rivals it in size. To top it all off, you also have a thick covering of body hair - you didn't notice it growing, but it's in full view now. Almost all of your skin has disappeared under the dense forest of curls, save for your hands and feet. You run your hands through your beard, then grimace and start pulling on your new clothes.

After several minutes of struggling to stuff your fat body into the all-too-tight clothes, you finally manage it - you're now the spitting image of a hunter. An overweight, hairy one, at that. You sigh and head to the other room, then flop into one of the chairs, which creaks dangerously under your new weight.

What now?

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