You're fat - but you don't realise it.

You wait. 5 seconds pass, then 10, then 20, without any change at all, although the belt has grown uncomfortably tight. You frown and look down, but don't see anything different. After loosening the belt, you lumber over to your companion.

"Are you sure these clothes are working?" You ask in a voice that's surprisingly deeper than normal.

He unfolds him arms and looks up at you. "Yeah, they're definitely working alright."

"Uh-huh." You say. "On another note, have you shrunken or something?"

"No," he sighs, "you've just gotten bigger."

"But I don't feel any different!"

"Then take a look in the mirror." He points to a full-sized mirror on the opposite wall. You raise an eyebrow, then walk over and take a look at yourself. You don't look any different - maybe the clothes make you look a little fatter? Not that you mind, really - you pat your large stomach happily, and it growls in response.

"Yeah, I don't see what the problem is." You say when you get back to the thinner guy.

"But--" he says, "you're fat!"

"Yeah, I know!" You reply. "Why do you think I came here in the first place? What the heck is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with ME? I just helped you get bigger! Remember? You wanted to be a 300-kg slob, so I--" he stops. "Ah."

"You're making absolutely no sense whatsoever." You mutter. "I'm outta here, thanks for the clothes."

"Wait!" He calls...

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