Well, at least the clothes fit you now...

Dear god, someone would have to be absolutely HUGE in order to fit these clothes properly - is it even possible for someone to get that fat? You shake your head and chuckle, then motion to take off the baggy outfit.

As you do, though, your fingers brush against some sort of knob on the belt, right next to the belt buckle. Curious, you bend over and take a closer look. You find a small dial, numbered from 100 - 600. It looks like you can push the dial in once you reach the desired number - on a whim, you spin it all the way to 600 and press it in with your thumb. Almost instantly, you grow heavier and collapse to the ground in a wobbling heap.

"Ugh... What the heck just happened?"

You attempt to sit up, but it feels like there's a colossal weight pressing down on you - is there a fatass sitting on your stomach or something? You look down at your body, and your mouth drops open in shock. You're fat, and very much so - you can barely see your stomach over your swollen chest, let alone your legs or feet. You groan and manage to prop yourself up on one arm, then pull yourself up the rest of the way using the bed. The floorboards creak under your heavy frame, and your feet feel like they're on fire, so you sit down on the bed.

Written by an anonymous author

No more pages for this story line have been written yet. Use the link below to write one of your own!

Add your own new page to the story!

Back to the parent page

(This page has not yet been checked by the maintainers of this site.)