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You wake some time later, your head feeling like it is in a vice for the headache you have. Scratch that, like your head is in a vice, has a sword sticking in it, and you have a thanksgiving day parade marching on your skull. You remind yourself in future, when a small blue man say's bad juju, listen to the damn blue man! It takes a few minutes of trying to think around the massive migrane your having to start recalling some of the things that happened after you tried the spiked fruit.
...Oh crap baskets.
You recall through your hase something about a gingerbread house and a witch, not to mention being as fit for basic common sence as a mental patient with the IQ of a 5 year old. You actually walked right into a witches gingerbread house without a second thought. And stuffed yourself... AGAIN! You look down at your body, confirming what your already expecting. Your vast form resembles a jello mold for all the rolls you count. YOu barely can reach past the mounds of fat framing your chest to grasp at giant doughnut of fat ringing your body below. You can't even see your legs, but feel your stomach pressing on them, and feel them rubbing up against each others. You have to roll to get into a position you can hope to get back to your feet in, and the effort it takes to lift yourself leaves you panting, and you note that you can feel your stomach bouncing off the ground from a standing position.
Your in big trouble, as you recall you couldn't squeeze in here without widening the opening. Even with your wits restored to you, your not sure how to get out of this, suddenly recalling that the witch had mentioned making a roast out of you. Speaking of which...
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