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You feel a sense of claustrophobia, wanting to panic, but being locked in place prevents you from doing anything but let out muffled sounds as you try to scream. You can't even bend a finger against the pressure, your eyes darting around for anything, but as minutes turn to hours, you are left with nothing to fixate on but that small patch of ceiling. After some time of your heart racing and breathing hard, you are finally forced to settle down, if nothing else because your doing nothing that is resulting in anything. All you can do is wait, and think. You wonder what is going to happen to you now? Will you starve here? Can you even starve with all this flab? Does the witch actually have a plan for you, or is she just going to leave you here? Is this really your life now? As hour after hours pass, your left pondering the possibilities, unable to act on anything, passing through phases of panic, existential crisis, and boredom.
Suddenly you feel something, its hard to tell because your blind to most of your body, but you feel pressure as something grabs onto folds of flab, moving up your side until finally a face pops over your horizon. Its the werewolf!
"Wow, you weren't kidding," he says, looking over you, "Your like... a giant bean bag. You let out muffled sounds, but fail to move, just glaring at him. "Yeah, I know your mad, but here me out. You want out of this, and I want out, and you did me a solid, so I owe you, and I always pay back my debts, so... I snatched this from the witch's room." he holds up a wine bottle, "One of her beauty potions, she has his fixation on being young and beautiful, so has tones of stuff to take whenever she thinks she's too old or wrinkled, or short, or gained too much weight... Anyway, this is her diet stuff, so it should hopefully fix you right up." he says.
You mumble, still unable to say any, but skeptical. "Well, you don't have much other options," he says trying to read your eyes. He pulls the cork out with his teeth and slides into the crater of your head. He pries up your lips and sticks the bottle in, and you feel it flowing into your mouth, between your teeth. He is right, you don't have any other option, you allow it to slide back and swallow, barely able to make the movement with the pressure around you. You gulp little by little, taking in more and more. That little makes you feel even more bloated with so little room in you.
Then you feel pressure starting to loosen. Your stomach gurgles, and your joints pop back together, and you feel flab starting to melt away on you, allowing you to take in more of the potion, which you begin gulping down, knowing it's go a long way to go. You drain it dry as the pressure continues to recede, and wait to see the results...
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