"You should have thought of that when ye stepped on me, lady!" The little man said as he aims his wand at you, finishing off the growth. "You are now a ripe old 699 Pounds!...Ah, Hell." and a quick zap from the stick hits you square in the right boob. "700! You look Marvelous, dear. Now I will be able to hear your fat ass tramping around from now on. Now, move forward, and see if you are still the winner you claimed to be, "Little" Missy!" He laughs.
You want nothing more than to step on him again, with your new weight, but that will only make things worse for you, so you move on, sobbing as you go, distraught at suddenly gaining 600 some odd pounds.
You slowly trudge throught the woods, the last remains of your clothing falling off as you head on. In the distance, you see a cabin with the lights on, perhaps a refuge for the coming night. As you move closer, you see a person inside, looking large and plump like yourself.
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