Finally, all of the business clothes had been shed, and Cal stood revealed in all his 750 pound glory. "That must feel good," remarked Wilma, as Cal breathed deeply, clad in only his shorty spandex body suit. "What do you suppose Erick weighed?"
"155," Cal replied, his voice deeper than before. "I'm nearly five times his size - that was some shrinking job. I haven't been that skinny...you know, I was probably never that skinny, I was a pretty chunky little Greek!" He and Wilma both chuckled at this line, Cal's massive fat belly shaking with mirth, as he went on. "The looks of loathing Erick gave poor Alphonse - just think if he'd known how big I really am! But it worked - he thought I was a fellow scrawny; I even mentioned going to the gym, I bet he thinks I run too! These oompa-loompa clothes are amazing!"
"Yes indeed," remarked Wilma. "Well, eat a bit and get your strength back, then we'll call the team together for debrief. Fill THAT suit!" she added with a grin as she stepped out of the conference room, just as a serving window opened in one wall. Cal went over to the window, grabbed several filled plates, and sat down to eat, famished. "Fill this suit, she says," he muttered out loud, "the point of this suit is that I CAN'T fill it!" He started in on the plates which were filled with...
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