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The Proof of the Pudding...

Well, you'll never have to worry about being too thin again, that's obvious. You've grown a little, up to about 8 feet, but everything else seems to be fat. You try to stand to get a better look, but for now, you're pinned down.

On your back, your gut swells about 2 or 3 feet over you, and makes you twice as wide (at least) as you were. Not massive, but not good either. Your forelegs are now very chubby, your hindlegs probably more so. With super-equine effort, you twist your bulk to look behind you. Your butt has gotten much softer, pushing out about a foot, half-swallowing your tail. Not even mares will find you attractive now, you think sourly.

Just when you think that's all there is to see, you notice that your long neck feels shorter than it did. Craning the offending appendage to its new limits, you catch sight of yourself in an odd bit of mirror. Your nose could have shrunk, but you decide that it's more likely to be an illusion, created by your massive cheeks and multiple chins, resting atop a thick neck padded with fat.

You find yourself hoping that you start to get thin again like before, soon. You catch hold of a still-full crate and practice lesson one for hefty horses: how to stand up. You eventually gain vertical. Grimacing at how your blubber shifts, you try to assess your situation. But your stomach hasn't given up yet, and the crate you're holding onto smells so goooood.

Dare you even think of food now?


Written by Lupine (edited by wanderer)

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