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Yo-Yo

Sighing, you decide to head back home, maybe Fred or Albert can help you figure this out. You stand up... only to feel the chair follow you. What? The chair is a small doctors chair with arm rests, but you had no trouble sitting down in it. Now though your rear and sides fill out the seat. You push on the arm rests, slowly pushing your body free, then rush to the bathroom and look at yourself in the mirror. You're definitely looking fatter, lifting your arms and seeing your shirt rise over a bulging belly and highlights your budging chest. You pull your shirt back down, noting your arms being constricted by the sleeves, and the extra chin forming under your muzzle.

Suddenly your mind goes back to the camera and the photos. But weren't they supposed to be harmless? Feeling doubtful, you think you need to go and check again. You huff out of the clinic, feeling tired and groggy and bloated, getting in the car, when you hear a ripping sound, and see your pants have ripped again. Not again, you think, as you start the car, having to adjust the seat for the belly now sitting in your lap. You pull out into the parking lot... right into traffic. You see a long line of cars, and notice police lights in the distance form perhaps and accident. You sigh again.

A short 'rip' from your pants catches your attention, as the tear widens. Are you... putting on more weight as you sit here? You gulp, looking at your stomach. What is this, the third time you have gotten fat? Talk about yo-yo dieting.


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