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Negative results

You pull into the parking lot of the store, clutching in your hands the photo of you and the photo of garden. You struggle out of the car, feeling the burn in your legs and arms as you pull your weight out of the seat. If this keeps up, it won't be long before you'll need Albert and Freds help just to get out of bed.

You wobble into the store, heading strait to the development counter. The Clerk there looks up to see you, but doesn't really bat an eyelash, likely since your body type has become a bit more common recently. "Hello," he says in a friendly tone, "Coming to drop off some film?"

"Um... no actually, I was wondering if you would be able to turn these into negatives?" you ask, holding out the two photos. The clerk takes them and looks them over, checking the photo type. "Hmmm, I think we can, were you looking to pick them up tomorrow?" he asks.

"Would it be possible to do them now?" you ask, not wanting to have to wait until the next day to find out if this works. You could be too big to move by that point. The Clerk opens a book, looking over it. "It'll take a few hours," he says, "But we don't have anything booked, so I don't see a problem." You breath a sigh of relief. "There's a bench over there if you want to wait." he says, then takes the two photo's in back. You move over to the bench and carefully settle your weight down on it, not wanting to break it. You feel worried and excited, but at the same time, your larthegy is catching up to you, and the bench is kinda comfortable....

***

"Sir?"

You snort awake, suddenly aware you fell asleep again. The clerk is standing in front of you. "We're finished, if you would like to pay," he says. You check the clock, and a few hrs have passed, you must have nodded off, but at least he was kind enough to wake you. Yawning, you get up and pay the man, and he hands to the envelop with the negatives. You walk out the store and open it, looking at it along with the originals, then look down at your body. It doesn't seem to be getting any smaller, and after your nap, you notice your belly has slid out from under your shirt. Though the shirt isn't tight yet, your stomach has become too big to cover it, leaving the bottom hanging out, even as you try pulling it down. Huffing you go back to the car, hoping that the negatives reverse the effects at some point.

As you squeeze in and drive home, you feel your hopes sinking, as you don't feel any change, and by the time you get home, you are almost wedged in the car, as your size pushes against the steering wheel. You trudge into the house, and go to the mirror, looking at yourself, pulling out the picture to compare. Yeah, you match now, a huge fat wolf stands before you, with a belly hanging down to his knees, flabby cheeks, thick arms and legs, and looking fit to burst. If not for the different clothing you would be a match, if not bigger. You feel your bloated stomach gurgle some more, and belch, still feeling that stuffed sensation. If that is any indication, you doubt this is the end of it.


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