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The big, the stuffed and the rotund.

"I was praying you had figured something out, but it sounds like your at just as much a dead end as we are." says Albert, sighing.

"What about Angela?" You ask, wondering if she would have some answers for this.

"Well, she's a demon expert," says Albert in contemplation, "But this is a cursed object, she can't exorcise it because the demons in hell. Well, technically you are... were the demon that cursed it... this is too confusing, I don't think she would be able to do anything."

"Well... I bought the camera, maybe you can think of something I haven't tried?" you say, handing him the camera. He takes it and examines it. "I guess..." he says, not looking to thrilled, but starts walking inside. You follow, waddling and heaving your self, huffing to keep up. As you walk through the door, you feel your sides stick as you wedge yourself in, struggling to pull your bulk through. "Hey... little help?" you say, panting.

Albert looks back then comes and helps pull you through. You're left catching your breath, and lean against the wall, feeling your bulk hit it before your hand. "Man... I'm turning into a blob." you say, then add, disappointedly, "Again."

Albert, sighs, "Yeah, you think you'd be used to this by now." he says, then puts an arm around your back and helps lift your stomach so you can walk a bit faster. As you get to the reception hall, you see Fred run out "Alber...oooff" he says, as he runs right into you, sinking in like a beanbag, before bouncing off. "Whoa..." he says, before shaking it off. "Man, your getting big, " he says, as he gets up, putting his arms out to heft your gut.

"Fred," you say, a bit annoyed. He corrects himself, "I mean, not that there is anything wrong... I mean... It's not that bad..." You sigh, and go inside the reception hall. You eye is immediately drawn to Rick, sitting on the ground, with a plate in his hand. Albert was right, he is huge now, probably dwarfing a couch for size, dresses in the rags of a ruined dress suit. His stomach rolls out between his legs, and his shape can only be described as round all over.

"Hey," he says, spotting you, "Looking good there!" he yells waving at you. You cringe a bit. You waddle over. "Hey Rick," you say, "Sorry you got dragged into this again." you say apologetically.

"Are you kidding? This is great!" he says, leaning over and scooping you up in his arms in a huge embrace, you feel yourself roll onto him like two giant balloons, "You really helped me out, you should have seen my mom's face. Finally, I'm not the runt!" he says, letting go, and you roll down him bulk, almost continuing across the floor before Albert, stops you. You wobble to your feet, your body still undulating from the motion.

"Yeah, but you can't even move." you say, and Rick scoffs, and gets up, easily hefting is bulk, though you hear floorboards creaking, "As if," he says, "been bulking up, and now I'm larger then life!" he says, flexing, though you can't see any definition. He holds out his plate to you, "Here have some cake, with a bit of work, you and I can be bulk buds." your stomach gurgles, and you let out a belch, still feeling stuffed and a bit sick to your stomach at the offer. "Um... no thanks, I don't really want to get that big." you say.

"A bit late for that," he says, pinching your cheek and shaking, setting it wobbling. "Face it chubbs, you and me got a thing going, and there's no way to go but up!" he says. and tosses the cake into his open jaw, chewing and swallowing before sitting back down, causing the room to shake.

You can't help but agree a little, so far nothing you have done reversed the effects of the photo, and you can feel your shirt riding higher and higher on you as your cloths get tighter and tighter. You don't know what to do and no one else does either, so how are you going to deal with this?


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