This choice: Stewie has fixed his multiverse gun, and wants to send Brian on a special trip • Go Back...Chapter #7A little time later by: Lomax   "Oh Brian!~" Stewie called out melodically down the hall, "I've got something heavy for you to lift"
Brian, who had been preoccupied with admiring his reflection, smirked to himself, both for how good he looked as he flexed and also at Stewie needing his help after he rubbished his exercise routine earlier. "Coming" he yelled back.
Stewie thought about making a dirty joke, but decided against it as he had to make sure everything worked exactly right. He placed the fake multiverse gun and lego block on the floor precisely where his complex math dictated it should go. "There, that should do it." he said to himself
"Do what?" Brian asked
"Wha? Oh nothing. Say Brian, you're a hulking young stud" Steiw greatly exaggerated, "be a good boy and help me move that large box of retro fashion magazines to the top shelf please?"
"fashion magazines?"
"Don't judge me, I just like the pretty dresses." Stewie said as he readied the real multiverse controller behind his back.
Brian picked up the box, it wasn't actually very heavy, but it was sure large, blocking his eyesight. "Now uh, you said you want it on the shelf? I don't know it it'll fit..."
"Oh I'm sure it will just give it a go, now just take a few steps to your left...."
"Ouch!" Brian yelped, as his foot trod on the lego. Brian dropped the box, smashing it down on the fake multiverse gun. "Jeeze Stewie, you really ought to clean your damn room once in a while!" the dog yelled hopping around, just before Stewie pressed a button on the real multiverse gun.
"Oh nooo" Stewie yelled in mock terror as suddenly both he and Brian were sucked into a new dimension.
Both he and the dog landed on the green grass outside their house with a thud. "Ahhh! What just happend!" Brian asked panicked, totally confused at what was going on.
"You dropped my box of pretty magazines onto my multiverse jumping controller you nitwit! When the box landed on it, it must have pressed a button zapping us to god knows where in the multiverse"
"It's not my fault your room is a mess!" Brian replied defensively, "I've still got a damn lego block imprint on my foot"
"Oh yeah that looks sore, sorry"
"Ugh, no matter, lets just go back to our universe before something strange happens in this one. You know how to do that right?"
"You don't understand, I can't do that Brian, when you dropped that box it destroyed the mutliverse controller."
"What?! So you mean we're stuck here?!"
"Until I can find the materials to make a new one" and you put on ten or fifteen pounds Stewie thought to himself pleased, while covertly stuffing the real multiverse controller into his back pocket.
Brian sighed as he dusted himself off, "Fine, then lets just find out what twisted surprise makes this universe different from our own. I hope it isn't the psychopath universe, or worse, the universe where George Bush is still president!"
"Yeahhh, that jokes a little dated buddy."
As the pair walked inside the house everything initially looked exactly the same, until they spotted Chris, casually drawing on the couch, only he was different, he was incredibly skinny!
"Chris, is that you?" asked Brian, who was about to complement him on his appearance, but was interrupted when Chris got his first sight of Brian, "Haa!" Chris yelled while pointing, "What happened? You're even uglier than me!" he said laughing.
"Wait, what?" Brian asked perplexed, but before he could get an answer Chris bolted out the room talking about grabbing his camera.
"Well, that was weird" Stewie said nonchalantly
"Yeah..."
"Maybe the tv will give us a better picture of exactly what this universe is like?"
They hopped on the couch, Stewie grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels casually. Tom Tucker was reporting the news, everything seemed the same, except he was considerably fatter than regular Tucker.
"Odd, you'd think a guy like that would keep in shape." Brian commented to himself.
Then they flipped to Jolly Farm Revue, where the actress playing Mother Maggie was positively obese.
"Gah, did they turn it into a fat farm this universe?" Brian exclaimed with one hand covering his eyes.
Then they flicked to an infomercial filled with sweaty fat people, they were all using this device, but instead of it exercising them, it appear to be feeding them.
"What... the... hell?!" Brian said shocked, dread and realization finally setting in. In this universe fat people were the ones considered attractive.
Before and after photos were scrolling past the screen, but instead of the fat guy becoming the skinny dude it was the other way around. 'do you sit on your butt all day but never seem to gain any weight? do you eat at the time but can never seem to put on a pound?' the announcer asked the viewer, 'if so then we have the miracle cure for you, no more binging at KFC, no more sleeping in all day, just 20 minutes on our patented eXtremeLard 5000 a day and you'll be bulking up in no time!' A small disclaimer ran past the bottom of the screen saying no results were guaranteed.
"Turn it off!" Brian protested, feeling slightly sick.
"Huh, so I guess this universe ain't so bad, right Brian? It seems like, uh, seems like people are pretty happy here, only difference from our world is everyone wants to be fatsos."
"It's terrible!"
"Aww, what's wrong? Your buff body suddenly being not being such hot potatoes anymore? Well it still is back in our universe"
"That's right! How long will it take us to make a new multiverse controller, we've got to get home right away."
"Whoa, us? I didn't know I wasn't the only super genius around here. Anyway, I will get it fixed when it's fixed."
"Ugh, well how long do you think that'll be?"
"I dunno, maybe a few days, maybe a few weeks, it's a very complex gizmo we're talkin bout here."
Brian threw the tv remote on the floor in frustration.
"Until then Brian, I suggest we'll just have to pretend we're part of this society. So, if you don't want to look like a weirdo, no more working out!"
"But?.. but!"
"No."
"Arrgh, fine... No exercise... in public anyway... But you better put all your free time into fixing that thing, I don't' want to spend a second longer in this universe than I have to."
"Oh my Brian! Are you sick?" a concerned voice intruded from the kitchen door.
When Brian turned around to check who it was, he couldn't believe his eyes, "L-lois, you're so fat! You look like a blimp!"
It was true, Lois was huge, the inadvertent compliment caused Lois to blush as she waddled over to the poor dog, still trying to grasp what he was seeing, "Oh, uh, well thank you Brian, I've been eating more, but what happened to you? You're practically skin and bones" which was far from the truth, but relatively compared to how this universe's Brian looked in the morning.
"I, uh..." employing some quick thinking, "uh, the truth is... truth is I've being living a lie. I've been wearing a fat suit for months. I've just naturally been sliming down, heh."
"Oh god Brian that's horrible, why didn't you say anything before, I'll call the vet and..."
"No! I mean uh, that's not necessary, I've already seen them in private and they say it's no problem, just a... side effect from shots they gave me a while ago, I'll be back to normal in no time." and out of this crazy town Brian thought.
"Hmm, well I can understand why you've kept this secret from us, it must be hugely embarrassing for you"
"Oh it really isn't" Brian muttered
"Well, you can count on me to help you getting back to normal, I'll start feeding you double staring today!"
"Whoa uh.. no that's really not necessary"
"Nonsense, I'm going to do everything in my power to help you fatten back up, come on, I'm making a cake right now, you can lick the bowl" Lois replied, she promptly grabbed Brian by the paw and pulled him towards the kitchen with surprising strength.
Brian looked back at the couch for help from Stewie, but all he did was smile and wave.
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