You notice a scale near the Belly Up Ball Toss. You approach the barker, a young man named Travis, who is tending to the game.
"How do I win the scale?" You ask him.
"The scale isn't a prize," Travis explains. "Before you play the game, you have to check your weight. Go on. Give it a try."
Reluctantly, you check your weight on the scale. It reads 110 pounds.
"All right, then," Travis says.
He sets up the bottles on a scale on the counter until the weight of the bottles matches yours. Then you pay $5 to play.
"Batter up!" Travis announces.
You know you can ace it. You were the pitcher for your school's baseball team. You puck the first ball and throw it. The top bottles fall. The more you knock down, the stranger you feel. When all the bottles are knocked down, you notice Travis hasn't handed you your prize.
"Where's my prize?" You ask.
"You just won it," Travis says. "Look down."
You do and you notice you can't see your shoes. There's something big obstructing your view. You pinch it to find out what it is.
"Ouch!" You exclaim.
It dawns upon you that you've grown in size! Not in height, but you've gotten heavier! That thing blocking your view of your feet is your belly!
"You son of a-" you start to say, but your belch causes your tank top to ride up, exposing your now giant belly.
"The more bottles you knock down, the heavier you become," Travis explains, prodding your fat belly with his cane.
"What's my current weight now?" You ask.
"I wouldn't know that," Travis says.
You spot another scale and rush up to it. One step, and you see the truth: you have hit 330 pounds! You look in the nearby mirror and notice your face. Your cheeks have puffed up, and your chin has turned into more chins. At least, your mustache and goatee are still there.
What do I do, you ask yourself. Mom and Dad won't recognize me anymore. I'm going to need a dietician.
You notice a line of people going into the funhouse at one end, and then anthropomorphic animals come out the other end, wearing clothes.
"Excuse me," you say to a rabbit who just walked up.
"My name's Andy," he says.
He looks rather pudgy. He's wearing a blue button-up shirt with blue jeans.
"Did you just come out of the funhouse?" You ask Andy.
"Yep," he replies. "The mirrors are so cool! For some reason, you enter normal like a person, and then your reflections distort the longer you marvel at them and you take on the reflection's form."
All of a sudden, your stomach lets out a huge growl. It's never been this loud before you got fatter.
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