Andrew swiped his hand over the “Blueberry Pie” icon, the world around him transforming into a bright, sunny neighborhood. It looked like something out of a 50’s television show; a paperboy circled the block, a milkman dropped off bottles, and each of the numerous clone houses was complete with a pie in the windowsill.
“What the… what is this?” he asked aloud, looking down at his newly-worn white shirt and old-style blue-jeans. He looked up at the bright blue sky to see ‘Score:0’ in pixelated black lettering floating just above his head. He returned his eyes to the homes ahead to see big numbers floating above the pies as well: blue 5’s bobbing majestically over the steamy treats.
“Stealthy pie snatcher? Sounds easy enough…” he shrugged, waiting for the paperboy to pass him by once more before tip-toeing his way up to the closest window. He peek inside, and, seeing nobody, he picked up the pie in his slender hands. Andrew waited for the pie to disappear, to be added to his score count, but nothing happened. He looked it over, feeling his stomach growl heavily as his eyes searched the dough and leaking jam with purpose. Deciding on no further options (and wondering if this would even be a mechanic) he pulled up one of the warm slices and popped the whole thing into his cheeks. He chewed it up, the warmth and sweetness sending him into utter bliss. He barely had time to swallow before going in for another slice, then another.
“Mmm…” he moaned as he swallowed down the last slice with a smile. He dreamily licked his blue-covered fingers, entranced in the flavor, only snapping back to his senses as a loud ding sounded out above him. He looked up to see the score count jump up by five, then slowly begin to turn blue. He watched the five gently fade, then turn into a six.
His stomach burbled as this process repeated itself. Very slowly, the six turned into seven, the seven to eight, the eight to nine, then finally to a big blue rounded-letter ten. He stared at it, ignoring his full, still-burbling stomach, but it stayed at ten. He shrugged, wondering why such an odd counter, then turned to walk away, wincing as his full belly sloshed awkwardly. He looked down, his mouth falling open at the sight of a transformed self.
His belly, once flat and pale, had turned into a light-blue bubble of fat that poked out from under his shirt. His hips had clearly grown along with his belly, his thighs now pushing together in his jeans. He held his arms out in front of himself for inspection, staring at the bloated bags of soft blue, the backs of his hands the same hue and now softly dimpled.
“It’s okay, it’s just character changes…” he breathed to himself, but still searched for a way to reverse it… just in case. A big sign pointing north through a forest read “Clinic”, which seemed like a good place to start, but there were still so many pies left, and the area still unexplored.
“What should I do?…”