Mary, now a huge bunny-ball of fat sitting among the wreckage of her bed, looks at the vial in her plump paw. The label is missing. She has no idea what this will transform her into. Looking at the vial in thought, the floor creaks under her, as if to remind her that she has limited choices.
With an attempt at a shrug, the fat bunny girl lifts the vial to her lips and drinks. Sitting back, or at least leaning back against her own weight, Mary awaits what fate has set for her to become.