You almost double over in pain as your stomach reminds you that you haven’t eaten since breakfast. The buffet’s lunch crowd has already departed, leaving the place relatively deserted. The rough carpet is a delight to your sore feet after walking on the hot pavement for several blocks. The air conditioning soothes your warm skin. You pay for your meal and place your ticket on a table before heading over to the counters.
The food’s aroma wafts over you in a cloud that seems to dull your mind as you pile your plate high with food. The plate barely touches down onto the table surface before you start to gorge, not even bothering with the utensils. Your nose is inches from the mound of food, your hands quickly covered in grease and cheese. You cant believe it when you run out of food, and you quickly make a second trip. This time you grab an empty cart that someone has left and you pile four plates with food before reseating yourself.
You absently notice that your breathing is becoming labored and you are snorting in between mouthfuls, when you feel a pain flair up from the top of your butt. Eyes wide with fear, you realize that you are ballooning up into a fat boar. The tips of your tusks can be seen at the edge of your vision and your fingers have started to fuse into hooves again. The other patrons and staff are staring at you in astonishment. Terrified at what you have done, you cover your food encrusted snout with one hand and run for the door. You realize you are waddling again as you make your way down the street.
Finally you stop at a public drinking fountain to clean yourself off. The effects appear to be gone again, though this time you are fatter than before. Your six pack abs are covered with a layer of fat, as you realize you must have gained about twenty pounds from that little disaster. As you gaze at your reflection you also see that your nose is a little wider and slightly more upturned.
You feel a tap on your shoulder. Turning you see…