So, Tyler just stood there as he watched the wheel spin around and around, slowing down with every pass, until it stopped with the big, red arrow pointing to the text which read "Fat". At this, he became utterly distraught and terrified. No! Not that! He had always prided himself on being fit, athletic and having a high metabolism that let him have barely an ounce of fat on his body. As a result, he meanly bullied and mocked other chubbier and fatter people, criticizing them to no end. The thought of becoming one of them... Ugh! The mere thought completely repulsed him to the very core of his being. The same thoughts occurred to Madame Illusia. She saw Tyler for who he was and had guessed right. She was delighted that the wheel had chosen this option for that arrogant rude boy. He would get a punishment that was deserved indeed. He was clearly a mean bully who just liked to make others miserable because he could and because it was merely entertaining to him. Well, let's see what he thought of being the entertainment and butt of the joke, for once! Madame Illusia snapped her fingers and at once Tyler felt the changes affecting his body. He barely had time to scream his indignation. His muscles and ripped body vanished at they became rounder. His belly developed a clear gut and Tyler lost his balance, leading him to fall onto his back. He attempted to sit up but this proved impossible already. He was putting on weight fast and he was unaccustomed to this new body. He stared as his arms, which he lifted up, became flabby, his palms bulges and his fingers little sausages. His toes were just as round, resembling little balloons. His clothes had vanished before they tore apart, thanks to Madame Illusia and if Tyler was ashamed at feeling his penis and balls in the open air, on full display, they soon disappeared from view, swallowed by his massively expanding butt cheeks and most of all covered by the folds his belly developed. Because he could see he had a gut now. A gut that still became bigger, the folds of fat still emerging. He grunted and tried to sit up but he was just suck on his back. Flailing his limbs helplessly was already tiring and made him sweat. No doubt he had cheeks and a fat neck too. He had even seen the dreaded man boobs appear! Yuck! Ugh! So repulsive! He was fatter than the obese or overweight people he adored mocking! And the public certainly did so for him now, taking great joy at insulting him, commenting upon his body and pointing at him with loud laughs. He grunted and started to hurl foul words, which became too exhausting anyway. He could only lay there, sweating in a body that had lost all body hair and watching his skin and tissue wobbling and jiggling as if he was an overfed huge baby. Yes, that was what he was, with his soft skin, his flesh like jelly and feebly wriggling limbs and muscles! A baby awaiting his next bottle and diaper change! Except he was tired of the laughter around him and sweating like crazy and he had murderous urges towards everyone. In particular Madame Illusia who approached him and tickled the soles of his feet, poked his belly and chucked him under the chin, exactly like a baby, in fact. He just squirmed at the contact and let out peals of laughter, prompting the audience to make fun of him even more, especially as he squirmed futilely as he recovered, grumbling insults that he was too tired and sweaty to really shout.
"There you have it, ladies and gentlemen!" shouted happily Madame Illusia. "A rude young man who has discovered what being bullied means! Maybe he will be less of a big meanie from now on!"
Everyone cheered. Tyler hated it but hoped that now those jerks were satisfied, well, he'd get his body back. But he couldn’t be more wrong.
"Normally he'd spin the wheel again to maybe return to his first appearance but as he is currently unable to, well, let's decide for him! What do you think?"
Everyone agreed, of course.
"This boy looks like a big baby. But after all, he acted like a baby, always. Bullying others, making them sad and never considering their feelings. Only immature, babyish people act this way. So how about we make him a baby for good?"
Everyone clapped.
"But what sort of baby? You decide!"
At this, everyone in the audience started throwing suggestions, all more ridiculous, degrading and humiliating as the last. Tyler still squirmed like a gigantic baby, and he even started crying, overwhelmed by his anger and fright. Which suggestion would Madame Illusia choose? Could it be more awful than the human pile of adipose tissue he now was? What sort of baby would he become? Barring the sweat, it would probably be just as boring, uncomfortable and degrading as what he now was...