"That was mean" read Lindsey out loud.
"Penalty- Gain Double Your Current Weight."
Isis smiles at this. "Turnabout is fair play, Lindsey!" she guffawed through her thick double chin.
"Aww!" screams Lindsey as her hips and thighs started to swell, encasing her in her jeans and making her legs
look like blue sausages. Her now tight blouse gave way to a muffin top, her face began to swell, and her ass
became a ghetto booty. She was now nearly as fat as her friend Isis(actually fatter, since her false memories
of Isis recalled her normally being around 180 lbs). Lindsey was normally 120 lbs, which means this game-this
game!-somehow made her the 240 lbs. fatso that she currently was.
Lindsey raced to the nearby mirror to look herself over. "Ohmigod, I look like you, Isis! I can't believe
this!"
She touched her chubby cheeks with both sets of fingers and then grabbed her tubby, flabby belly with her
right hand. It was sensitive to the touch.
"Oh my Gawd!!"
"Girls? What's all the yelling about?"
"Nothing mom!" yelled Lindsey back downstairs to her mother.
Isis spoke out loud. "Oh great. Apparently EVERYONE thinks I'm a girl..."
"What are you talking about, Isis? You've always been a girl. Unless...ohmigod, you were a boy before this
game started weren't you?"
"Yes" said Isis. "Names Isaac. We've been friends for like, well like forever. I got a penalty since the rules
of the game said it's only for women."
"I totally don't remember any of that, Isis. You been my girlfriend, I mean my best friend who's a girl, since
we were five."
Lindsey walked, slightly waddling, back to the game.
"And it says we have to finish the game for all this to go away" finished Isis. "Like in Jumanji."
Lindsey's eyes went wide.
"Oh, relax. How bad can this get?" asked Isis.
As soon as she said that, Lindsey's mom walked up to attic to check on why her daughter was yelling and
running around.