Kent maneuvered through the steel doorway, and noticed the stage hands playing with the lighting settings, and a few others manning the curtains and smoke machines. He walked past them on to the completely darkened stage. He felt funny again, and he knew that Ty must have made a new wish. He wondered if he had suddenly grown taller, or if he had grown shorter. Millions of possible changes spun through his mind, but the dark stage prohibited him from seeing what had happened.
A neon X stood out in the darkness, and Kent wandered to it. A voice blared out of the darkness "And our next contestant is... Mark Kelloway!" Kent boggled over that name, and assumed that they had to use fake names in case anyone could pick them out in these new bodies.
A spotlight clicked and shone down on him, and other lights joined it in seconds. He stood in front of an audience that were lost for words, though they had gasped quite easily. He looked down when he remembered why they gasped, and he nearly gasped himself. He was even larger than Ty was when he had left him backstage.
The announcer pulled himself from his slack jawed gawking, and announced what would happen. "Uhm.... as with tradition in the Brahnz Competition, we will now have an on-stage weigh-in. If you will please step on the scale to the right, Mark." Kent looked to his right and saw the scale. He stepped on it, and it groaned. The announcer adjusted the balances, and coughed at the answer. "370 pounds! He's an even 370 folks!"
The audience muttered randomly, all present sounded surprised. Kent himself was amazed. The announcer was handed a slip of paper from offstage "And, as the drug testing department says. This man is all natural! Isn't that astonishing folks?!" The audience clapped. "Lastly, Mark, all you have to do is pose for us! We're certain it will be a great show!"
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Backstage, Jake pleaded with Ty to change him back. This contest was meant to make his career, and he needed it. He explained how he didn't have much education, and as usual, Ty was won over.
"You are sooo lucky that I'm not like you Jake." He said, with a somewhat snide tone. "Anyone else would turn you into a blubbering fat balloon for the rest of your life!"
Jakes face lit up "You mean? You mean this is over?" he said sounding both relieved and enthused. "Will you make me normal again?"
"I'll do better than that! How does 270 sound again?" Ty was sounding nicer.
"I'd take 230, but 270 will be great! Thank you so much." He said, as he felt the great weight lifting from his torso. The stomach shrank down and his beautiful abs began to appear once more. He near squealed as he felt his body grow warm, and begin to tense up. He felt a wave of ecstasy hit him as his chest grew meatier, and his glee continued to grow as his muscles did. He felt his posing trunks become familiarly tight as his butt filled with mass. He ran his hands over his abs as they became more cut and defined.
Then it stopped Jake looked into one of the prep area mirrors, and recognized the body he had the day that he had become so fat. He thanked Ty over and over, and vowed he would never forget what he had done. The audience broke into applause as Kent sauntered off the stage a full 45 pounds heavier.
"That was interesting to say the least. But I thought you wanted first place." He said to Ty.
"Oh, I'll still win. I just have something planned.