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“Question 2: What was Composer John Williams’ first music credit in a major motion picture?”
    I blinked. I had absolutely no idea. “Ummm… Duel?” There was a loud buzzer sound and the purple stripe above the yellow one I’d just illuminated turned bright red.

    “Oh, I’m sorry. While Williams has had a long career with Stephen Spielberg, that film was scored by Corey A. Jackson. Williams first soundtrack was for the movie, Daddy-O in 1958. I’m afraid that a wrong answer triggers a transformation.”

    The audience exploded into applause and I felt the blood drain from my face. A dull heat filled my chest and a tingling sensation spread over my breasts and across my skin. My whole body experienced a sort-of sensory white-noise, like when a limb falls asleep after sitting on it wrong. I cried out only for the scream to be caught in my throat as my arms and legs flexed outward involuntarily and my toes and fingers splayed in a paralyzed rigor.

    It was a subtle change to start. I felt a tightness across my chest and in the back of my skirt, and the high collar of my blouse began to feel uncomfortable. I shivered as I regained control of my body and the warmth in my chest seemed to fade away. I looked over my arms; felt my face. As far as I could tell, nothing had changed.

    “She seems a bit confused. Let’s help her out.” Chris Kaiser motioned to the screen and a live image of myself flashed into view. It was the same, slightly flustered woman from earlier, only this time, something was different. My hand, already on my cheek, slid down to my chin, feeling my softer neck and finally undoing the top button of my collar. There was an instant feeling of relief as my softer neckline was given some breathing room I hadn’t known I’d needed.

    The buttons on my blouse were pulled tight across my chest and my waist bulged slightly out the top of my pencil skirt. An outfit that had fit perfectly a few moments ago now seemed a bit too small and the effect was that my look had gone from professional and confident to slightly disheveled. It was most notable around my middle where the hourglass shape between my hips and waist had been replaced with a plush round ball which strained the buttons of my vest and made my body look much softer.

    “We Here at the TPP thought you deserved a shape that better fits your habits. For every question you answer wrong you’ll find yourself a little… wider than you were before. This time it was only enough to get you to an even 150 pounds, but from here on out you’ll be gaining fifty pounds for every wrong answer, putting you at a maximum weight of 350 pounds of blubber.” I needed a moment to catch my breath. Other contestants had been fattened up before. I’d watched one woman turned into a blueberry more times than I could count with a sort of creeping horror scored with a sick fascination. How had he known?

    The crowd exploded. I stood in stunned silence feeling the convex shape of my belly under my vest. I’d gone from average to chubby in a matter of seconds. I was hardly fat. I’d known plenty of women who’d put on weight as they’d aged and I’d more or less expected to reach this size eventually. Still, I’d expected to have another decade or so of relative slimness. The idea of having my bodily autonomy stolen was one of my greatest fears… and yet…

    “Tiffany? Earth to Tiff, Are you there?” Chris Kaiser’s over polished baritone voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I blinked, looking up at the foppish man in the purple suit. “Tough break missing a music question, though I’ve heard drug use can have an effect on the memory. Let's move on to question number three, shall we?”

    I was still reeling, but Chris’s hand moved with a foreboding inevitability as he reached back into his coat pocket and retrieved another note card.
“Question 3: The Graphic Novel ‘Watchmen’ was penned by which comic book artist?”

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“Question 2: What was Composer John Williams’ first music credit in a major motion picture?”
    I blinked. I had absolutely no idea. “Ummm… Duel?” There was a loud buzzer sound and the purple stripe above the yellow one I’d just illuminated turned bright red.

    “Oh, I’m sorry. While Williams has had a long career with Stephen Spielberg, that film was scored by Corey A. Jackson. Williams first soundtrack was for the movie, Daddy-O in 1958. I’m afraid that a wrong answer triggers a transformation.”

    The audience exploded into applause and I felt the blood drain from my face. A dull heat filled my chest and a tingling sensation spread over my breasts and across my skin. My whole body experienced a sort-of sensory white-noise, like when a limb falls asleep after sitting on it wrong. I cried out only for the scream to be caught in my throat as my arms and legs flexed outward involuntarily and my toes and fingers splayed in a paralyzed rigor.

    It was a subtle change to start. I felt a tightness across my chest and in the back of my skirt, and the high collar of my blouse began to feel uncomfortable. I shivered as I regained control of my body and the warmth in my chest seemed to fade away. I looked over my arms; felt my face. As far as I could tell, nothing had changed.

    “She seems a bit confused. Let’s help her out.” Chris Kaiser motioned to the screen and a live image of myself flashed into view. It was the same, slightly flustered woman from earlier, only this time, something was different. My hand, already on my cheek, slid down to my chin, feeling my softer neck and finally undoing the top button of my collar. There was an instant feeling of relief as my softer neckline was given some breathing room I hadn’t known I’d needed.

    The buttons on my blouse were pulled tight across my chest and my waist bulged slightly out the top of my pencil skirt. An outfit that had fit perfectly a few moments ago now seemed a bit too small and the effect was that my look had gone from professional and confident to slightly disheveled. It was most notable around my middle where the hourglass shape between my hips and waist had been replaced with a plush round ball which strained the buttons of my vest and made my body look much softer.

    “We Here at the TPP thought you deserved a shape that better fits your habits. For every question you answer wrong you’ll find yourself a little… wider than you were before. This time it was only enough to get you to an even 150 pounds, but from here on out you’ll be gaining fifty pounds for every wrong answer, putting you at a maximum weight of 350 pounds of blubber.” I needed a moment to catch my breath. Other contestants had been fattened up before. I’d watched one woman turned into a blueberry more times than I could count with a sort of creeping horror scored with a sick fascination. How had he known?

    The crowd exploded. I stood in stunned silence feeling the convex shape of my belly under my vest. I’d gone from average to chubby in a matter of seconds. I was hardly fat. I’d known plenty of women who’d put on weight as they’d aged and I’d more or less expected to reach this size eventually. Still, I’d expected to have another decade or so of relative slimness. The idea of having my bodily autonomy stolen was one of my greatest fears… and yet…

    “Tiffany? Earth to Tiff, Are you there?” Chris Kaiser’s over polished baritone voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I blinked, looking up at the foppish man in the purple suit. “Tough break missing a music question, though I’ve heard drug use can have an effect on the memory. Let's move on to question number three, shall we?”

    I was still reeling, but Chris’s hand moved with a foreboding inevitability as he reached back into his coat pocket and retrieved another note card.
“Question 3: The Graphic Novel ‘Watchmen’ was penned by which comic book artist?”