Chapter 8

Wicked Tom couldn't contain his excitement as he theatrically announced the next and final tile memory game, "Ladies and gentlemen, hold onto your seats, because things are about to get even more interesting! For this round, we're doubling the stakes! That's right, all tiles now have double their previous values! Let's see how our Burden Bearer handles this one, shall we?" He chuckled sinisterly, eyeing Jessica's now massive form with a hint of malice.

As Joe listened to Wicked Tom's announcement, his mind was set on finding the matching +200 tiles. As he watched the tiles being revealed, he couldn't help but imagine the impact that an additional 200lbs would have on Jessica's already bloated figure. The thought of her body straining under the weight of even more fat, her limbs growing thicker and her once-toned muscles disappearing entirely beneath an ever-expanding layer of blubber, sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine.

He pictured her struggling to walk, her heavy footsteps causing the ground to tremble beneath her. Her once radiant face would be unrecognizable, buried beneath rolls of fat that obscured her features and left her gasping for breath. Joe could envision the humiliation and despair that would consume her as she was forced to confront the reality of her grotesquely altered form.

He imagined the impact that her immense size would have on her life, the daily challenges she would face as she tried to navigate a world that was not designed for people of her proportions. The simple act of getting dressed would become a monumental task, with clothing that could accommodate her massive frame likely impossible to find. Every aspect of her life, from work to socializing, would be irrevocably altered by her overwhelming size.

Despite his personal repulsion toward fat, Joe found a sick thrill in the idea of controlling Jessica's fate and causing the ruination of her figure and life. It was a twisted and perverse pleasure, but one that he couldn't deny as he prepared to make his move and flip the tiles that would seal Jessica's fate, forever altering the course of her life in the most horrifying way imaginable.

Wicked Tom shows the tiles for 2 seconds, and Joe is able to easily spot the two +200's. As Joe confidently flipped the first +200 tile, Jessica could see that something was amiss. The calculating look in his eyes and his uncharacteristic determination sent a chill down her spine. The horrible realization began to dawn on her that Joe was no longer on her side. He was actively trying to make her even larger, to ruin her life in the most devastating way possible. The betrayal and fear that welled up inside her threatened to overwhelm her.

The sheer terror of what might happen if Joe succeeded in his twisted plan gripped her heart like a vice. Jessica's mind raced with the consequences of her ever-increasing size. She would lose her job, her friends, her entire life as she knew it. The person she once was would be unrecognizable, buried beneath layers of fat, her dreams and ambitions crushed beneath her grotesque form.

Desperation clawed at Jessica, and she considered running away, fleeing the cruel game and its nightmarish consequences. But as she gathered the courage to make her escape, Wicked Tom seemed to read her thoughts. With a sinister grin, he addressed her and the audience, "Oh, dear Jessica, I can see you're contemplating making a run for it. But let me remind you, if you were to leave before the game ends, you'll suffer the maximum consequence for the current round, and then have your weight doubled for forfeiting the game. You really don't want to take that risk, do you?"

Jessica's mind raced, doing the math and trying to comprehend the monstrous number that represented her potential weight if she were to leave now. The staggering figure was beyond anything she could have ever imagined, and the thought of becoming that large filled her with unspeakable dread.

Sensing the concern in the audience, Wicked Tom decided to assuage any fears about Jessica's health. "Now, ladies and gentlemen," he said theatrically, "I wouldn't want you all to worry about our Burden Bearer's well-being. You see, the magically gained fat has no negative health effects usually associated with obesity. Our dear Jessica won't suffer from high blood pressure or diabetes, but her mobility may certainly suffer!" He chuckled darkly, clearly taking pleasure in her misery.

Jessica's mind reeled with these revelations. Though relieved that her health wouldn't be compromised, the thought of her growing immobility and the twisted betrayal by Joe left her feeling more vulnerable and terrified than ever. With no other choice, she could only brace herself for the devastating outcome that awaited her.