3. Maybe… a massage wouldn’t hurt after all?

Big Guy put a finger to his chin. Weighing his options out, he figured that leaving now would mean that whatever happened to him will remain this way. He wasn’t sure what changed about him, but he knew it was something. Otherwise, Charlie wouldn’t be tempting him this aggressively.

With all that said and done, Big Guy looked at Charlie. Big Guy’s heart began to race as he gulped. He knew the moment he said anything, it would be too late to turn back. Closing his eyes, Big Guy replied, “Yeah, another massage wouldn’t hurt.”

Immediately, Charlie’s hands shot forward and pressed against Big Guy’s belly. The slow rubs from before made Big Guy smile. He felt himself lean backward against the doorway. He expected it to open when he did so, but it remained shut… almost as if fate had already decided for him.

A slow, methodical rub up and down his gut made the bloated feeling disappear. He could feel the firmness dissipate as the hands kneaded around his waistline. It felt so heavenly that Big Guy almost lost his sense of self. His shoulders relaxed and he tilted his head back.

A few more rubs and all the bloating was completely gone. He felt much better than he did a minute ago. In fact, he felt much better than he had felt the past year! This was incredible!

Big Guy let out a satisfied burp as he patted his belly. Looking down at it, he noticed it was still the gray color from before, but now he couldn’t see any clothes on him. He also found he was back in his chair.

“Turn around,” Charlie said from behind Big Guy.

Big Guy spun around immediately, almost breaking his chair as he did. He saw a portly werewolf in front of him. This werewolf looked awfully familiar to Big Guy, but he couldn’t fully put his finger on it. He did like their jacket, though. It was cute how it had a picture of a chubby wolf face on its belly.

“Tell me what you think, Big Guy,” the werewolf said, gesturing to himself. “Does this scream ‘Sarge’ to you?”

“I do not know who Sarge is,” Big Guy said blankly. “But I think you look great.”

“Silly,” the werewolf said. “I’m Sarge, remember?”

“I do not remember,” Big Guy said.

“Tell me, Big Guy, who are you?” Sarge asked.

“Big Guy,” Big Guy said, standing erect.

“Smile for me,” Sarge said.

Big Guy smiled.

“Be happy.”

Big Guy didn’t know how, but he immediately felt happy. The current situation filled him with joy.

“Follow me,” Sarge said, gesturing with his hand.

Big Guy followed. He knew that he would have been experiencing trepidation before, but right now he just felt happy to be here. “Where are we going?”

“Entrance. Need a new mannequin,” Sarge said. “Tell me you are happy and want to stay by the front entrance to be our mascot.”

“I am happy and want to stay by the front entrance to be our mascot,” Big Boy said.

“Attaboy, Big Boy! Now go stand on that metal square and lift up your hand to say hello,” Sarge said.

Big Boy did so.

“Now hold that position until I say for you to stop,” Sarge said.

Big Boy felt his muscles tighten, almost as if they froze into place. “When will I be do-”

“Answer me, how useful is it for a mannequin to talk?” Sarge asked.

“It is usually not advised, mannequins would scare people off if they could talk,” Big Boy said.

“Then why are you still talking? Tell me you are a mannequin.” Sarge asked.

“I am a mannequin,” Big Boy repeated.

“Tell me that you agree to hold still for me, so still that you are a statue, and you’ll never be able to move again.”

“I agree to hold still for you, so still that I am a statue, and I’ll never be able to move again,” Big Boy said.

“Now… remove your mouth,” Sarge said.

Big Boy attempted to lift one of his arms to grab his mouth and yank it off, but he was unable to do so… so he just willed his mouth to disappear.

“Now, stop moving. Never move again, never talk again, and never think ever again,” Sarge smirked, taking a few steps forward. He grabbed Big Boy’s hand and held it up. Big Boy held the pose.

Sarge sighed and turned away. He would occasionally walk out of Big Boy’s vision, but Big Boy was happy to not be moving, so he didn’t. He didn’t want to move ever again. He wouldn’t. He knew he wouldn’t.

“Yeesh, that guy was certainly something,” Sarge said, making a side glance at Big Boy. “And to think, if he’d just gone back to eat a little more, he would have won!” Sarge shrugged. “Ahh well, too late anyway I suppose…. Time to close up for the night.”

An hour passed and the lights turned off. Big Boy watched the darkness, happy to be there. The following day, someone walked into the buffet and gave a side glance at Big Boy. He was glad to be useful.


(OUTCOME 3: MANNEQUIN TF)

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