"Um... we'll get back to you," the director says, handing you a box, "Here's a box of the things, if you like 'em, buy some more and in a few weeks come back and tell us what you think, huh?"
You take the box and begin to walk out. "Sure," you say as you place the first sweet in your mouth and bite down on the way out, moaning as the taste fills your mouth. You polish off all 13 in a matter of minutes until you realize that your clothes are tight and you're feeling stuffed. Taking the 100 dollars you were paid to do the stupid commercial in the first place and heading into the nearest clothes retailer, you grab tops and jeans of all sizes and head into the dressing room.
In the privacy of the room, you remove your now-very tight shirt and cast it to the floor as you slowly let out your wings with a relieved sigh. Removing your pants as well, you survey yourself in the full-body mirror.
Your once-flat angel chest had burst from its hiding place, equipping you with a pair of D's. Your belly appears as though you swallowed a couch cushion, your waistline as wide around as a car tire. Your thighs jiggle and your round ass sways as you move around.
Realizing that your period of relaxed freedom is over, you cringe as your wings slither back into your spine.
Trying and failing to get various sizes of pants and tops on, you walk out of there in larges that are barely too small.
Feeling a bit stuffed but craving more of this Earth food, you head to the beach and, making sure nobody's around, let your wings out. You hear a tremendous tear as they rip hols in the back of your white tank top just big enough for the root of the wing to fit through.
"I wonder if flying will be any different with this weight..." you think as you take off and begin soaring over the ocean.
As you predicted, you have to try twice as hard as before to keep your fat ass in the air. Going into a flat glide and speeding up, you giggle as you feel your flabby cheeks ripple in the wind. You look down at the sea below you...
...and smash right into a flock of seagulls, waving your arms, you accidentally pull your wings in and plummet to the earth, landing with a large crash and creating a huge indent in the sand. Getting up and dusting yourself off, you decide to use this power you were given to sample some more of these new foods.
Over the course of the day, you use leftover money and your power to try out infinite numbers of new foods; pizzas, cakes, candies, pies, meats, and anything else you could get your hands on.
As the sun begins to set and you turn off your hunger temporarily, the realization dawns on you that you have nowhere to live. Settling all 320 pounds of you on the sand of the beach, you slowly drift to sleep.
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