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*Well, if this device really does change things.* he thought while wobbling his newfound fat.
*I could become much smaller than the director or other clowns.* With a dumb smile on his face, he thought about how exactly he wanted to record his wish.
»The director will pay for all those years of mocking me. No more big clown!«
Noli pressed the record button and proceeded with her act of revenge.
»I, Noli, am so massively fat and unbelievably weak that even the directors and Vladis weakness combined is absolutely no match for me. In fact in so weak that I could barely tickle them. So weak that they're too weak to hurt me. And everytime they try to do so, I'll just get smaller and weaker.«
Noli knew he wanted to be much, much weaker than any of them, but didn't think about how insanely his body would have to adjust in irder to make his wish come true.
The familiar burning sensation came back, just multiple times more intense than before. It was almost unbearable. For a full minute straight he had to endure the pain. Just as he thought he might pass out, it stopped.
Noli definitely felt different. This time he hadn't even have to look down to inspect his fat.
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