The Pen is Mighter than the fat (Paid Post #1)

Brandy was so bloated after Thanksgiving.  And was so disappointed with herself. She promised she was on a diet, She was determined to lose weight, but it was thanksgiving, It was the perfect excuse to over eat right? But now she was regretting everything.

She was looking over all her support groups online, trying to find some motivation to keep going with her diet plan, she may have slipped today, but tomorrow is another day, right?

Something blinked on her computer. It was a pop-up, somehow she had downloaded a virus. It couldn't have been all the porn she was watching. No way, nuh uh. Cause she never watched that stuff. No way nuh uh. Those things never turned her on.

Anyways, the pop up mentioned a pen. Mightier than the fat, it boasted. Supposedly you could treat it like that Death Note book in the anime, only, rather than killing people it eradicated fat. “What the hell?” Brandy thought, “It is a Black Friday Deal” She ordered the pen.

It arrived in a few days, and she had to admit, she was a little surprised it arrived at all. “Write your Worries away” it said on the box.

Hmmmm. Brandy thought and thought what would she right about? Then she tried something simple, “Brandy was a small tiny woman who attracted every man's attention.” When the sentence was down on paper, it looked strange. Unreal almost, but Brandy's stomach gurgled. She felt it melting thinner. She watched as her arms shrank to a more proportionate size.

“Wow!”  She laughed. Her thighs shrank too. It was an odd but euphoric sensation. Watching her body dwindle to what she wanted to be. This was awesome!  She picked up the pen to write even more about her life when she noticed something odd.  The pen... it was... heavy?  Like really heavy? And thick!? Suddenly the desktop seemed to be raising up higher and higher. The changes weren't done!?

Brandy felt her feet lifting off the floor. She hopped up into the seat of her chair. She needed to write something else, She Tried to pick up the pen, but it was getting so thick in her tiny hands that she couldn't hold it up to write. She tried to use both hands, but it just came out gobbledygook, and soon even though she was standing in her seat, her chin was resting on her desk.

If she was going to write something she was going to need to climb up on the desk. It was a struggle, she was not only fatter than she wanted, she was also weaker. As she rolled herself on the desk, she was cursing herself for trying this and not joining a gym membership or something.

She finally got up there and picked up the pen. It was going to be so difficult to do, but eventually she was going to fix this, and hopefully keep the weight off.