I freeze as I process what you just said. B... but, that’s not p...part of our deal I stammer back, looking nervously into your eyes as you guide me onto the heavy duty scale. You want to weigh me, even though you were supposed to be the one gaining weight. I squirm. It was hard to deny I'd fattened up given the current state of my body. I step on obediently. The scales bleep back a response, but as expected when I look down I'm far too fat to see over the crest of my belly. O-Oh God, I can't see it...