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As you impact, it feels like you fall away. There is a suddenly blackness before light swirls back into being. You find yourself in a different position, looking up at the ceiling. Why do you feel so dizzy... and full... and heavy...
You look around, and see a dome of brown grey fur speckled with spots, a muzzle seated between your eyes. You pull yourself up, and find yourself much higher then usual, and much wider. You feel yourself over, round cheeks, flabby, but muscular arms, huge belly, and work out gear. Oh no... your Rick.
You suddenly feel someone run into your behind, and turn to see Albert, pushing with all his might trying to move you. "Rick, what did you do to him!" he yells, "Tell me you didn't just eat him!?"
"Albert, it's me!" you say, trying to turn, and knocking over the empty pixie powder dispenser as your... Rick's belly plows into it. Albert falls with the weight distribution. "Rick?" he asks, confused, "No... me!" you say in your voice, "I think I just did the possession thing." you say, "I'm in here?" you point to your... Rick's head.
Albert blinks for a moment as he does the mental gymnastics. "Well can you... unpossess him?" he says, "Wait, scratch that, let's get him out of here first." And begins walking to the exit. You lumber after, though you feel compelled to pick up a chocolate bar and chomp down on it. You suddenly feel delight as you taste chocolate instead of ash. and take an arm full before squeezing out the front door.
"Great now," starts Albert, then sees the candy, "What's with that?" he asks.
"Food tastes like ash to a demon, now it doesn't," you say as you eat another.
"Come on, he's had enough," says Albert, "Just get out of him so we can put this to bed."
"Um... ok," you say, and try to get out, shuffling about, trying to figure out how to do it. Rick looks like he's shuffling, dancing with his belly wobbling with each step.
"Stop stop," says Albert, more embarrassed then anything, "Try doing what you did, but in reverse."
"I drop kicked him in the face," you say, "How exactly do you expect me to do that backwards, I can't even see his toes." You pop another candy bar in your mouth, savoring the flavor.
"And stop eating!" says Albert, "He's fat enough as it is, it's going to take months to work that off of him."
"He seems fine to me," you say, "He's got plenty of muscles, I'm having no problems moving about."
Albert groans, "That's not the... fine, new plan, lets get him to Freds, we can think up something there."
You follow him to the truck, and climb in the back, as Rick's body is far too big to climb in the front.
"Fred's going to be surprised," you say, helping yourself to another candy bar.
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