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I like the "Ode on a Grecian Urn" paraphrase at the end.  Very eloquent.

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I suspect that I am normal.  Ectomorphic, albiet normal.  I think weightlifting is important, even for hardgainers.

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I think there are at least three Marknew stories about that very subject. 

Why is the Japanese guy naked?

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She seems to have Dr. Doom's condition.

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I can only **imagine* the personal reaction when all of her excess suet melted away, but at the same time paradoxally expanded from her double domed chest.

Maybe it's it's like Equivalent Exchange, and it all has to go somewhere.

Cute.

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Hey, not many FMG stories in which one can find the influence (however indirect) of Misteroger's Neighborhood…
"Meow meow like story meow meow"…

That's just a challenge for someone to do the Queen or that platypus girl— 🙂

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The dialectal elements heighten verisimilitude.

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subtle, yet sublime 🙂

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Not bad.

I wonder what the crowd is looking at.

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    After a night of profound repose, I woke up with shooting pains across my miniscule limbs.  Stephanie was outside the room, searching for the key to unlock the door.  She smiled when she entered.  "How are you this moring?"  She was actually giggling.  I beamed involuntarily. 

  "My limbs are aching…" 

  "That's probably due to fatigue."

    "Yeah, that was quite exhausting."

    "Isn't it?" She grinned.  I looked at Stephanie.  She was wearing her hair down today, and her monolithic body was framed in the gentle countours of a sun dress. 

    "You seem jubilant today…"

    She clasped her hands together.  "I am!  Not only did I find the emotionally satisfying sex I've been ensearching, I've found a potential means of returning you to your previous size, if you haven't forgotten."

    I was embarrassed at the realization that I was too preocupied with the incalucable majesty of her body to remember that exchange "That's wonderful!"

    "Isn't it."  Her voice and eyes trailed off.  "By the way, you don't have to stay here if you don't desire."

    "Really?  What about the dangers of the outside world?"

    Stephanie shrugged, "This world contains more inconveniences than actual dangers for you now.  I've always suspected… but now recently ascertained your durability."

    "What do you mean?"

    "You're nearly invincible."

    "What!  How close?"

    "Think Superman."

    "The recent entity or the planet- mover of the fifties?"

    "Anything less than a three megaton explosion will harm you.  Of course, you can go for a walk if you want."

    The sunlight beckoned from the window.  I stood up, staggered through the door of my cage, and lost my footing.  I landed on the waxy floor, my left arm lodged in an electrical outlet.  Only the sudden sensation of my hair hovering toward the ceiling alerted me of the electric current. 

    As I made my way through the open door, Stephanie called to me.  "You're violating the dress code currently."

    I looked down and remembered that I had been naked for the last few days.  Stephanie wrapped me in a clean washcloth that suddenly resumbled a tunic.  Again heading for the door, she reminded me "Remember, you only have a mass of about twenty grams.  Stay clear of other people as well."

    "I'm not a child…" I grumbled and exited the room. 

    The now cavernous view of the hall signified that this anticipated promenade around the campus was going to be an odyssey.  I poked my head around the corner, and maneuvered across a stampede of feet.  The stairs looked like Mount Everest, but I jumped off the tallest flight and eventually landed at ground level without inconvenience.  Outside, the weather was ideal.  The limpid sun prevailed over a court of fat fluffy clouds.  Thriving begonias and salvias towered over me like some exotic equatorial forestry.  The shadow of a feral bumblebee swept over me for one disconcerting instant.  After a ten meter hike through the garden, I found a hand lifting me towards the sky.  I recognized the hand's owner.

    "Weed Rat!  Put me down!"  My pleas fell on deaf ears as I was wedged into a foul smelling pants pocket. 

    I found myself posed on a table with a slew of humanoids.  Although the figures varied in dress, appearance, and materials, each was a replica of me.  Before I had the time to look confused, my roommate turned around and commanded,  "Eric: Attention!"

    "What?!"

    The two doppelgangers assumed a soldierly posture at the imperative.  A professor from the picked up the construct next to me and examined it.  "A reasonable approximation, Now what can he do?"  The inspector asked of a student standing beside the device.  She placed the simulacrum on the ground and muttered a command to it.  The machine responded by walking to the nearest tree and climbing it.  Once the robot rached the highest branch, it stopped eventually falling to the ground, dashed into hundreds of fragments. 

  "C minus!"  The professor decreed to the student's visable anguish.  Then he picked me up and scrutinized me.  I tried to yell, but the man was squeezing my diaphragm such that I couldn't speak. 

"Incredible  This almost looks like the real Eric.  What kind of plastic composites did you use to simulate his skin?"

"Well I…"  he stammered.

The dishonest student was soon exonerated from finishing that response, for at that moment the judge prodded my solar plexus.  It was then that I realized that I had not emptied my bladder for over a day.  The professor looked in shock. 

"Your automaton is leaking!  D…  No, this isn't oil!  You derelict!  You've sullied the most celeberious occasion this school has seen in years.  You fail– the course!"

The enraged man hurled me at the nearest trash can.  I bounced off the side and landed in the shadow of the garbage repository.  As I hit the ground, a strange object fell from a pocket in the washcloth.  It was a scaled down cellular phone.  I dialed the number of Stephanie's phone.  She rapidliy answered.

  "What's going on here?"

  Laughter came from the other side.  "So, how do you like it?"

  "I just got mistaken for a doll and discarded beside a trash can!  Will you explain what's happening?"  My voice rose to a nervous screech.

    "I perfected the perpetual energy device, and now the campus is throwing a festival in our honor.  I wanted to surprise you.  Isn't this fun?"

    "No, it's horrid.  I think I'm sitting in a puddle of dired vomit."

    "I'm sorry.  I'll get you.  Where's your location?"

    "I'm near to the Engineering building at the North— Agghh!"

    A gust of wind knocked me several body lengths from the communicator.  I looked up to see a Keds sneaker descend upon me.  The shoe plodded on inexorably, and I was its prisoner, entangled by a wad of fresh chewing gum. 

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