INTRODUCTION
A fairly short story of magical weight gain (or as artist Ned Sonntag wrote me after reading an early draft of this story: "Voodoo Bariatrix") set in my usual Midwestern universe. The park where it opens is based on a city park where your humble writer takes his dogs for weekend walkies. In a different story, the object that skinny li'l jogger Elaine slips on in the story's opening might've reflected this fact, but that's not what we're here for, is it?
Once again, good ol' BeakerFA has graced my story with one of his delightful illos. I'm especially delighted to see his version of Patti, who has popped out in and out "Fat Magic" stories more than once. (For those new to the world of "Fat Majicke," be advised that Patti, the hostess we meet in the fat-friendly buffet, also has her own story.) I particularly like the tie-dye dress he's given her . . .
