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You’re at the doctor’s office for some mild back pain, but instead of your usual doctor, a young woman you’ve never seen before walks into the room. “I’ll be your doctor today” she says impatiently, and before you can even mention your back problem, you immediately realize this is going to be a nightmare of a visit. The doctor is disgusted by your body. It doesn’t take long before she starts insulting you, masking her fatphobia behind arrogant and rude “medical advices”. She asks your weight, checks your heart (putting on a glove to avoid direct contact with you), and takes your pressure. You feel overwhelming anger rising in your heart, and... she starts to get a stomachache. Despite the cramps, she continues to insult you about your weight, to humiliate you for your eating habits... and the cramps get worse. Until her white coat starts to feel too tight. Her shirt, her skirt... everything starts to shrink and then burst open once it reaches its limit. The mean, fatphobic doctor is getting fat right in front of you, instantly. She can do nothing but cry and beg you to make her go back to the way she was before!