Molly's Wish by unknownoverseer

Content Warning: Contains weight gain, force feeding, slob elements, gas, and dark themes


	Molly opened the door to the witch’s house carefully and nervously. “Come in my dear. I’ve been expecting you.” she heard a voice say. Molly gulped before stepping inside the old house. She had driven a long way to get here, she though to herself. She was doing this. Molly was approached by an older woman of about forty years of age. The woman was dressed in a robe and her silky black hair hung freely over her back. “Greetings Molly, my name is Clarice. Shall we begin?” the woman asked.


	Molly was led into a windowless room down the hallway. The room was decorated by unsettling paintings and was barren save for a small table with two chairs. The woman took a seat and instructed Molly to do the same, she then began to speak: “So, it seems we are sitting here today to discuss your dissatisfaction with life. You contacted me because you wish for me to “spice things up” for you?” Clarice asked. “Y-yes, that’s right. Everything about my life is so dreadfully boring. My job, my friends, it’s all so depressing. I’d like a change, even if it should be permanent.” Molly replied. “Permanent. I see Molly. I take it you’d like to opt for my “lifetime service” dear?” Clarice asked. Molly nodded her head.


	“I’m glad to hear that my sweet. After all, I’m here to help. I yearn to find poor souls such as yourself and give them the vibrant new lives they deserve! You’re safe in my hands dear.” Clarice said. “I’m glad to hear that Clarice” Molly said as she nervously shifted. “Well then. You have positively made up your mind?” Clarice asked. Molly gulped before hesitating. “Y-yes. I’m s-sure.” Clarice grinned. “Well, you don’t sound very sure little miss Molly. But I suppose your answer will suffice.” With that, Clarice clapped her hands and the room changed.


	Molly and Clarice were now in a blank room outside of reality. “Welcome to the in-between. It’s a blank space outside of space and time were I can send people into their new lives. I use my abilities to send them between universes and into their new existences, free of charge I might add.” Clarice explained. “So before we get started, here are a few things you should know Molly. Once in your new life, you will be erased of all memories of your past one. You cannot go back, nor can you enter a new life. Human souls are only able to switch lives once you know.” Molly acknowledged this by nervously nodding her head. Clarice got up and walked behind Molly, she rubbed the girl’s shoulders as she cooed. “It’s okay sweetheart, I know you’re very tense. I know this process can be intimidating, but I’ll guide you every step of the way. Now let’s begin.”


	Clarice snapped her fingers and a golden scroll appeared, she unfurled it and produced a quill. "This here is your soul's binding document. Upon signing this document, a change will be requested, and the transfer process will begin. Once you sign it, there’s no going back.” Clarice said. She grabbed Molly’s wrist and pricked her finger with the quill. “I’m sorry dear, but the contract must be signed in its owner's blood. I hope that didn’t sting too much.” Molly whimpered and sucked her finger as Clarice consoled her in a motherly fashion. Clarice handed Molly the quill and the room began to fill with a purple smoke. The smoke seemed to be almost alive as it moved around the women in a strange, sensual way. Molly bit her lip and signed the document. The women began to float as the walls of the room crumbled away.


	“Yes! Now hold tight dear. Your body is going to be changed to suit your new life. After transformation, you’ll be whisked off and away to a new world.” Clarice exclaimed. “Transformation!? I don’t want to change! Please! I take it back! I don’t want a new life!” Molly screamed. She snatched the document out of Clarice’s hands and tried to rip it, to her surprise it was solid and unbreakable. “Foolish girl. You should’ve made that decision before you signed. It’s too late to go back.” Clarice said. Molly’s eyes bulged as she began to watch her stomach grow.


	“I’m getting fat! Help me!” Molly screamed. “Interesting, so it seems you’ve been fated to be a big girl. Now what I’d like to know is how big.” Clarice mused. “H-how big?? How big will I be?” Molly fearfully asked as she groped her now hefty gut. “I just said I don’t know Molly. Don’t ask foolish questions. You could grow to be a mere hundred pounds heavier, or you could be fattened with so much lard that you can’t even lift you arms.” Clarice answered devilishly, fully hoping to see the latter. Molly began to cry as she felt her body expand far past the point of what was acceptable to her. Her plump arms, hanging belly, thickened thighs, and wobbling butt secured her new status as an obese girl at the least. She fumbled with her zippers and buttons as she felt her clothes begin to rip and tear. Her shirt buttons all popped off, as her breasts spilled forth, and her naked expanding rear began to show through ripping jeans. Molly could only shriek in fear.


	It had been a few minutes, and much to Clarice’s sadistic enjoyment, Molly was still fattening. Her clothes had burst off, leaving her nude before the intrigued witch. The purple smoke swirled around the now eight hundred pound girl’s suspended body as she fattened. Suddenly, a deep rumbling filled the void of nothingness, the location of this deep rumble was Molly’s own apron belly. Molly’s huge body squirmed in discomfort as she felt as if she had a bad case of indigestion. She turned beet red as a loud fart blasted from her backside, rippling her meaty ass cheeks. “Well isn’t this an interesting development Molly. Now, not only are you a disgusting fatty, but it seems you’re also quite flatulent.” Clarice mocked. Molly gagged as the purple smoke wafted her own stink into her nose as if to further taunt her. She moaned in frustration before burping.


	When Molly reached the three quarters of a ton mark, the purple smoke thickened and surrounded her completely, obscuring her from Clarice’s view. Molly choked and sputtered as she was immersed in a thick miasma of purple mist and her own bodily gasses. Molly’s gaining drastically accelerated and she grew bigger with each passing second. Her limbs and head appeared to be sinking into a mass of pale flab as Molly descended further into a prison with no escape. She was petrified at what hellish life awaited her, it was obvious it was to be a very unpleasant one as nobody that was forced to inhabit such a disgusting body could be happy.


	At a whopping two tons, Molly’s growth ceased. The smoke dissipated and cleared as if to present her changed body to Clarice. “My my my! Look at you Molly! You’re enormous sweetie! Congratulations on your new body!” Clarice cheerfully exclaimed. The witch cackled in a sadistic manner as she looked upon Molly with amazement, and even a slight hint of sympathy. Molly tried to plead with Clarice, but she was so tired from growing, she could only let out a slurred mumble of incoherent babbles and belches. “Speak not my dear. Be still and listen to the gurgling of your heaping belly, inhale the deep stench of your noxious gas, and feel the sweat drip out of your deep folds. I want you to know that this is the body fate has given you Molly, not me. You decided to play with forces you don’t understand and the universe has deemed this to be an adequate result.”


	Clarice began to chant as a portal opened up. The portal was a  large black hole that showed nothing of what awaited on its other side. Molly’s elephantine body began to drift as it was pulled towards the portal. Molly shrieked in fear and sobbed as she inched further and further to the great unknown. “Goodbye Molly. It was certainly a pleasure helping you on your journey. Now go out and face your new life!” Clarice said as a goodbye. With that, Molly was rapidly sucked into the portal, her fat sides pressing against the edges as she was squeezed through. The last Clarice saw of Molly was her enormous butt cheeks rippling out a fart as they were sucked into the great beyond.


	Molly opened her eyes. She yawned before a terrible feeling hit her. She felt very different. She tried to tilt her head, but realized it was stuck. She quickly realized she was about two tons heavier than she last remembered, if she could even think of what had just happened. "Oh my God!" she managed to yell. Molly noticed her only clothing was large stars stuck over her wide nipples. She tried to move, but her entire body was rooted in place, stuck down by heavy, unyielding fat. She was terrified. "This doesn't feel right at all!" she thought to herself. She tried to scream but heard a voice. "Shhhh! You'll scare the attendees!"


	Molly saw that before her was a woman in a circus ringmaster's uniform on a platform. "Your act is in two minutes butterball!" the ringmaster hissed. Molly saw that before her were curtains and she deduced she was on a stage. Molly began to whimper as she was confused and afraid of people seeing her like this. Molly felt sweat drip off her as she began to smell the stench of her deep folds. She could see posters on the wall by the ringmaster. They all had pictures of her and had captions like "See The Incredible Two Ton Lady!" and "Watch The World's Fattest Woman Eat Ten Pounds of Cheese!" Molly felt sick as one of the posters described her "incredibly stinky belches" and “nonexistent hygiene”. She could only sit as her mind raced with questions as to how this had happened.


	Molly's face turned green with nausea as she felt gassy. "Get ready to start the show with a big burp, then we'll move onto your butter routine." the woman said. "Don't forget! Any mistakes and you'll be eating pig slop for a week!" the woman yelled. With that, the curtains peeled open. Molly wanted to crawl under a rock as she watched a massive auditorium full of people starting at her. A symphony of tubas began blaring as an introduction to Molly. When the tubas ended, her lips parted for a belch as if right on cue. Molly cringed as she heard the ringmaster blare an introduction. "Greetings ladies and gentlemen! Before you is a true wonder! I give you, the wooorrllddss fattttteeessst woommaaann!" Molly groaned as she boomed out a fart. She was as red as a tomato when she watched the audience laugh in hysteria. "You'll have to excuse our stinky spectacle, she just can't control herself!" the ringmaster mocked. Molly groaned as she watched the ringmaster pull out a platter of butter.


	"For her first act, this lardy lady is going to eat twenty sticks of butter!" Molly wanted to scream in objection, but all that came up was a rather unsavory belch. Molly watched a beautiful acrobat swoop down and grab the tray of butter. The acrobat did a flip and landed forcefully on Molly's left  breast, to the amusement of the crowd. "This here is our world famous acrobat Cindy!" The crowd cheered and whooped at the talented acrobat. "Cindy here is going to have the honor of feeding this gluttonous girl. Whenever you're ready Cindy!" announced the ringmaster. Cindy picked up a stick of butter and whispered to Molly "eat fatty" before shoving it into her trembling mouth. Molly had no choice but to chew and swallow the disgusting butter. After that, Cindy continued to feed the terrified girl.


	After about five minutes, Molly had eaten all the butter. Cindy gave a bow to the audience before hopping off Molly. Molly's stomach was in knots as she felt the urge to puke. "Let's hear your compliments to the chef Molly!" barked the ringmaster. With that, Molly's mouth forced open for a rather long, wet belch. "Better pinch your nose for that one!" joked the ringmaster. The audience snickered and laughed. Molly grimaced in embarrassment, hoping this was all a bad dream. Molly belched again before the ringmaster spoke. "Now, I know you folks all like burgers, and our fat lady does too, but you see, she can't eat them by herself. Her arms are too fat to feed herself." Molly groaned and whimpered at the hurtful comments, before burping.


	The ringmaster spoke again. "So, considering our star's issue, who wants to help her!" A little girl in the crowd raised her hand. "C'mere little lady! You can be the fat lady's helper!" yelled the ringmaster. The little girl got out of her seat and walked down in front of the stage. The child visibly crinkled her nose at Molly's intense stink. The audience laughed upon seeing this. The ringmaster walked down to the child and snapped her fingers. An assistant brought out a massive cart of patties, cheese, pickles, lettuce, tomatoes, and buckets of condiments. Another assistant carried over an empty vat and set it down next to the cart. "Your job little miss, is to take these ingredients, and put the ones you want in the bucket. Then, we'll blend it all up and feed it to the fat lady with a tube." Explained the ringmaster, the little girl nodded in agreement. "You've got thirty seconds, go!"


	The little girl began throwing patties and pickles galore into the vat, she then grabbed handfuls of cheese and dumped them in. This was followed by fistfuls of tomatoes and lettuce. The little girl finished by dumping in the entire buckets of ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, and relish. Molly stared at her foreboding feast in disgust, there was no way she could eat that. The ringmaster gave the little girl a thumbs up before ushering her back to her seat. An assistant then brought out a large mixer and another dumped the vat into it. A switch was flicked and Molly's disgusting meal was brewed. Molly watched in horrible anticipation as her stomach churned and gurgled.


	After a minute or so, the mixer was turned off and it’s contents poured back into the vat. The audience expressed their disgust as they saw the goopy mess pouring. A tube was attached to a nozzle on the side of the vat and it was carried up to Molly. The acrobat grabbed the end and flipped up to Molly's face, sticking the tube in the girl's unwilling mouth. Another switch was flipped as the mixture began to pump itself into Molly's mouth. Molly tried to spit out the tube, but it was locked in place. Molly's eyes watered as a disgusting mix of condiments, meat, cheese, and veggies assaulted her taste buds. The horrible concoction made Molly incredibly sick as her poor stomach churned like never before. She let out loud wet farts, much to the audience’s amusement. After several minutes of chugging, she finally finished the rancid mix. Cindy swooped down and plucked the tube out of Molly's mouth while Molly loudly belched and moaned.


	The ringmaster pointed at the girl in the audience and exclaimed: "Well done sweetie! I think the fat lady had a very filling meal." Molly groaned before ripping a massive fart. Her ass cheeks jiggled at the force of the gassy expulsion. "That does it for today's show folks! Swing on by tomorrow to see the world's fattest lady tackle one hundred hot dogs! Goodnight!" announced the ringmaster. With that, the curtains closed and the audience began to leave. Molly sobbed as her stuffed stomach twisted in pain.


	Molly sat for several hours, passing gas as her meal digested. The ringleader returned to lock everything up for the night. "By the way, that hole under your ass is a toilet, you're gonna need it." she said. Molly's stomach loudly gurgled almost in response. "Why am *huuurrpp* I he-beeeeellccchh-ree?" Molly whined. "You're here because you're the main attraction of this operation. Always have been, always will. You signed a lifetime contract with us." the ringmaster replied. The ringmaster walked over to Molly and peeled the stars off her nipples, she then untied Molly's bun. "It's time for you to sleep. You have three shows booked tomorrow."  With that, the ringmaster turned off the lights and left.


	Molly finally fell asleep after hours of sobbing and burping. She slept in silence before waking up. Molly was overjoyed to be back in a normal bed at a normal size. She jumped for joy and skipped with happiness. Molly stretched and yawned, enjoying her mobility and lack of gas. "Must have been some weird dream." she assured herself. Molly got dressed and brushed her teeth. She walked to the door and opened it. Molly was petrified to be staring face to face with the ringmaster. "Wake up Molly!" was the last thing she heard.


	Molly woke up for real in her new life. She began to whimper as the sensations of her life bombarded her. The awful smells, the heat, the sweat, the fat, it was too much to handle. Molly heard the ringleader begin to speak as a stagehand tied her hair up and slapped the "decency stars" on her nipples. "Show time's in five minutes Molly. Open with a hearty belch, then get ready for the hundred hot dogs." Molly moaned in pain as she burped up morning gas. She felt a tear drip from her eye, while her stomach rumbled in nervous waiting.


	Molly watched the curtains pull apart when it reached showtime. She watched in horror at the packed audience that had come to gawk at her. Molly heard the low rumble of tubas as her introduction was played. The tubas ended their song, and Molly was forced to burp loudly. “Welcome ladies and gentlemen! Prepare to be amazed at the world’s fattest woman!” announced the ringmaster. Molly felt a sinking, queasy feeling as she belched. “Today, this gassy slob is going to take on the challenge of eating one hundred hot dogs!” the ringmaster excitedly said. A worker wheeled a cart onto the stage, filled to the brim with greasy, cheap hot dogs. Molly’s bowels gurgled as she got an eyeful of the cart.


	Cindy swooped onstage to the audience’s enjoyment. The beautiful acrobat took a bow before grabbing a handful of hot dogs. Cindy bounced up and took a seat on Molly’s flabby breasts. She gave Molly a cruel look before stuffing a mustard and relish soaked hot dog into Molly’s fat lips. The minutes ticked on and Molly slowly chewed through the feast. The audience stared in disgusted curiosity as they watched her eat. The audience would laugh and snicker as Molly loudly burped and farted throughout the ordeal. After about a half hour of glutting, Molly had finally finished. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she let out a tremendously wet belch. Her face was a sickly green as she tried to digest the huge meal. Molly was disgusted as she breathed in her heavy stench. She was unable to understand how anyone could watch this.


	Cindy did a flip off of Molly’s breast and landed on the stage, she twirled and took a bow. “Looks like Molly’s finished her feast! Only a woman of her incredible size could stomach such a huge meal!” the ringmaster eagerly announced. Molly moaned and gurgled at the sheer pain her bowels were in. Each hefty belch carried the taste of rancid hot dogs, and Molly thought she was going to vomit each time she felt the gas come up. “Well, that ends this morning’s show. Feel free to come later today for our two o clock show!” the ringmaster shouted. With that, the curtains closed, leaving Molly some privacy to digest.


	Molly watched the ringmaster walk over to her, before lifting a cup to her lips. “Drink” she commanded. Molly was forced to obey as she was given a mouthful of bitter tasting liquid. “That was an industrial strength laxative. It should get you cleared out for the next show.” the ringmaster explained. Molly cried in pain as she felt her stomach ache and churn even harder. All she could do was sit for hours as her innards twisted, awaiting her next humiliating performance.


	Molly sat in agony and wished for this to end. She was still unable to understand how this even happened to her. She couldn’t remember anything from her past. It seems had awoke in a hellish new reality were she was some sort of hyper obese spectacle. Every time Molly begged the ringmaster for an explanation as to what was happening, she was ignored and shrugged off. Finally, Molly heard the announcement that her next show was in five minutes. She grimaced at the thought of what was next in store for her.


	“Can we get someone to empty Molly’s latrine! It’s starting to smell like a sewer in here.” demanded the ringmaster. Molly whimpered in shame at the thought of someone having to clean up after her. “For this show’s act, you’re going to be chowing down on a big pot of the world’s spiciest chili.” the ringmaster said. “Ohh God, plsh-bruuurrrpp-hh doo-braaapp-nn’tt!” pleaded the horrified Molly. “Oh yes. Better get ready to get spicy!” teased the ringmaster. “All jokes aside, get ready. Curtains open in thirty seconds.” reminded the ringmaster.


	Molly groaned as the curtains opened for her next show. The tubas blared their ode to Molly as the audience stared. Molly’s teary eyes watched as a multitude of people snickered and pointed at her. The tubas finished up and Molly burped loudly, signaling the ringmaster’s monologue. “Laaddiieess, and gentlemeeeeen, before you is the world’s fattest woman! A mountain of flab for you to gaze upon in awe!” Molly groaned before a rather rancid fart was expelled from her colon. “Well excuuuse you! How unladylike.” joked the ringmaster. “Today folks, for your own amusement, Molly here is going to be taking on a pot of the world’s spiciest chili!” announced the ringmaster. Molly could only burp in fear.


	A stagehand wheeled in a cart with a pot resting on it. The pot was substantially sized, and steam radiated off of it. Another stagehand secured the pot to a rope, and it was pulled upwards and towards Molly’s head. Cindy bounced up on Molly’s breasts, ladle in hand. Cindy scooped a helping of chili and brought it to Molly’s quivering lips. Molly had no choice but to open wide and accept the serving. Upon tasting the thick chili, Molly turned bright red. She quickly chewed and swallowed before panting and moaning. Before she could recover, another piping hot helping was forced into her. Molly continued eating until the chili was finished. She was in intense pain as the chili heavily upset her stomach. Her farts and burps had become spicy and hot, and greatly hurt to pass. Molly could see the audience staring in wonder through her teary eyes.


	“Good job Molly! You finished that chili like a champ. Should we give her some milk to ease her pains?” the ringmaster asked the audience. The audience shouted yes, and a tube was stuck in Molly’s mouth. Molly wanted to hurl as the chunkiest, nastiest milk she had ever tasted was funneled into her mouth. She was forced to chug gallons of rotten milk before the flow ended. “That outta cool her off.” the ringmaster said. With that, the ringmaster took a bow and said: “Well, that ends this afternoon’s show. Come back this evening if you want to see a real spectacle!” Molly grew fearful as to what the ringmaster meant. With that, the curtains closed, leaving Molly to suffer in solitude.


	The ringmaster came backstage and removed the tube from Molly’s mouth. “We would’ve given you normal milk, but rotten milk makes you much gassier.” she said. Molly grit her teeth, much too anguished to respond. A cup of foul laxative was raised to Molly’s lips and she was forced to drink. With that, the ringmaster left Molly to digest until the last show of the week. For hours, Molly sat in agony as burning yet milky gas was expelled from both of her agonized ends. Finally, the ringmaster returned about ten minutes before the week’s final show. “Get ready Molly, all I can say about tonight is that it’s going to a real ordeal.” the ringmaster warned.


	For the final time of the week, the curtains peeled apart, revealing the disgusting blob sitting behind them. Molly’s signature tuba theme was played and just like always, she was forced to let loose a booming burp to signal the song’s end. “Laaadies and gentleeemmmaaaaaannn, I present the incredible Molly! The world’s fattest pig of a woman, right here for your amusement!” the ringmaster announced. Molly turned red in embarrassment as she ripped a fart that sent the audience into hysterics. “Well, as entertaining as she is now, let’s show you folks a real show!” the ringmaster announced. The crowd cheered and yelled. “As many of you know, today is our towns national pickle day!” Molly’s stomach dropped at these words. There wasn’t a food that she despised more than pickles, and she was pretty sure she knew what was coming.


	“In celebration of this unique holiday, Molly here is going to chow down on excessive amounts of the delicious vegetables.” the ringleader remarked. On cue, assistants began bringing out large buckets filled to the brim with pickles. Molly groaned and whined in dread and fear. This elicited a smack to the bottom from a stagehand behind the curtain. The ringleader shot her an icy stair. “As always, Molly will be assisted by Cindy the acrobat to help her complete this feast!” the ringleader announced. Cindy leaped through the air and landed on one of Molly’s flabby breasts. A bucket was handed to her and she wasted no time. Molly tried to purse her lips shut, but it was no use, Cindy’s forceful fingers pried open her mouth and shoved the dreadful pickles in one by one. Molly had no choice but to chew and swallow, wanting to vomit so badly from the gut churning taste pickles had to her. To Molly, this entire show was pure hell.


	After an hour and a half, Molly had finished all ten buckets of pickles, brine and all. Throughout this period, many onlookers had come and gone, so many people amazed and yet sickened by the sight of the blob before them. Molly finished the last bucket with an earth shattering belch that stunk of rotting pickles. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she tried to comprehend her own anguish. “Good job Molly! You finished those pickles like they were no problem!” the ringleader said. “However folks, this wide wonder isn’t done yet!” Molly’s eyes went wide in fear at this statement. “Cindy! Get the relish tube!”


	Molly tried to scream as a tube was jammed and locked into her mouth. The tube began to hum as Molly was forced to choke down a stream of goopy pickle relish. “Watch as our star performer finishes off five gallons of relish to end a spectacular show!” announced the ringleader. Molly was in pure torment as excessive amounts of low quality relish filled her already packed and churning stomach. She wished so badly for the flow to stop, but she had no say in the matter. It took about ten minutes, but finally, Molly had done it. She had chugged five gallons of pure pickle relish. She was constantly belching and farting as her body did its best to digest the herculean amount of rancid pickles filling her guts. Molly kept gagging as each sour belch tasted and reeked of the pickles she hated so much.


	“Now folks! As is customary for the last show of the week, anybody interested can pay five dollars to come up and see Molly up close and personal.” the ringleader informed the audience. After these words, dozens of attendees moved to the front of the auditorium where they waited in line to come up and see Molly. Each patron was given a mask for Molly’s stench, and allowed five minutes. The patrons were moved up in groups of ten at a time. Molly was red with shame and embarrassment as people flocked around her blob of a body. People took pictures in front of her, touched her, squeezed her, and generally acted without a regard for her privacy or feelings. It was absolutely humiliating for the tormented girl.


	“I bet you won’t stick your arm in her bellybutton Melissa.” Molly heard from a group of teenage girls. “Pssshh, watch me Amy… Euughhh, eeewwww. Oh my God, its so sweaty. I need to wash my hands!” Molly recoiled at the feeling of a forearm in her cavernous navel. “Look mommy! I found the fat lady’s foot!” Molly heard as a child grabbed her bloated toes from inside a swathe of calf fat. “I think we need to get going, even with this mask, I can’t take her stench.” Molly heard a disgusted patron say. “How do you think it feels to be so fat?” Molly heard a woman ask. Finally, after an hour, the show was over and all the attendees had left the building. The curtain fell, and Molly was left alone to digest the pickles brewing up gas inside her.


	“Goodbye Molly. I’m leaving for the weekend.” the ringleader said as she peeled the coverings from Molly’s fat nipples. “There will be somebody to come by and feed you three times a day. I hope you will comply for your sake.” the ringleader informed Molly as the poor girl belched and groaned in an agonized delirium. “Well, see you Monday. Get ready, you’ve got a big week ahead fatty.” With that, the ringleader left, Molly heard a door shut as she was left all by herself. She could only sit in pained loneliness with only her farts and body gurgling to keep her company. Molly’s new life was a very strange one. It was not one that she enjoyed. In fact, it was one that left her in constant anguish and misery, but unknown to her it was the life she had chosen. Molly had wanted a new, interesting life, and she had got it. Meanwhile, in another world, Clarice opened the door to a nervous young woman. “Hello dear. Come in! Come in! Let’s take a seat and I’ll help you make all your problems disappear. Before you know it, you’ll have a brand new life.”