Just so this doesn't completely pass by without any story additions, I'll add my own next part.

Jack already had the half-baked scheme lathering up in the back of his brain. He was going to swipe Old Myrtle's Blackberry Pie and sneak it into Mr. Montgomery's house. That way Mr. Montgomery would get in trouble for taking the Pie without asking. He chuckled at the thought of Old Myrtle yelling at the half-deaf cabinet maker.

"I see her pie even now, and it smells delicious!" he said, his mouth watering in anticipation of having the pie. "I can just have a quick slice and nobody will be the wiser before I sneak it over to Mr. Montgomery's house."

He bit into the pie and tasted the sweetest explosion in his mouth that had ever happened. He couldn't help but gorge himself on slice after slice. As he watched, though, the pie kept on replenishing itself before his eyes. He had eaten 22 slices of pie and felt his gut expanding outward in front of him before he was able to stop for a break.

He leaned back, breathing harder than he had ever had to before. His skinny frame was now bulging in every direction. He still smelled the pie and wanted to eat more, but he was just able to fall backwards and roll out of the way of the drifting scent. As he waddled towards his house, he felt afire from head-to-toe. When he looked down, blue fur covered him all over the place. He had become a Blue Troll! He screamed and heard a guttural voice echo out... it was his own voice! He heard a shriek from behind and a few women were pointing at him.

He turned tail and fled out of town as a handful of men came running. They were all carrying different things to try to kill him. He could barely make himself move fast enough as he felt his lower jaw extend outward and his joints cracked in the wrong places. The legs that usually were swift and steady were now lumbering and awful.

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