Be Polite and Sign Up!

You stomp up to the booth and the guy sitting at it stares up at you in shock. He was at a laptop to register people to the event but he was now frozen in fear as he looked up at you, unable to speak. Though you just laugh and put your hands on your hips as you stand there, naked and massive and casting a shadow over the booth.

"Hey there. Mind if I sign up?" you ask him as if it was normal.

He nods slowly and finally is able to speak, "N-name, age, and w-weight?"

You laugh again, your belly bouncing. It was easy enough to give him the first two and you give that over. Though when it comes to weight, you're not actually sure. So you grab the powder from under your huge moob-pec and steal the guy's bottle of water off the booth table. You mix some of the solution up and then make your wish silently to yourself to be able to always know your weight.

"2076 pounds," you say as casual as can be.

The poor guy nods and enters that into the computer before looking around for a supervisor. He calls one on his radio and says you're bigger than even the biggest guy there. You can hear the supervisor say he's coming out to get a look.