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Game 2 Outline |
By sheer fluke, your hand smacks into the lion's jaws. The pills you were holding fly into his mouth. All of them. Intinctively the lion gulps them down.
Shocked, and with growing fear, the Lion looks into your eyes. "Lets see how you like it!" you snarl. Hippos CANNOT snarl, but the big stupid grin spreading on your fat face more than makes up for it. He slowly steps off you, back onto the table. You suddenly hear a massive gurgle from his midsection, and the pills kick in.
It's an interesting transformation. Slowly at first, then faster and faster, his stomach bulges out, dipping over his now stretched boxers. Pretty soon, it's down to his (pudgy) knees, and expanding by the second. Massive love handles soon cover his flanks, and his limbs thicken into sausages. "You.." is all he can pant out before he overbalances back onto his now blubbery rump, still growing. His neck bulges with rolls of fat, looking like tyres. These nestle comfortably under the 4 chins that sprout. His eyes widen, but not as much as his face does, his cheeks swelling until they dominate it. Finally, after having gained about 850 pounds in 5 minutes, his girth stabilises, easily as wide as he is tall. Suprisingly, his boxers are still there, mostly concealed by his vast belly. Now skintight, they have small tears in the seams. Fortunately for the lion, the dressing gown had slipped off during his gain.
The table, having done nothing to deserve the cruel and unusual punishment being heaped upon it, collapses, leaving you both sprawled on the floor. The lion looks at you.
What's he going to do?
Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)