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Game 2 Outline |
As you continue to squirm, you feel a vibration coming from just below your tail, and a loud rasping noise is heard, immediately followed by a foul smell. Fred covers his nose, choking out, "OH MY, GOD!!!" But you have noticed a more extreme change taking place ... your ropes are becoming tighter by the second, and you can see huge rings of fat forming around your neck. Your cheeks fill out and grow, and you start regaining the weight you had eaten so much to lose. The ropes snap and fall away, revealing your growing belly to the world as it pushes your shirt up and away. Your arms fill like water balloons, and seem to grow shorter with every passing moment, even as your thighs and legs swell, stretching your shorts to the extreme, and your calves bulge back and droop like frozen waterfalls of flab. Your belly spills over your beltline, and massive love handles form at your sides, the weight causing you to lean back against the pillar as you continue to grow. Suddenly, you hear a ripping, and your shirt splits down the back, front, and sleeves, exposing your massive chest, resting on an even more massive stomach. Your shorts also give way, leaving a small pile of clothing on the floor. Your face continues to grow, forming multitudes of rolls and chins that lock your head in one place. Your cheeks dominate your face, leaving only a small opening for your mouth. Your belly reaches the floor and spreads like melting ice cream. You look something like Jabba the Hutt, as you become more and more like a furry blob, and still you contunue to grow. Your stomach rapidly makes its way across the room toward Fred, who backs away to the end of his tether. Finally, your stomach begins pressing into the pole Fred is chained to. After a while, the massive pressure building between the two causes it to snap, freeing Fred. After a short while, the growing finally stops.
You can't move a muscle. Your arms have been reduced to large fatty blobs, and your legs are hidden beneath a ton of fat. You take up most of the lab, and it's hard to tell exactly what you are now. You feel yourself flowing like a balloon this way and that, like a river of lard. At a sudden tickling, you notice Fred climbing toward your face, his paws sinking deep into your flesh. "Now what, genius?" "GETH METH THUMP FOUTH!" you gag out, the massive amounts of fat hindering your speech so much, you can hardly open your mouth at all. Hopefully Fred will understand you ...
Written by Jack (edited by wanderer)