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Game 2 Outline |
It hasn't been a day, and your already cheating. You couldn't go even one day, ONE stinking DAY without caving in to your cravings. Your hopeless. This is never going to work. "Another please..." you call to the waitress. She looks puzzled, "You sure hon'? I could get you somethin' a bit smaller." She says.
"I said another." you say, and the waitress shrugs and goes back, bringing in another bucket full, which you promptly devour, feeling hopeless and miserable. There is no way around it at this point, you have no self control, you crave pizza and ice cream, you can't stop yourself in even the most basic sense by just passing by the store. Instead you go for the largest thing on the menu, and you finish it. TWICE.
"Another," you say emptily, and soon the Hippo puts another on the table, now looking a bit worried as you just stick your snout in it and gobble it up. "Um, Hon', it ain't my place to go prying, but you seem, kinda down, anything you want to talk about?" "No," you say to her, after finishing the third bucket, "But you can keep them coming."
You continue scarfing down bucket after bucket, letting the cold numbness seep into your stomach to numb the ache you feel. You feel your clothing stretching, as cream laden calories take their effect. Your stomach pushes into the table, the lower half growing under and torching the floor, your legs getting further and further apart as they too swell.
"Hon' I think you've had enough," the hippo says finally, after your 34th bucket. "That was all my ice cream, you know how long it takes to make all that?"
"S-sorry.... buuuurpp," you say as you belch, still feeling sad and empty. "I'll get out." And you try to get up, only to be forced back by your stomach, which is pinning you in place. You look down to see the upper half flowing a good foot over the table, and though you cant see it, you feel the bottom half pushing into the pole in the middle of the table. Even now, you can feel it getting tighter as you continue to digest your binge.
"And now your stuck? Honestly Hon' get some help." she grabs the table by both sides and turns it slightly, and there is a click as the pole detaches, causing your flab to billow out in it's place. You pulls you up and pushes you to the door. The double doors open, and she begins pushing you through, only to find...
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