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A different frame of mind

Stomach rumbling, you follow your first inclination start eating, followed by a glass of water. Wait... something about the water... something important...

"You love this don't you?" says Rick, standing over you, "Bigger is better."

"Bigger... is... better," you say back, eating more, despite the stuffed feeling. You feel warm, and big, and soft, and smile. "Has my agent called with my next weight goal?" you say, forcing more into you, even as your stomach protests. Rick warps into Albert steps around you, "He said the bigger you get the better.

"My stomach hurts," you say, as you push another piece of waffle into your mouth and swallow. "Let me help," Albert says, massaging your stomach, helping to stretch it, and help you digest. It feels good.

'bigger is better' 'eat more' 'love your bigger self'

Soon you can't even force yourself to eat, even with Albert 'helping'. "I think I ate too much." you say. "Fred warps into view. "Nonsense, your not quitting on up now," he says, wobbling your stomach and pushing. "If you can't eat, then lift! You gotta get bigger, you love getting bigger."

"I love getting bigger," you parrot, struggling to get up, waddling towards the gym, lifting your stomach so it doesn't drag against the floor. By now you can't fit in the machines, so lift with the free weights, admiring your reflection. You are huge, by every definition, and with all the muscle your getting, you'll be the biggest model, the other people in the gym all cheer for you as you go through your sets, feeling stronger and bigger. Did you mention bigger.

"Yes," says Rick laughing a little, "Perfect."


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