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Dinner Guest

As you struggle hopelessly, worrying about literally being cut in two by your own growth, you feel a tug on your back legs, and feel yourself sink momentarily into your own flesh before popping backwards through the hole. The spider holds you upside-down. "Told you you were too fat to escape", she says in an amused tone.

A few minutes later, you feel you can say goodbye to your lower regions for good as your belly touches the tip of your toes. Since the spider's web was unable to hold you in the air, she made do with sticking you to the spot. You are seated on a stone against the wall, thousands of spider strands attached to keep you from going anywhere. If only that leprechaun could see you now, he'd have a laugh. You are now larger in the belly than you are tall. Your tail has been swallowed up by your rump, which hangs generously off the sides of the stone. Your huge arms rest atop the numerous layers of flab that continue to swell around you. Your sides push outward, with folds appearing and multiplying by the moment. Your belly flows out from you, and seems keen on swallowing your legs, as it cascades over your knees and downward. Your head has become trapped between your swelling shoulders, and the pressure that is starting between your chins and your growing chest tells you that soon, you may lose the power of speech as well. All the spider seems to do is stare at you, and you can bet she is dreaming of her meal, a king-size werewolf going on blimp-size.

Suddenly, your thoughts are shattered, as a very familiar man in green aappears before you and says...


Written by Jack (edited by wanderer)

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