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Game 3 Outline |
You wait until Peter and Rufus are full (it's about a 2 hour wait), then have the leprechaun make them follow you to your room, leaving the second-in-command in charge. You reach your new room, then set up the room for your next step of revenge. When Rufus and Peter arrive over 20 minutes later, they find you sitting at a table loaded with at least 1000 pounds worth of food. They immediately pull themselves up to it, and begin stuffing their fat faces with all the food they can reach.
You prepare for the next phase of your plan, then begin eating as well; it's part of the plan. You think back to how you had planned this step, back when Peter and Rufus were still waddling their way towards the room...
You had shut the door behind you, then called the leprechaun and told him to make a table in the centre of the room laden with ever-replenishing food. "What are ye up to, laddie?" the leprechaun had asked you. You had just smiled and told him to wait, then had him enchant the food so that each bite would instantly add 2 times the amount of fat it would usually. The leprechaun looks slightly confused, but he obeys. Once he had finished, you had dismissed him and then sat down to wait...
...Back to the present, and all three of you have been eating for about three minutes. The instant-gain effect on the food has made you gain about 50 pounds already, and your shirt is starting to grow tight. You've grown three extra chins, but you ignore your sense of foreboding. It's all going to be gone in about an hour, anyway. And besides, when you look over at the tubs of lard sitting across from you, you can see that they each weigh at least 1000 pounds by now. Not that the gluttony curse is helping - they're both gaining at least 10 pounds per second. You're not even close to their weight.
But you need to be for your plan to work. You sigh, then wish that all of the food you eat will instantly make you gain 100 pounds. The dust falls, and you take a bite out of a doughnut. The reaction is instantaneous, and your shirt rises 10 inches up your rumbling stomach. You take another bite, and the chair begins groaning beneath you. You take a third bite, and your shirt becomes trapped around your 50 inch-wide man boobs. You look over at the other two. They both now weigh at least 2500 pounds each. You really need to pick up the pace. You begin to stuff your face with as much food as you can reach. Not even 20 seconds later, your shirt tears and releases your size 60+ gut. So much for being thin.
You shrug, and continue eating - but you're stopped by a tight, uncomfortable feeling around the lower areas. You look down, but your gut blocks your view. You reach underneath the colossal mound, and feel your belt. So that's what it was. You attempt to loosen it, but you can't get a good enough grip on it. You decide to ignore it, and continue eating. The pain gets worse the bigger you get, but you push on. Finally, the gut triumphs over the belt - the tortured piece of leather snaps and flies away. That should be big enough. You think to yourself. You stop eating, and glance at the other two. They each weigh around 4000 pounds. Yep, that's definitely big enough.
You call the leprechaun to you, and he appears in the center of the table. He catches sight of your now 1000 pound frame, and does a double-take, saying, “I thought ye wanted to be thin me laddie! Now you’re fatter than before!” You nod in agreement, then get on with the plan.
“Leprechaun,” you say, “I wish that ALL of mine and Peter’s weight will go into Rufus, and ALL the weight we gain afterwards. Oh, and make all the food that he eats cause him to gain 200 pounds instantly.” You grin with satisfaction.
“And will that be all, laddie?” the leprechaun asks sarcastically. “Or do ye want Rufus to have an extreme gluttony curse?” he inquires. You hesitate, and ask what the ‘extreme gluttony curse’ involves. “Oh, nothing much.” Replies the leprechaun. “It just has the recipient eating more than ten times the amount they would with a normal gluttony curse – and the best part, they end up enjoying being extremely fat.” With that, the leprechaun snaps his fingers. You sit back, pat your grumbling stomach and watch Rufus – any moment now. You look over at Peter, and see him beginning to shrink, even as he attacks a large cheesecake. Good. It isn’t really his fault all this happened. You look back to Rufus, but he hasn’t seemed to gain any weight at all. That’s strange – he should’ve at least grown 500 pounds by now. Maybe you could contribute. You take a large pile of the fattiest food on the table, and start eating. As you eat, you watch Rufus; waiting until he begins to grow. Finally his stomach wobbles, and begins to change in size. But not the way you expected – he’s shrinking, at about the same rate as Peter was. Soon Rufus has shrunk to around 1500 pounds; less than half his weight before.
“Where’s all that weight going?” you think to yourself. You take a bite out of the meat pie you have in your hand, and are about to take another when the chair collapses beneath you. “Huh?” you look down. “Ah, so that’s where it’s going.” You say. You’ve gained at least 4000 pounds since you last looked at yourself, and your colossal stomach now completely covers your legs. Then the table collapses, and all the food on it falls down towards you. And you discover that you’re actually still hungry. And you want to eat all that food. Your last thoughts before the wave of morsels hits your gaping mouth:
“Oh shi -…”
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