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You really didn't think it would be that easy, did you?

You flash back to you time in the castle, how you ballooned out into a blubberball that makes Bob look skinny by comparison. The tought of returning to that state, and this time without the chance of magic fixing your dilema fills you with dread. "The secret ingrediant is in my locker," you blurt out, giving the combination to Leo even as the robotic arm threatens to stuff one of the calorie laided flab builders into your mouth.

"That's nice and all," says the lion, "But were looking for the recipe, we have plenty of samples, and hav't been able to analyse the content." You turn your face away as the robot tries to force a cookie through your cheek. "No, the ingrediant is in my locker, the source of it!" you cry, "You have that and you have all the ingrdiant you need!" The Lion presses a button and the robot stops. "All we need huh?" he says contemplating, "Well, we'll just have to check this out." He says smiling. "Bob, stand guard here and make sure he doesn't try anything funny," he says, heading for the door. You breath a sigh of relief, glad to dodge a bullet, a heavy flab laden bullet.

Then you her a small beep, and look in time to see the lion pressing a button on the remote and the robot comes to life again. "But... We had a deal!" you cry as once again the robot forces a cookie towards your mouth. "Oh, I'm not so gullable as to think you'd give up the ingrediant that easily, and besides, we'll need a mascot more relatable to our 'expanded' clients. We'll renegotiate once I see what I'm dealing with, till then..." He pushes another button, and the second arm of the machine comes to life, clamping down on your nose and pulling it to face the blubber bomb being forced on you, "Enjoy the sweets."

The clamp pulls up, forcing your mouth open as the machine shoves the cookie in you mouth. Honestly, it is delicious, sweet and rich as expected, but you already know what will happen if you eat it. Unfortunatly the machine does not give you a choice, shoving another and another into your mouth, then forcing your muzzle down to chew and repeating the process. Pretty soon your mouth is so full of chewed up cookie dough that your cheeks buldge out like a chipmunks. In a few more moments your going to be forced to swallow, either that or choke. You need to think of something quick, or there will be much more of you to go around then you'd want in a lifetime!

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