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Waddling out of the buffet, you were still stunned at how much you and Jason were able to put away. In fact, the only reason you left is because the buffet ran out of food.
"I'm still hungry bro," says Jason. "Wanna hit the next buffet?"
"Sounds like my stomach answered for me,: you reply as your stomach grumbles once more. Walking towards the car, you catch a glace at yourself in a wide window in front of a shop. you can't even recognise yourself.
"Jason, what's happening to us?"
"What do you mean?"
"Look at us! We probably gained a couple hundred pounds since this morning, and close to four hundred since last night!"
Looking as though he had finally snapped out of it when he saw his reflection, he starts examining himself nervously. "Bro, you're right. What's going on?"
Thining back and deducing where the weight gain my have came from, you shout out: "It must be the drink I drunk at that research lab."
"Oh my God, you're probably right!"
"Yeah, and we better hurry back there to find a cure!"
Getting carried away, you both try to run, but end up waddling really slowly towards the car.
"We better hurry," Jason says. "At this rate, we might be able to walk much longer.
The thought of Jason's last words startle you as you try to waddle even faster, only to get caught up in your legs and collapse on Jason right in front of the car. After using up all that's left of your energy, you get back up. Panting and sweating bullets, your clothes all completely wet, sticking tight to your bodies and accentuating your roles and layers of fat. Both you and Jason are too wide and tall by now to fit in the front seats, so Jason sits in back, taking the nearly entire back seat and his belly pressing hard against the front seats. You on the other hand, are sitting smack dab in the middle of the two front seats, unable to fit in just one. One leg on each side. Your belly is firmly pressed against the stearing wheel, and your growing moobs are creating more and more of a nuissance to your sight.
After getting stuck in traffic, you finally get to the ressearch facility. By that time, your love handles are pushing against both doors and your moobs are resting on the dashboard. Needless to say, Jason was in the same awkward position, if not worse. His moobs had become your new head rest as you grew taller, and his sides were flying out the windows. Openning the door of the car you start trying to move, but find yourselves in such a tight spot that you could only try wiggle yourselves free. Right then, then car wheels explode from the weigth of both of you and the car hits thr floor, sending tidal waves of fat through both your bodeis. Wiggling your head out, then your upper body, then leg after leg, you manage to scurry out of what you use to call your car. At the sound of growling you start another short expansion, an so does Jason, who has filled out the entire back seat of the car.
All the pressure from the walls of fat that were Jason's body sent the doors and cars parts flying just as his button had done earlier this morning. In a violent splash of fat roles, Jason found himself free, yet grounded, his back on the floor. In his smoothe ocean of fat, Jason layed there, bare from any clothing that had ripped off him during the car travel. you yourself were a black boxer away from bearing it all in public. Helping Jason up (a good 20 minute affair), you both find yourselves itching towards the front door. Step by step, you get closer. Despite the horrendous amounts of pain and fatigue you are both feeling, you dont give up. just a few more steps and we're inside. Suddenly however, Jason comes down, weighing now probably a ton. Stuck in sitting position, all jason can do is encourage you between panting shrivelled breaths.
As you finally make it to the door, you fin yourself much too tall and wide to possibly entering the door. You start ringing the doorbell like a mad person, yet nobody answers. Unwillingly, you let yourself fall into sitting position yourself, still ringing the door continuously. Then, in horror, you see the poster at the door that indicates the openning hours. It reads: "Closed on Tuesdays".
Defeated, all you can do is let yourself expand, and if you're still alive tomorow, maibe they might rescue you. But for now, all you can do is wait. As you expand overnight, the overflowing fat of you and Jason finally meets. Bellies pressed together, the moobs. Your faces are but specs of dust on a fleshy blob the size of a house. Hands englufed in enormous sleeves of fat, feet out of sight underneath abelly that spread close to a mile in front of you.
By the time the doctors get back on Wednesday morning, they see you...
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