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Post by inthecourt on Nov 25, 2011 12:13:54 GMT -4
"Well isn't this just great." mused Isaac, a fit 20 year old, as he inspected the state of his flat tires. All but one of his tires was flat- he had no idea how this had occurred. He had seen a mansion of sorts a few ways back, and though he wasn't one to turn to strangers for help, his options were very limited. After walking a few miles, he arrived at the mansion, finding it was a fair bit eerier than he had imagined.
"Hello?" he asked as he knocked on the door, which simply swung open. Peculiar.
Stepping inside, he began to fear the house was abandoned.
"Hello?" he called out once more, "Excuse me, I hate to be a bother but I could really use some help."
Silence.
Taking a few steps in, he was confronted with a hallway full of rooms labeled rather vaguely- weight, age, gender- as well as a few others.
The Weight room was closest to him, so he stepped inside...
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Post by observer on Nov 26, 2011 8:03:44 GMT -4
The room seemed a bit odd. There was a table full of sweets and desserts next to a jogging machine that was wider than it seemed necessary. There was a water botle full of what looked like a strawberry shake in it, sitting in a cup holder on a cycling machine. In the back corner was a cyndrical machine with a large pink robe hanging inside.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Nov 26, 2011 11:28:15 GMT -4
It was quiet. Unusually quiet for the mansion, but Issac didn't know that. The room remained dimly lit as he walked inside, and besides the odd things littered about, it seemed normal.
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Post by inthecourt on Nov 27, 2011 20:43:46 GMT -4
"Hello?" Isaac called out once again. Still, no response. He looked over the things in the room- some sweets, they seemed very appetizing. The treadmill also grabbed his attention, how odd it seemed to have sweets next to one... and why was it so wide? The strawberry shake seemed to draw him in, somehow he couldn't help but sit down on the cycling machine and take a few sips. It was delicious! He finished the whole thing, and knowing how fattening shakes can be, he decided to give the cycling machine a go. He started pedaling and it booted up, so he continued. However, he couldn't help but feel a very weird sensation across his rear, as if his butt was starting to grow...
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Post by observer on Nov 28, 2011 16:08:47 GMT -4
Indeed it was growing. With each revolution of the pedals his butt grew, inch by inch.
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Post by inthecourt on Nov 28, 2011 16:38:42 GMT -4
This growth was not limited to his rear, as his thighs began to plump up ever so slightly, his hips widening just a bit. His belly didn't grow much at all, but a thin layer of fat enveloped his once proud six pack and he grew a bit softer overall with each rotation.
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Post by observer on Nov 28, 2011 16:44:34 GMT -4
As he continued to pedal and gain weight each rotation became harder. He began to get tired as his pedalling slowed.
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Post by inthecourt on Nov 28, 2011 16:47:21 GMT -4
"Huh," he said aloud, "Well I've had enough of that." He wiped the sweat off of his brow with a slightly thicker forearm and stood up, noticing his pants were very tight. Placing his hands on his slightly ampler hips, he knew something was very off. As he made his way to a mirror someone walked in through the door...
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Post by observer on Nov 28, 2011 16:56:30 GMT -4
"Oh, guess someone's already in here." A young woman, about 21, said as she brushed a strand of her dark brown hair from her face.
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Post by inthecourt on Nov 28, 2011 16:59:46 GMT -4
"Oh," said Isaac, turning around, his butt jiggling a bit as he did so, "For a second I thought this place was empty."
At this point, he was becoming a bit pear shaped and feminine, and though he knew something was off, he didn't know quite what it was.
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Post by observer on Nov 29, 2011 1:21:28 GMT -4
"No, this place is just real 'big'." She giggled, watching his butt jiggle as his skin seemed to become softer. "Trying to lose a few pounds?" She asked.
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Post by inthecourt on Nov 29, 2011 18:52:53 GMT -4
"Huh?" Isaac's face screwed up a bit- he wasn't overweight. "No... why?"
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Post by observer on Nov 30, 2011 1:14:36 GMT -4
"I figured you'd be using the exercise equipment, but I guess your here for the food." She said, walking over to the treadmill.
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Post by inthecourt on Nov 30, 2011 16:30:59 GMT -4
"Wait-" Isaac asked, still slightly unnerved by her comment on his weight, "How did you get here, and what are you doing?
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Post by observer on Dec 1, 2011 0:33:22 GMT -4
"My sisters old junker of a car broke down. Would have had it towed but the butler said the phone wasn't working." She said, looking over at Isaac. "As for what I'm doing, I was planning on working out a bit."
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