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Post by inthecourt on Dec 11, 2011 9:07:46 GMT -4
"Ah-ah, damn... damnit!" said Isaac, out of breath as he stopped, putting his hands on his chubby knees as he felt some extra movement from his developing chest.
"L-Loook..." he gasped, "I call for a truce, we're not doing any good going at each others necks!"
Isaac plopped down on the floor, his pants ripping along his thighs and leaving him in booty shorts that covered less than half of his thigh, he had never put these on!
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Post by Katz on Dec 11, 2011 11:42:03 GMT -4
"Ha, you dress up in womens clothing too fatty?" Turles laughed as he moved over to the Buffet table. Now extremlily hungry after having a taste of the turkey leg.
"Unlike you, I can controll how much I eat", as he took a thin slice of cake.
Still naked, he Took a bite, and quickly finished it off, then getting another slice more bigger this time. Little did he know is that he was now gaining weight in a simular fashion to Issac. As he was now on the verge of stuffing his face, just like Issac did when they first entered the room.
Issac now had his huge rump on the floor, questioning how his fat thighs had these booty shorts on.
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Post by inthecourt on Dec 12, 2011 17:56:20 GMT -4
"Watch it Turtles!" called out Isaac as he struggled to his feet, "That food won't do you much good."
He slapped his fattened midsection, which responded with jiggles, "Hell, I should know."
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Post by Katz on Dec 12, 2011 19:50:11 GMT -4
"For the last time, it is pronounced Turles!" He turned his head and shouted. making his second chin rub against what was left of his neck.
This is when he relised that he was roughly three-quaters the size of Issac, with fat coated arms, a jiggly belly and of course, a huge ass and thunder thighs to match. This was caused due to the large amount of pink powder what was eaten by him before.
"Huh?, how did I put on this weight this fast?!" As he now looked like a compeltely diffrent person, as he went from your average, fit 21 year old male, to a overweight, pale and short red haired woman.
It also looked like his pants were about to rip, under the intense ammount of pressure of his thunder thighs. Simular to what Issac just went through.
Issac was still wondering how the short booty shorts appeared from.
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Post by inthecourt on Dec 12, 2011 21:28:41 GMT -4
"Fine, Turles- look at your fatass!" shouted Isaac at the fattened red haired woman.
Turles looked on in shock.
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Post by Katz on Dec 13, 2011 3:52:07 GMT -4
Turles looked down in shock, though not as big as Issac, he had gained weight in almost the exactly same way.
"What is this?, Turles cried looking down at his body the best that he could, all he could get by looking down was Boobs and belly, he didn't know the extent of what his massive hips and tree trunk legs were in. "Why is this happening to me?" Turles started to cry, making his chin wooble
His jeans couldn't take it anymore, as they started to rip at the seams, exposing even more of his pale body, he also had a pair of booty shorts on, a similar pair to what Issac has.
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Post by inthecourt on Dec 15, 2011 17:01:48 GMT -4
Isaac waddled over laboriously, "I told you the food fattens us up at an insane rate."
He held a hand out to help Turles up.
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Post by Katz on Dec 15, 2011 19:07:47 GMT -4
Turles got up, though it wasnt the easy.
"What do you think we should do now?"
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Post by inthecourt on Dec 16, 2011 9:11:22 GMT -4
"I dunno," said Isaac, huffing slightly, "Doesn't seem like there is much we can do-"
Before Isaac could finish the sentence, a flash of light blinded both characters.
Once Isaac regained his bearings, it seemed he was in a gym- still wearing the booty shorts but now standing on a treadmill which was currently off. Where was Turles?
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Post by Katz on Dec 16, 2011 9:41:30 GMT -4
Turles was sitting on a chair oppisite the treadmill.
"What the hell is happening?, This is some weird dream....." He was able to say before standing up to look into a big glass mirror. He looked exactly the same as he did in the resturant.
Issac looked like.......
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Post by inthecourt on Dec 16, 2011 10:52:11 GMT -4
Isaac also looked as he had in the restaurant, only now along with his boot shorts he was wearing a tank top, highlighting his jiggly arms.
"What the hells going on now?" asked Isaac as he stepped of the treadmill and made his way to Turles...
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Post by Katz on Dec 16, 2011 13:00:49 GMT -4
"How the hell should I know?" said Turles looking at Issac.
The fat tomboy and fat half man-half woman. looked around, it was definitely a gym setup.
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Post by inthecourt on Dec 16, 2011 13:28:58 GMT -4
"Look here lardasses!" shouted a womans voice as a thin, very fit woman made her way into their line of sight.
"Its time to work those fatasses off!" she said as she closed in on the two tubby characters.
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Post by Katz on Dec 16, 2011 17:12:03 GMT -4
"Ha, me? Excuse me, but I'm considered an average weight for a 21 year old man. Turles replied, seemingly forgetting the fact that he looked like a overweight red haired tomboy. He looked back into the mirror and saw himself as what he looked like before entering the TV room.
Issac looked at the woman and laughed, "Yeah, who are you?"
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Post by inthecourt on Dec 18, 2011 11:07:18 GMT -4
"No matter who I am!" said the woman, well aware that the two characters couldn't at all see how different their bodies were- but some time on the treadmill would definitely make them FEEL otherwise.
"Tell ya what," she said, "If you two lardasses can run a mile on those treadmills, I'll get off of your cases."
"You're on!" said Isaac as he made his way to the treadmill.
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