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Post by Christina on Apr 13, 2013 0:16:06 GMT -4
The cook, desperate for anything to stop her, looked around and saw the most peculair remote inside of a drawer that was rarely opened, but somehoe was sitting noticably ajar. Grabbing it, he looked it over and saw it labeled "Control-a-Maid 3000" written on it. A bit worried about the ramifications, he pointed it at her and pressed "Stop".
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Post by observer on Apr 13, 2013 0:22:06 GMT -4
Emi stopped in her tracks, her hand outstretched toward the door. Pressing a button labeled 'Come' he watched as she turned around and walked over to him, a blank look in her eyes.
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Post by Christina on Apr 13, 2013 0:41:59 GMT -4
He looked at her, in complete shock that it worked. He looked down at the remote and pushed a button that said "Command" before saying "Emi, you have a wonderful gentleman out there who wants to see the two of you grow very fat together, i command you to grant his wish as if it were your own.."
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Post by observer on Apr 13, 2013 0:43:36 GMT -4
"...Grant his wish as if it were my own..." She said in a monotone way. The chef watched as she turned and started to head back into the other room where Alex was.
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Post by Christina on Apr 13, 2013 0:45:47 GMT -4
The chef watched her walk in, and crossed his fingers that it would work.
Sitting inside, Alex was looking down dejected. He had lost his body and the woman who shared the love of gluttony with him, leaving him a depressed, shell of a man sitting in a massive arm-chair.
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Post by observer on Apr 13, 2013 14:12:39 GMT -4
Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning to look he saw it was Emi. "Must fatten us up." She smiled, her voice still a bit monotone as she held a large slice of pizza out to Alex, raising a slice to her lips with her other hand.
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Post by Christina on Apr 18, 2013 3:16:31 GMT -4
Alex was a bit thrown by the smile and monotone voice, but he accepted the slice anyways, as she fed it to him rigidly and lacking any passion, which the chef could see from the kitchen. "Uh oh... Lets see.." He said as he looked at the buttons, which had magically added a "mood" section. Scanning it, he found a button marked 'Anxious and Pleasure-fully Motivated' and pressed the odd combined button.
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Post by observer on Apr 18, 2013 3:24:34 GMT -4
Half way through the slice Alex quickly found Emi stuffing the rest into his mouth. Looking up he saw her do the same before reaching over and grabbing two slices in each hand. "Lets get that big gut back handsome." Emi said in a sultry voice, smiling as she stuffed the next two slices into Alex's empty mouth.
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Post by Christina on Apr 18, 2013 3:27:15 GMT -4
James didnt even have time to react about the happy change in her demeanor, he just tried to keep up with her pace as she shoved bite after bite in his mouth, the pizza quickly filling him back out to his former glory.
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Post by observer on Apr 18, 2013 3:56:20 GMT -4
Emi was half his size, feeding herself one slice for every two he got. When the pizza ran out she simply rubbed his large belly. "Ooooh chef...We need more food." She called out playfully, never taking her eyes off her big guy.
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Post by Christina on Apr 18, 2013 3:58:04 GMT -4
"Emi... you're... back..." He finally managed to say, after she ran out of food to stuff in his mouth. "And you're... looking... great..." He groaned, feeling a little bloated after all the pizza he had been fed.
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Post by observer on Apr 18, 2013 4:00:11 GMT -4
"Thank you, but I'm no where near as perfect as you." She smiled, kissing his lips. "We both need to get fatter."
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Post by Christina on Apr 18, 2013 4:03:09 GMT -4
Alex's head was swimming at this astounding turn-around. "Whatever you say... sweetie.." he said, still catching his breath from that last kiss. Alex's stomach then inexplicably rumbled loud enough for Emi to hear it.
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Post by observer on Apr 18, 2013 4:19:13 GMT -4
"Chef? You still there?" She asked, playfully kneading her guys hungry belly. "We need more food."
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Post by Christina on Apr 18, 2013 4:20:50 GMT -4
The chef, watching from the doorway, sprang back to action as he heard her call for him. "Erm.. yes, coming up in just a minute..." He said as she turned to walk to the middle of the kitchen, putting the remote in his pocket... without forgetting to hit the 'lock' function so he couldn't accidentally hit random buttons while it was in his pocket.
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