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Post by inthecourt on Mar 9, 2012 15:53:36 GMT -4
(Hey guys, tried this once before and got a ways in but it got a bit stale- anyway, in case you want to add on here I'm a guy who enjoys gaining in a girlish way, big butt, hips, thighs, as well as some fat everywhere else, but particularly focused on the lower body- thanks in advance if you're willing to help.)
The room was eerily familiar, yet Isaac could not put his finger on just what was so strikingly reminiscent of something in his past.
"Hello..?" he called out a bit softly, as well as nervously- "Is there- is anyone in here?"
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Post by jamesalexwhyte on Mar 14, 2012 13:09:54 GMT -4
(Lol, not sure I'm allowed to do this, so if not, feel free to delete me.)
As he was looking around, Allison hurriedly walked into the room, struggling to walk gracefully in her new heels, not to mention the tight tug of her uniform against her pudgy body. "Hello?" She called back, hearing a voice across the room, until she saw him. "Its... you. You're back?!" She said, surprised and puzzled.
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Post by inthecourt on Mar 14, 2012 13:47:35 GMT -4
(Totally fine, not really sure whats going on but I'll play along ) "Back?" Isaac looked around, making sure he was the only person in the room, "I guess the room did seem familiar." He walked toward he a bit cautiously, "So uh, hi?"
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Post by jamesalexwhyte on Mar 14, 2012 14:19:44 GMT -4
"Oh, I'm so sorry... I forgot to introduce myself.." she said, pushing back a tuft of Auburn hair from her chubby, rounded face, "I'm Allison, the newest maid here in the Weight Room.. I was here as a guest the last time you were in here.." Blushing at her awkwardness, she cut herself off from rambling. "So, what is it that I can get for you? Food? Beverage? Some place to relax? Say the word... and I will do my best." She added, trying to sound confident, but this being her first 'client', she was mortifies of screwing it up.
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Post by inthecourt on Mar 14, 2012 15:21:38 GMT -4
"Huh, the weight room, now THAT does sound familiar," I think for a second, "Well I am a bit hungry, anything to eat here?"
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Post by jamesalexwhyte on Mar 17, 2012 0:46:22 GMT -4
"Certainly, sir... Cakes, Pastries, Meat, Breads, Cheeses, you name it... i'm pretty sure i could round it up." She said, smiling timidly. "So... why did you leave the Room the last time?" She asked, getting a bit nosey, before he could respond with his order. "I've heard stories, but you know how much people like to... enhance stories."
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Post by inthecourt on Mar 18, 2012 9:07:44 GMT -4
"Stories?" I ask confounded, "About me? Jesus, what the hell is wrong with my memory-" I look around, sure it seems familiar, but what had I done? "Sorry, I'm afraid I can't help you there, I would love some cake."
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Post by inthecourt on Mar 30, 2012 6:42:46 GMT -4
(Forgot to mention this, everyone- feel free to join!
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Apr 14, 2012 0:30:17 GMT -4
Hugo watched from his office, smiling as the maid started her work. "so far so good." he said to the monitor, knowing no one could hear him.
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Post by inthecourt on Jun 6, 2012 17:03:22 GMT -4
The maid hurried off, seemingly off to fetch me some cake- and I looked around the room once more. For a weight room, it did seem to focus more toward food than working out. There was a treadmill, which itself wasn't a weight-lifting device, but did at least correlate with the idea of working out, and oddly enough there were a few dumbbells, though something about them was very peculiar. I pick one up- its fairly light, I find. I preform a few reps, noting that each time I do it becomes harder to lift the weight, as my arm loses some muscle and is slowly coated in a layer of fat that is currently thin but slowly growing thicker.
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Post by observer on Jul 25, 2012 15:18:57 GMT -4
As you were trying out the dumbbells another maid walked in carrying a tray with a chocolate cake. "Excuse me sir, did you order a cake?" She asked curiously.
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 25, 2012 19:35:35 GMT -4
"Oh yes-" I say, putting down the weights- my arm does feel different, so I supposed that everything made sense.
"Looks delicious," I say earnestly as I take a seat, "But that's a whole lot of cake... is that all for me?"
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Post by observer on Jul 25, 2012 23:38:55 GMT -4
"Well if you're worried about it being too much, you can always share whatever you don't finish." She said, setting the cake down in front of you before brushing a strand of her shoulder length brunette hair back.
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 26, 2012 8:29:42 GMT -4
"Sure," I say, drawn in, "What's your name by the way?" I take a spoon and lop off a portion of the cake fit for tasting, finding its likely the most delicious thing I've ever tasted.
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Post by observer on Jul 26, 2012 10:39:01 GMT -4
She smiles as you taste the cake. "My name's Amanda sir. Sorry if you were expecting the other maid, but something came up that required her assistance." She said, giving a slight bow.
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