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Post by neon on Jul 31, 2009 21:46:33 GMT -4
"Making people happy...? So I'm guessing you get a lot of guests," he said, trying his best to make polite conversation with a mouthful of food.
The thought of more sweets excited him, but part of him was embarrassed by the thought of pigging out any more than he already had. He was not one to let go of inhibitions easily.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 31, 2009 21:53:59 GMT -4
"Yes, we do see a lot of guests...we try our very best to give them everything they desire while they are in our humble household. What is it...you desire, my friend?"
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Post by neon on Jul 31, 2009 22:03:07 GMT -4
He shook his head. "Nothing, really. It's only an accident that I ended up here. Although," he added, rubbing his distended stomach, "I'm awfully fond of your food, I've never tasted anything like it! I'm full as can be, but I feel like I could eat forever. It feels...good."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 31, 2009 22:06:43 GMT -4
"Glad to hear it. Of course, I am sure we'll find out what you truly desire before you depart, but for now, please enjoy my snacks...they are quite magical..." he said with a grin.
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Post by neon on Jul 31, 2009 22:16:20 GMT -4
As though Lord Hugo had spoken the magic words, Jamie turned delightedly back to the plate, which had once again replenished its supply, and began eating as though he were starved.
Sitting himself down in a chair (had that been there before?) next to the table, he unclasped his belt, only vaguely aware of the tightness of his clothing, too transfixed by the delicious food to notice much of anything.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 31, 2009 22:25:14 GMT -4
Soon, the cupcakes were gone, and they oddly didn't replenish themselves like before...but...you had an odd craving now...you wanted to have some...?
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Post by neon on Jul 31, 2009 22:43:47 GMT -4
Leaning back in his seat, Jamie contemplated the once-again empty plate. This time it hadn't refilled itself, for which he was kind of glad. His taste buds were worn out from the massive amounts of sugar.
He felt uncomfortably warm, and pulled his once-baggy sweatshirt off over his head. Looking down, he let out a gasp of shock. His belly was swollen and soft, oozing out over the edges of his jeans. His jeans themselves were straining to hold in his thighs, and he didn't even want to think of how tight they were in behind. He reached up and touched his face, all the edges softened and rounded, a hint of a second chin clinging to his neck. Even his usually bony chest had developed a soft layer of flesh.
Petrified though he was, he couldn't help but wish he had something more to munch on, something salty to balance out the sweetness that still lingered in his mouth. Images of greasy fast food flashed in his head and his mouth water.
...Ughh, what was wrong with him?
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jul 31, 2009 22:55:48 GMT -4
Suddenly a tray of food appeared in front. Lifting the silver cover off, you see a large cheeseburger, and a big box of fries, and a big soda to wash it down...this place was almost un-real.
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Post by neon on Jul 31, 2009 23:54:52 GMT -4
Perplexed, Jamie tried to decide whether he ought to go on.
A mansion in the middle of nowhere, where he could eat anything his heart desired...but then again, he thought, prodding his belly... How had it happened? He'd eaten a lot, but pounds don't just pile on like that in the span of a few hours. It must be the food...
But as hard as he tried to argue against it, the new meal spread out before him looked so, so inviting, and eating the food here made him feel happier than he'd ever felt. He felt spoiled, and safe. The mansion catered to his every whim, seemed to probe inside his thoughts, like a lover who knows you inside and out.
Hesitantly he lifted the burger to his lips and took a bite, embarrassed at his own gluttony, but euphoric all the same.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 1, 2009 1:06:19 GMT -4
It had to have been the best tasting burger ever...it filled your mouth with flavors like nothing you have ever tasted. The grease slides down your throat as does the meat of the burger...it feels magical...
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Post by neon on Aug 1, 2009 1:17:52 GMT -4
Before arriving at the mansion, Jamie never would've thought it possible for food to taste so GOOD.
He could just imagine the look on his mother's face if she could see him, stuffing his face with all the foods he was never allowed to have as a kid. Maybe with good reason though, he thought, rubbing his belly. It was humiliating, being so...pudgy, but at the same time it excited him. If he ever went back to school he'd be a laughing stock, and the thought of the embarrassment made him blush.
He surprised himself with how quick he downed the whole meal, he had always had a lot of self-restraint...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 1, 2009 1:19:42 GMT -4
You then felt tingles ripple over your skin, as the deeper magic in the meal set to work, while another appeared in it's place...
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Post by neon on Aug 1, 2009 1:30:22 GMT -4
Yet another meal materialized before him, fried chicken, corndogs, and plenty of other things you wouldn't even think could be deep-fried.
He stood up to reach something on the far side of the table when he heard a loud 'rrriiiiip'. His jeans had given way, unable to hold back his rapidly expanding backside. Face turning bright red, he slid his shirt over the wide tear in his pants. He thought about stopping, but the glistening grease of a chicken wing caught his attention and he forgot all about it.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 1, 2009 1:33:30 GMT -4
Hugo returned, smiling "Oh, enjoying dinner now, are we?" he said grinning at the now very visible belly you were sporting.
"Best stuff there is. Fried Chicken...an old favorite, I bet"
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Post by neon on Aug 1, 2009 1:39:22 GMT -4
"Y-yeah," he managed, having forgotten about the other man. He tried to wipe the grease off his face in an attempt to look a little less like a greedy pig in Hugo's presence.
"But um...this food doesn't seem to agree with me," he began, gesturing to his swollen belly, and thinking of his torn jeans. Now he thought of it, he'd been eating non-stop for hours (had it been hours? it was hard to tell) and was surprised he hadn't burst yet.
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