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Post by Vomica on Mar 6, 2009 19:37:47 GMT -4
"Oh! This tastes good!", I exclaim in between mouthfuls. Missing that fact that I was being hand fed, and with each bite full... my waist line filled up the diaper making itself full...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 7, 2009 14:56:56 GMT -4
"Having fun yet?" the bear asked you as your belly stretched out from all the food.
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Post by Vomica on Mar 11, 2009 23:35:37 GMT -4
Very massive now, I find moving extremely difficult, in reponse to the query I say "Fun? Not yet. I am full though!". Each syllable sending waves of motion though the blubber that has accumulated on my face and neck.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 12, 2009 2:41:34 GMT -4
"Oh, that's silly. You seem to have forgotten that babies...they don't talk!" he said his eyes glowing again...
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Post by Vomica on Mar 13, 2009 5:53:48 GMT -4
I attempt to protest, but only a gurgling noise emits from my mouth. Holding on to my last hope, I attempt to communicate again. Incoherent blubbering is the only thing that I say. Immobile and with the lose of my voice, I find myself getting angry and frustrated, but unable to convey my thoughts...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 15, 2009 17:32:44 GMT -4
"Look at him...gonna cry, are we?" the teddy asks...
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Post by Vomica on Mar 19, 2009 0:02:16 GMT -4
I go to shout in disagreement, having losing my temper, but... I begin to choke up inside and begin to wail. I begin to cry, not a soft sob as if I face some great adversity, but much like a baby...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 20, 2009 0:51:45 GMT -4
"Now Now, this is a fun life to live...everything is taken care of for you...you never have to worry...and since the weight gain is magical, it doesn't affect your heath, mr. chubby cheeks" the bear said.
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Post by Vomica on Mar 20, 2009 6:47:08 GMT -4
With each word the bear spoke, my worries seemed to vanish piece by piece. My bailing lightens all the way, that by the time he calls me "chubby cheeks" I find my self giggling at the funny joke. I never have to worry about anything! Food! Fun! No responsibility! No work! He is right this is great!
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 22, 2009 5:55:03 GMT -4
Suddenly Hugo walked in.
"Bear...what are you doing?" he asked...The bear looked at you and smirked...
"Oh nothing..."
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Post by Vomica on May 2, 2009 16:34:25 GMT -4
I sit there in my blissful ignorance grinning dumbly, completely obvious to any problems or issues that I would have had with this situation moments ago. I wave a chubby hand to Hugo.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on May 7, 2009 3:00:38 GMT -4
"Bear...This isn't funny...I know your room doesn't get used much, but you can't just turn people into BFB's against their will"
The bear suddenly looked quite...angry...and he turned to you, and in his babbling language that you can understand said...
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