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Post by michael on May 23, 2010 20:12:34 GMT -4
(Vern, slightly more muscular than your average 17-year-old boy, enters the room.)
*grunts* Where'd Michael frickin' go to now?! I saw him come by here just a few minutes ago, but there's nobody here!
*notices an untouched layer cake on the nightstand* Hey! Is that cake?! I love cake! I hope nobody minds!
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Post by michael on May 23, 2010 20:26:26 GMT -4
*picks up a fork that happened to be conveniently sitting nearby* Heh. Even if they do mind, I can take what I want, when I want it.
(Vern digs into the cake with gusto, tingles flowing over him with each bite.) MMM! Oh, man! This stuff is AWESOME!
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on May 24, 2010 6:40:42 GMT -4
"hello there, enjoying the cake?" A voice said from behind him.
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Post by michael on May 24, 2010 11:50:36 GMT -4
(By this time, he's already put on a few pounds. His muscle shirt is starting to become tight around his rising stomach.) *noticing you* Hmm? Well, yeah. Did'ju make it or somethin'?
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Post by michael on May 27, 2010 15:38:41 GMT -4
(While he waits for your response, he continues eating. He knows this is rude, and he doesn't care. He just wants to eat right now, and, to him, waiting for you to continue your end of the conversation is getting in the way of that.)
(He's really getting into it now, not even bothering to cut the cake into slices. As he picks up speed, he continues to gain weight. His thighs are now stretching the legs of his workout shorts, and his stomach has developed an obvious paunch. Even his arms are softening, and, if you decided to look close enough, you could see a baby double-chin being born.)
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Post by michael on May 27, 2010 16:00:45 GMT -4
(As a matter of fact, it seems nothing you could say or do could pry him away from eating to respond now. He's become enraptured in the heavenly taste of the frosting and the glorious texture of the cake itself. The only thing that could stop his gorging now would be running out of cake to eat, which is not that far off at the rate he's going.)
(Half of the cake is gone at this point, and Vern is looking quite a bit chunkier. His shirt is struggling to contain his burgeoning belly, and his shorts are being stretched even further, both at the hem and at the seat now. Even his pecs, once clearly defined and chiseled are rising like dough from all the extra pounds he's putting on, and his arms are now sporting a couple inches of flab.)
(And he continues to eat.)
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Post by michael on May 28, 2010 14:29:27 GMT -4
(After a few more minutes, the cake is no more. With his constant flow of decadent dessert now suddenly cut off, Vern drops the fork and picks up the plate itself, slurping up as many spare morsels as he can. It doesn't take long to clean the plate. His figure now quite enlarged, he slams the empty plate back down onto the nightstand and glares at you like an animal that's just been denied its favorite meal. With his mouth frothy with frosting, he speaks but one word.)
Mooorre.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on May 28, 2010 22:47:43 GMT -4
"You seem to like our cake?" Hugo laughed. "Would you like me to get you another?"
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Post by michael on May 29, 2010 10:26:12 GMT -4
YESS!! MOOORRE!!!
(After the last bit of residual weight gain finished applying itself to his body, Vern looked about forty pounds heavier than he was when he started. He was now close to 230 lbs., and it seemed as if he'd only just begun to eat.)
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jun 6, 2010 10:26:16 GMT -4
"Why don't you take a moment from the cake, and tell me about yourself, my new hungry guest"
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Post by michael on Jun 6, 2010 16:31:23 GMT -4
(The rush from eating has died down by now.) Well, I'm a Senior in High School, and I'm the top linebacker on the football team. I came here looking for Michael. He's a Freshman, and through his Phys. Ed. class, I was chosen as his Workout Supervisor.
*growls under his breath* The kid's a wimp, and he skimped on his workout session today, so I decided to track him down so he can finish it, my way.
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Post by michael on Jun 6, 2010 17:27:42 GMT -4
(Vern stands up, but he finds it slightly more difficult than it used to be, and he finally notices his new, bigger body.)
Whoa! Belly?!?! I'm not a fat guy! How'd this get here!?!? *points at his new gut*
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Post by michael on Jun 6, 2010 17:41:11 GMT -4
(He looks over to the nightstand, finally putting the pieces together of what just happened.)
The cake?! No way! Sure, I kinda overdid it and ate the whole thing, but there's no way one cake can make me gain, like, forty pounds in an hour!!
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jun 7, 2010 8:56:14 GMT -4
"Oh yes it can, if it's magic!" Hugo laughed as he poked the new belly.
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Post by michael on Jun 7, 2010 18:57:39 GMT -4
(Vern gets a little defensive, and he starts to backpedal a bit, putting his arms up to help create distance. He then stops, for a sudden radical thought has just presented itself to him.) Wait, magical weight gain? I did always want to get bigger since the opposing team would have a much harder time knocking me down when I have the ball if I was, but if just forty pounds does this to my mobility, more will only make it worse.......unless.......
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