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Post by inthecourt on Jul 26, 2012 13:38:49 GMT -4
"No, it's fine." I say, "So are you gonna have some as well Amanda?"
I take a bigger helping of cake to my mouth, "Jesus- this is some good cake!"
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Post by observer on Jul 26, 2012 14:10:16 GMT -4
"That it is. Our chefs bake the best cakes around." Amanda smiled before looking at the cake. "You sure you don't mind me having some...I mean I don't want to impose..." She said, blushing a bit at your offer.
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 27, 2012 0:07:27 GMT -4
"Oh please," I say somewhat more interested in the cake than the conversation, "This may be some spectacular cake, but that doesn't mean I've forgotten my manners- come have some." I find my pants getting oddly tight, though I cast it off as a byproduct of fullness rather than some other occurrence.
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Post by observer on Jul 27, 2012 0:13:56 GMT -4
"Well...If you insist." Amanda smiled, grabbing a spoon as she sat down. She had seen your pants getting tighter, but wanted to try a bite too much to care about what would happen to her figure as well. She scooped up a nice amount of cake and took a bite. "Mmmm, this is wonderful." She said, a bit of frosting getting on the tip of her nose as she took a big bite of cake.
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 27, 2012 8:48:07 GMT -4
I smirk, noting she hasn't realized she's made a bit of a mess of herself, and so I lean over to wipe the icing on her nose- however, as I do so an audible rip his heard.... MY PANTS?
"Uh-" I reach down to feel a small tear along the seat of my pants, my rear feeling, bigger, fleshier in my hands.
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Post by observer on Jul 27, 2012 12:50:52 GMT -4
Amanda looked wide eyed at you before blushing. "Ummm...Is everthing...alright?" She asked as she looked away, taking a small bite from the piece of cake on her spoon.
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 27, 2012 14:41:51 GMT -4
"I- I know this is gonna sound weird... but my butt feels swollen. I just tore my pants!" I say, sitting down on a rear end that seemingly takes up more space on the chair I was sitting on that I recalled.
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Post by observer on Jul 27, 2012 14:49:21 GMT -4
"Oh? I hope you're not some how allergic to the cake." She said, fidgitting in her seat a bit. "Would you like me to...get you some new pants?"
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 28, 2012 8:32:48 GMT -4
"Uh yeah, could you get me some sweatpants or something similar?" I ask, feeling as if my butt is still growing- but that's impossible, more likely she's right and I'm suffering from some form of an allergic reaction.
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Post by observer on Jul 28, 2012 9:35:20 GMT -4
"Alright. I'll try to be quick." She said, getting up and heading for the dresser across the room. As she did you noticed the skirt of her maid outfit seemed to be pushed up a bit, showing off a bit of her rear and panties. Was she sufferring from an allergic reaction as well or had it been like that when she came in with the cake?
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 28, 2012 14:51:36 GMT -4
"I don't mean to prod, but your backside seems a bit on the big end... I'm not sure if you're just built like that or if you're experiencing something similar to myself," I say, choosing my words carefully, "Maybe you oughta take a look in the mirror."
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Post by observer on Jul 28, 2012 15:04:51 GMT -4
She looks over her shoulder at her backside as you point it out. She quickly heads over to a full length mirror hanging on one of the walls and checks out her butt's reflection. "That's definitely new." Amanda said, running a hand over her slightly bigger rear.
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 28, 2012 17:10:08 GMT -4
"Do you think there's something in the cake?" I say with a hint of fear in my voice, "Something poisonous or of that variety?"
I feel myself lifting up slightly in my chair, my rump now plump with adipose, yet not enormous or even close.
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Post by observer on Jul 28, 2012 23:31:01 GMT -4
"The master would never put poison in any of his guests cake, whether they walk in or sneak in." Amanda said a bit defensively. "I know the chef told me not to taste any of the cake, but he never explained why." She said, heading back over to the dresser. She grabbed a pair of sweats for you and walked back over to the table.
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 29, 2012 16:57:45 GMT -4
"So is this a prank or something?" I take the sweatpants and leave the room, changing into them quickly and realizing that my underwear can't take much more growth from my backside, "This doesn't make any sense."
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