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Post by observer on Jul 29, 2012 23:54:02 GMT -4
"The chef is a bit of a prankster sometimes, but This doesn't seem like a prank." She said, using her finger to taste the cakes frosting. "Maybe I should have asked my mentor what this room does...There's still so much they haven't taught me yet." She said, whispering the last part under her breath as her flat belly started pushing out against her outfit.
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 30, 2012 8:50:19 GMT -4
"What this room DOES?" I ask, rather set off my her word choice, "What the hell can a room do?"
My hips begin to flare slightly, though I've yet to take notice, my thighs also thickening, attempting to match my backside.
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Post by observer on Jul 30, 2012 12:35:23 GMT -4
"Well each room her has a different theme in this mansion." She said as she turned to you. "So far I've only been trained in the size & gender rooms." She said, looking a bit embarressed at her inexperience.
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 30, 2012 14:48:07 GMT -4
"This isn't making any sense, " I say, sitting down, "So you're saying these rooms are- magical?"
She simply nods.
"Well-if that's the case, this is the WEIGHT room... we're gaining weight, fat, adipose! Call it what you will, its turning us into some jiggly tubs of lard!"
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Post by observer on Jul 30, 2012 14:54:15 GMT -4
Amanda's face quickly went pale as she started to understand what the cake had done to them. "T-then we s-should be fine if we don't anymore c-cake, right?" She asked a bit nervously, looking back down at her butt. In the process she saw her new paunch of a belly.
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 31, 2012 8:46:22 GMT -4
"What do I know? You're the one who works here!" I say, feeling the waistband of my underwear digging into my new fleshy hips, "What can we do?!?"
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Post by observer on Jul 31, 2012 14:06:26 GMT -4
"I-i'm still kinda new around here." She said, blushing a bit. "B-but I was told every room has a w-way to undo any changes. We just have to find it." She said, wincing as her outfit felt tighter. Looking down she saw her belly was still growing, while her thighs started to thicken.
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 31, 2012 14:47:28 GMT -4
"Okay, lets calm down for a sec-" I say, a muffin top rising over the waist of my pants, "Losing our cool won't help us."
I look around the room in somewhat frantic fashion, "What are our options?"
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Post by observer on Jul 31, 2012 14:57:34 GMT -4
Amanda looked around taking in the stuff the room had. Aside from the dumbells and treadmill there was the dresser she had gotten your new sweats from and the table the cake was sitting on. Aside from that was a door at the back of the room. "Think a workout might help?" She asked, walking over to the treadmill and weights.
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Post by inthecourt on Jul 31, 2012 23:00:33 GMT -4
"I don't see why not-" I say standing up, "Food makes us fat, working out will make us thin... solid reasoning."
I hop up on the treadmill and begin a jog, finding myself slowed by my weight, "Okay, here goes-"
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Post by observer on Aug 1, 2012 1:10:02 GMT -4
As you jogged Amanda decided to try some of the light weights. Picking up two 20 pound weights she began working out her arms. "How long do you think it will take before..." She started to say, turning to see you looking a bit fatter as you ran on the treadmill.
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 1, 2012 9:20:49 GMT -4
"No idea," I admitted, gasping a bit as I ran, my body now preferring limited movement and high caloric intake, "I am feeling tired", I gasp once more for air, "Maybe- maybe its working already?"
Clearly, however, it was not working, as it seemed with every step I had a little more mass and a little more jiggle here- there, oddly enough, mostly in my lower body. My belly was not devoid of fat, however, nor was the rest of me, but it somewhat paled in comparison to my chunky butt and thighs, as well as my widened hips and soft calves.
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Post by observer on Aug 1, 2012 12:34:57 GMT -4
"I-I think you should stop." Amanda said, staring at your growing pear shaped body. Her attention returned to her own work out as her arms started feeling tired and heavy. She gasped and dropped the weights when she saw her new fatter arms. They were thick as logs, but droopy from the fat.
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 1, 2012 14:32:23 GMT -4
I stop the machine, imagining Amanda has either noticed I'm slimming down or that she's got another idea, but a quick survey of my body reveals I'm definitely a few pounds heavier- a few being somewhere on the low end of an estimate. Looking to her for answers, I see she's pinching her new, flabby, wobbly arms- arms that were disproportionate to her thicker yet not overly overweight body.
"Great!" I say, placing my hands on my hips, which were wider still, "So working out makes us fatter, eating makes us fatter.... I think we need to see someone who knows what they're doing!"
I realize that the last bit of that may have been construed as an insult, but I do not apologize for it.
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Post by observer on Aug 1, 2012 15:38:45 GMT -4
Amanda looks kinda hurt by your words, but understands both of you need someone with experience. "Well...given the chef made the cake...perhaps he might know how to fix us." She said, looking down at the ground.
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