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Post by inthecourt on Aug 1, 2012 19:30:07 GMT -4
"I-" I begin, realizing the damage I've done, "Look, I... I'm sorry for being harsh. This all seems fairly complicated and you're new, I can't really blame you. If going to the chef would in some way be detrimental to you, we could just keep trying to fix this ourselves.... at the risk of getting fatter."
I manage a chuckle at the end in a rather sorry attempt to lighten the mood, then I fix my eyes on her face to gauge her reaction.
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Post by observer on Aug 2, 2012 0:26:10 GMT -4
She looks up, still looking to be embarressed as she meets your eyes. "It's just...He told me not to eat the cake...and I don't want him to get mad when he sees me..." She said, biting her lip. "You sure you want to risk...not seeing him?"
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 2, 2012 8:39:58 GMT -4
"Uhh-" I begin, rather unsure, "Well, I'm sure there's something in here that will help us slim down, but if things get even worse- we really oughta seek some help. Deal?"
I place my hand out, ready for a handshake and Amanda rather timidly accepts. Looking around the room, there's a medley of things for us to try, but what will actually help?
"So- what can we try?"
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Post by observer on Aug 2, 2012 13:33:18 GMT -4
Amanda looks around, trying to figure out what might help them. "Ummm...Maybe there's something in the dresser." She said, deciding to take things cautiously.
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 2, 2012 21:34:28 GMT -4
"Good thinking-" I say, heading over to the dresser and swinging its doors open. There was definitely something in the dresser, in fact- it was closer to everything. The selection of clothes available was almost ridiculous.
"Uhh...." I think aloud, "Made a choice?"
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Post by observer on Aug 3, 2012 0:15:14 GMT -4
Amanda walks over to the dresser to see what you've found so far. It looked like even the smallest of clothes would still only fit someone with a pudgy figure.
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 3, 2012 8:48:07 GMT -4
"You sure the dresser is our best option?" I ask, looking through the clothes thoroughly, realizing like she had that even the smallest clothes was made for a plus sized figure, "Nothing in here looks all that small-"
I absentmindedly looked around the room for another solution, setting my eyes on a cupboard I had not noticed before, "How about this?"
I walk over to the cupboard and swing it open, revealing a number of vials filled with glowing liquids of various colors, as well as what seems to be an ancient tome of the magic variety, "This might be worth looking into."
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Post by observer on Aug 4, 2012 1:35:15 GMT -4
"Hmm?" Amanda said, closing the dresser as she walked over to the cupboard. "Not sure if we should mess with that." She said, gesturing to the ancient tome. She looked around at the vials before grabbing a yellow one. She opened it up, taking a bit of a sniff before trying a sip.
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 4, 2012 7:56:36 GMT -4
"Well?" I ask, looking at you, surveying your body for any changes and then seeing none. In turn, I grab a glowing purple vial, hands shaking a bit, and pop the top off.
"B-bottoms up-" I stutter as I take a generous sip, it tastes odd- not disgusting or vile, just entirely alien to me.
Looking back at you, I wonder if anything has happened to either one of us yet.
"Are they duds?"
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Post by observer on Aug 4, 2012 8:01:57 GMT -4
"Not sure. Maybe tthey're...Ooooohhh." Amanda said, dropping the vial as she wrapped her arms around her grumbling belly.
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 4, 2012 16:28:04 GMT -4
"Are you okay?" I ask, seemingly unaffected by what I just drank, for now at least, "Oh crap, what were we thinking?"
Holding her grumbling belly, she doesn't reply. I feel a strange tingling throughout my body, I am completely unaware, but my muscle mass is shrinking at a rapid rate, exacerbating my gain by making me weaker.
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Post by observer on Aug 4, 2012 23:39:50 GMT -4
Amanda dropped to her knees. Her stomach felt like it had been starved for days. She was worried just how much more it would have hurt if she'd had more than a sip.
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 5, 2012 9:30:01 GMT -4
"Amanda!?" I ask, feeling myself stricken with lethargy, "What's wrong?"
I manage to stay standing by sheer force of will, why does it feel like I weight a ton?
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Post by observer on Aug 5, 2012 12:21:59 GMT -4
"S-sooo...h-hungryyyy..." She said, the smell of the cake whiffing at her nose.
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 5, 2012 13:35:46 GMT -4
Seeing your intentions, I put my arms on you- realizing I feel very, very weak.
"Amanda, no!" I say, trying to shake some sense into you, "You know what that cake will do- we have to get out of here!"
You seem unresponsive, still focused on the cake.
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