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Post by observer on Aug 5, 2012 23:50:28 GMT -4
She looks up at you, a wild look in her eyes. "N-need....fooooooood....." She said, standing up as her attention returned to the cake.
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 6, 2012 9:44:57 GMT -4
"Amanda!" I try pushing her away from the cake, but my shoves seem to have no effect, without much of a fight she's still making progress toward the cake.
"You have to snap out of it!" I say with the most powerful shove I can muster.
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Post by observer on Aug 6, 2012 14:34:57 GMT -4
The shove seems to slightly put her off balance. Unfortunately she regains her balance and bumps back into you, causing you to now be the one fighting to keep your balance.
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 6, 2012 15:01:58 GMT -4
I stumble back onto a couch, aware I've been weakened somehow but more intent on stopping Amanda that interested in my own situation. I dive at the cake and send it top first onto the floor.
"You can't eat that cake!" I say, as she turns to me, "You can't eat anything in here- YOU KNOW THAT!"
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Post by observer on Aug 6, 2012 15:09:05 GMT -4
"But I'm...Sooooo hungry..." She said, her stomach growling loudly as she looked at you. "Need to....make it stop....hurting...." She said, a tear running down her cheak as her hunger seemed to grow.
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 6, 2012 17:25:15 GMT -4
"Oh God-" I say, wondering why the hell I though drinking some unlabeled vials of unknown liquids was a good idea, "I think we need to go see the chef."
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Post by observer on Aug 7, 2012 2:37:49 GMT -4
"The...chef?" Amanda said, the wild look momentarily fading. "...Fooood..." She said, grabbing your fat arm and pulling you up on your feet and toward the door. It seemed she was still thinking about stuffing her aching stomach, but her focus was now on the chef and his kitchen.
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 7, 2012 8:19:04 GMT -4
Despite the slight humiliation I feel being dragged around, I allow it as I don't know where the Chef is anyway. After a few turns and some long hallways, we arrive at the kitchen, where Amanda opens the door, still grasping my thick, pudgy arm and surprising what I can only assume is the chef.
"We've-" I struggle and finally break free of her grip, "We've got a problem."
The chef simply stares at us for a moment, dumbfounded.
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Post by observer on Aug 8, 2012 6:12:02 GMT -4
"And what problem is that?" He asked, only able to tell that the young woman in the maid outfit had to have worked at the mansion. "So...Hungry..." Amanda said before following her nose to a pig pan of mashed potatoes. "If your problem is just needing food that's a pretty easy fix." The chef said to you.
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 8, 2012 9:09:56 GMT -4
"No-" I say, "She drank this liquid that's given her an insatiable hunger... and furthermore, the food here has fattened us both up at an insane rate."
The chef does not seem at all fazed by our problems.
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Post by observer on Aug 8, 2012 12:03:01 GMT -4
"Well of course. Any food prepared for the weight room will do that." The chef said as if it were no big deal. He then points over to Amanda, who's body is jiggling a bit more as she eats and grows. "Even some of the stuff I prepare helps put some 'meat' on people's bones."
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 8, 2012 20:08:56 GMT -4
"Okay..." I say, a little put off by what's going on, "You seem to understand this place, how can I LOSE weight?"
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Post by observer on Aug 9, 2012 14:25:18 GMT -4
"Lose weight? Why that's easy." The chef smiled, walking over to a cabinet and openning it. He looked around a bit before pulling out a small vial. "This will slim you down, but why not enjoy being fat for a bit longer?"
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Post by inthecourt on Aug 9, 2012 14:29:47 GMT -4
"Enjoy being fat?" I said with a hint of disgust in my voice, looking the rather rotund chef up and down. He seemed pretty serious. "Sorry tubbo, I don't get my kicks from jiggling up a story like you do." I could tell my comments rubbed him the wrong way, but it was too late to take them back, I really hoped this wouldn't come back and bite me in the ass.
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Post by observer on Aug 9, 2012 14:33:29 GMT -4
"Well if that's how you feel..." He said, tossing the vial over into the sink. The sound of breaking glass could be heard before the sink turned itself on. "You can find another way to lose all that fat." The chef said, heading toward the oven as a timer went off.
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