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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jun 11, 2012 16:15:58 GMT -4
It was delicious, and her mouth tingled with pleasure at the flavor.
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Post by Christina on Jun 12, 2012 10:57:09 GMT -4
The exhilaration of the food traveling down her throat was almost too much for her, sending euphoric pangs all through out her body. Soon one piece became two, then six, then it was on, she was in a full on binge, with her body completely powerless to stop itself, even if her mind could think rationally enough to see what was going on.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jun 12, 2012 22:17:16 GMT -4
"So Good" was a phrase that was now repeating through her mind. The food itself was almost pleasurable, the feeling of it sliding down her throat, the taste. It all added up to an extroadinary sensation.
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Post by Christina on Mar 3, 2013 4:59:17 GMT -4
"Mmmm... Ohhhhh... Oooooo..." Was all she could muster as she was quickly losing all sense of thought, she was slipping into an almost mindless-glutton state, unaware that her body was only getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, spilling out of any opening it allowed, and threatening to pop and tear new openings for her to grow out of.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 3, 2013 12:34:56 GMT -4
The food seemed to be continuously refilled, no ending in sight for her smorgasbord of delightful foods.
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Post by Christina on Mar 3, 2013 14:53:30 GMT -4
And on and on she ate, losing all track of time, until she was pulled out of her trance by the explosion of her incredibly stretchy, but painfully strained running tights, which fully-exposed her ridiculously inflated hips, legs, and thighs. Once she came out of her stupor, she saw her spandex running-top was not too far from exploding itself. "Ugh..." She groaned almost incoherently, as her former, rational mind perceived the vey enlarged version of herself she was seeing, and she couldn't comprehend it.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 3, 2013 16:14:54 GMT -4
"Hello there." came a voice, soft as if whispering. "Healthy Appetite on you."
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Post by Christina on Mar 3, 2013 16:16:53 GMT -4
"Huh?" She said, looking around, trying to find where the strange voice came from. As she looked side to side she felt her body sloshing around, full of greasy, fatty foods, which took it out of her MUCH too quickly.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 3, 2013 16:18:14 GMT -4
"Oh, don't stress yourself. Such rapid gain can cause the body some problems if you aren't careful." said the voice. A figure walked out of the dark shadows of the room. A woman, pretty smile, wearing a maids outfit.
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Post by Christina on Mar 3, 2013 16:22:16 GMT -4
"Who.... Who are you?" She asked, squinting a bit to see her across the room. She hadn't fully let in the first part he said... But the talk of 'rapid gain' had her really wondering what was going on.. If her massively bloated form wasn't puzzling enough.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 3, 2013 16:28:53 GMT -4
"I am...Jenni. A maid here at the mansion. You are no doubt confused."
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Post by Christina on Mar 3, 2013 16:30:33 GMT -4
"... Very. I was out running, found this place, took a picture... Then now I'm 'this"..." She said, shrugging timidly as she acknowledged her vastly inflated body.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 3, 2013 16:37:06 GMT -4
"The booth allows your body to take the form of what you tell it to produce. Of course, I think you didn't realize that, so you just made it look as silly as you wanted. Not the worst outcome, though." She said.
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Post by Christina on Mar 3, 2013 16:40:02 GMT -4
"Wait... THIS isn't the worst outcome?" She asked, stunned, as she lifted up as jiggled her sizable belly, which was a mistake, as it set the hunger pangs back in motion with an ominous gurgling. "Oh.... Oh gosh..." She groaned before turning back to the table and picking up a tray of brownies, scarfing them down with abandon.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 3, 2013 16:40:54 GMT -4
"Oh, it seems I spoke to soon. You probably designed the new you with quite a bit of flab if you are still hungry."
The table filled with various desert style treats.
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