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Post by Christina on Mar 3, 2013 16:44:26 GMT -4
"I set it to... Super obese..." She huffed between bites, her hands working independent of her body. "How much... Bigger will.. I... Get?" She asked with her mouth half full as she polished off the plate, then grabbed a cake and did the unthinkable, shoved her face right into it and began to bite.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 3, 2013 16:46:07 GMT -4
"Um. Quite a lot bigger if that's the case." she said with a smile.
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Post by Christina on Mar 3, 2013 16:48:57 GMT -4
"Oh God..." She said once she pulled her head out of the cake. "Can it be... Stopped, or am I... Doomed to... Eat myself into... A massive... Fat..... Blob...?" She asked in terror, but somehow the fear was beginning to ring hollow as she added each instance of calling herself 'fat' or 'huge' or 'massive'.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 3, 2013 16:53:43 GMT -4
"Stopped? No, I don't think so. Reversed? Perhaps."
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Post by Christina on Mar 3, 2013 16:55:22 GMT -4
"Yes... That... Please! Before I get too big for..." She gasped, as she felt the chair get too small for her and the armrests popped off, which crippled the structural integrity of the chair, which them imploded under her, sending her crashing to the floor with a loud thud.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 3, 2013 16:58:29 GMT -4
"No, It can't be undone until the process is finished. The machine won't recognize you as finished."
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Post by Christina on Mar 3, 2013 17:06:50 GMT -4
Emily heard her words, and on some level comprehended them, but at her baser, and more apparent level, she was a fat girl who couldn't get to more food to shove in her mouth. She tried to get up, or even reach out, but she couldn't get off her back. "Mmmm... No.... Need.... Food...." She almost moaned.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 3, 2013 17:13:22 GMT -4
The maid clapped and the chair rebuilt itself from under her. It grew larger, wider and stronger.
"That should hold you for a bit more.
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Post by Christina on Mar 3, 2013 17:22:41 GMT -4
"Whoa..... Trippy...." She said, before digging right back in, struggling more as more to reach over her rapidly expanding belly to reach the food.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 4, 2013 0:39:14 GMT -4
Her butt grew thicker, and chins added to her face as she piled food in. She thought about how odd and strange it was that every bite of food was making her gain. The machine had certainly done something to her once magnificent metabolism.
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Post by Christina on Mar 4, 2013 10:04:11 GMT -4
Finally her body reach the point that she was just too large to reach over her massive girth to get more food. "Maid... Can you... Help me?" She asked, her inner-self crying to stop, but her outer mindless-glutton crying out for more food.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 6, 2013 8:37:48 GMT -4
The maid clapped and suddenly the food was floating off the table and towards you. "A little help, coming right up."
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Post by Christina on Mar 6, 2013 11:08:26 GMT -4
"Thank.... You..." She struggled to reply as the food flowed into her mouth, feeding her as she swelled bigger and bigger, her clothes and furniture growing to accomidate.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 8, 2013 10:35:51 GMT -4
"It's my job to help, so it's no trouble." she said with a smile.
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Post by Christina on Mar 8, 2013 17:01:24 GMT -4
Completely uninhibited, Emily was gorged for hours until she finally reached the level of "Super-Obese", and the food stopped. Emily sat there, completely in a haze as she felt the food settling in her sheerly titanic body. "Ohhh... Erm.... Ugh..." Was all she could muster as she sat there in a food-enduced stupor.
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