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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 15, 2009 1:06:47 GMT -4
"Bring on the Baby Powder!" they shouted.
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Post by Vomica on Feb 15, 2009 1:55:42 GMT -4
Baby powder? What?! I gotta get out of here!
But as I try to get up to leave, I am pinned right back down. To compound the situation a little stuffed monkey appears from the team of toys wielding a bottle of the said contents. Unable to resist effectively, and without many options, I flail madly, but my limbs are unable to budge underneath the plushies.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 15, 2009 1:58:32 GMT -4
"Calm down, you wanted to be a BFB, and so you shall!" said the lead Teddy.
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Post by Vomica on Feb 15, 2009 2:02:07 GMT -4
I stop struggling, and cooperate. Perhaps...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 15, 2009 2:28:47 GMT -4
The stuffed monkey unscrews the bottle and begins to dump it in the area a diaper might go...and boy did it tingle.
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Post by Vomica on Feb 15, 2009 2:45:10 GMT -4
Tingling? I suspect I know what that means. That powder is magical.
I pick my head head up and gaze at my lower body, trying to investigate what exactly is happening. My vision reveals that my lower extremities were covered in a fine white dust. Most likely baby power, but what is it doing? Or is it just the first step to being... what acronym did they repeatably use BFB?
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 15, 2009 17:47:26 GMT -4
"Long Live the Big...Fat...Babies!" One of then said, revealing the Acronym.
The tingle got stronger, and thats when you saw your belly starting to bulge.
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Post by Vomica on Feb 15, 2009 23:02:49 GMT -4
No longer recognizing me as a threat, the animals pull back. Before I can sit up however, I feel as if the gravitational forces acting upon my body increase substantially. Being unaccustomed to the sensation, I stay in my laying position. It is then that I see my belly start to bubble out. Like a water coming to a boil, my stomach begins to ooze and grow with waves of fat. Literally rolling forth from my stomach, the waves of fat-i-ness spread throughout my body making me very large.
Throwing my head back onto the ground, I find that it moves far less distance then it did a moment ago. A cushion of lipids had formed on my neck. Unable to see my body now, I can still feel the process working it's magic into me. Lifting my hands in an attempt to sit up, I see that my arms are large trunk like masses, topped with sausage fingers...
Eventually rolling over, and using the momentum to sit up. I find that I had been transformed form my natural body, into that of a man of about three or four hundred pounds. As I speak, waves of motion go though my double chin and my torso. "Ah. Okay. I'm fat now...", I say confirming the powders work...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 17, 2009 4:07:55 GMT -4
"Bring the Diaper!" the leader shouted. "He is ready for it. Make sure it's stretchy!" he added.
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Post by Vomica on Feb 18, 2009 0:02:03 GMT -4
One of the smaller toys scurries off to fetch the diaper. Meanwhile, I attempt to assess my situation...
Alright. I'm now morbidly obese. Surrounded my insane and psychopathic animated toys, as well as being cut off from my bag. What was that about a diaper? That... that can't be good. There has to be a way to esca- , my thought is cut off as the toy who had left returns dragging behind it (him?) a diaper big enough for...
"Put him in it!", their leader announces, as a trio of stuffed turtles move in. I attempt to resist, but it comes out as just a mild fidget, as the lift my legs up and place the bottom half of the diaper in it. Releasing my now large like, there is an audible "boom" as they make contact with the ground. As if this was the reason for their existence the turtles throw the diaper into it's proper alignment, and then connect the tabs.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 18, 2009 2:43:54 GMT -4
"Perfect" Said the bear, as he his eyes began to glow read.
"You like this new body, don't you" he said, almost hynotically...and indeed you did, or ar least you thought you did...oh no, what was going on?!
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Post by Vomica on Feb 19, 2009 18:13:22 GMT -4
I can't physically resist, my only choice to evade his hyposis...
Is he really trying to hynotis me!? Does he know what can I mind I have? And I think he is trying to convince me to like being fat and in a diaper! Like that is ever going to happen! Huh. Perhaps he is right is can't be too ba- NO! Damn it! I'm slipping into... or perhaps I'm being hasty. He can't mess with my mind! I am too strong for that! So where did that attraction for this form come from? I can't possible like this, and he can't affect me. Crap. Either one or the other isn't true and... my mental dialogue trails off into obscurity as I nod off and reply in a tranquilized tone "I like this new body...".
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Feb 21, 2009 18:30:23 GMT -4
"Good. Good. Bring the Baby Food!" he says to one of his animal friends
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Post by Vomica on Mar 4, 2009 2:07:24 GMT -4
One of from the order of stuffed toys bound forth carrying a jar with a spoon, being not in a sound state of mind, my eyes light up as if I am starving...
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Mar 5, 2009 11:10:19 GMT -4
The started spooning what seemed to be odd mashed versions of adult foods into your mouth, and you happily ate them up.
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