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Post by michael on Aug 4, 2010 23:59:45 GMT -4
(Vern's stomach lunges forward onto his lap, refusing to be contained in the slightest by his tank top. Now, also sporting a spare tire that could fit a jacked-up Hummer, Vern overcompensates to his forward growth with enough backward momentum to fall on his back on the overly large bed. His chest swells in front of him, beginning to block his view of his mountainous midsection. The elastic waistband on Vern's shorts is starting to strain to contain his thickening thighs and increasingly rotund rear end. He presses his plump fingers into his globular gut and admires his handiwork.) Man, I'm gettin' so HUGE!! This feels so awesome, I don't even care about checking on my mobility right now. I kinda just feel like *yawn* takin' a snooze for a bit. I'm sure I'll...still be okay...in a...couple of hours...(And with that, Vern hefted his legs onto the bed, drew his covers and drifted off to sleep.)
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Post by michael on Aug 5, 2010 0:37:36 GMT -4
(In dreamland, Vern finds himself hoisted above his fellow football players after another victory. The coach shouts up to him.) Another win for "Vern the Vacuum!" That's eight straight wins since you started packing it on, son. Whatever you're doing, keep at it!! In fact, why don't we celebrate at an all you can eat buffet place! Don't worry, I got the school to pay for it! (There were cheers all around, but none were louder than Vern's.)
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 25, 2010 11:19:36 GMT -4
The dream seemed so real that Vern started to think it was...
Soon the buffet loomed in the distance, and Vern's stomach growled.
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Post by michael on Aug 27, 2010 1:06:53 GMT -4
(Soon, they arrived at the restaurant, "Dangerous Desserts - All You Can Eat Buffet." Vern found himself almost in awe of the massive building. They entered the building, and they were greeted by the host.) Welcome to "Dangerous Desserts," and how many are we serving today?
Just one. (Vern's teammates cast shocked looks at the Coach for his statement. He soon continued.) Boys, Vern here seems to have stumbled onto a way get more powerful the bigger he gets, so what we're gonna do today is help that little gift of his along by helping him get as big as humanly possible, and then some! No other team in the league, no the WORLD, will stand a CHANCE against us with THAT kind of advantage!! (A raucous cheer erupted from the testosterone-fueled teens, especially Vern.) NOW! You boys are gonna form a buffet-style bucket brigade to get as much of their best dishes to Vern's table as fast as possible while it'll be Vern's job to plow through each plate set before him. Make sure you grab a variety of desserts so that we can find out what's gonna fatten Vern up the fastest. Vern! You're with me, the table's this way! Now, let's GO! GO! GO!
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Aug 29, 2010 14:57:02 GMT -4
"The team cheered you on as you found your way to the table. This was going to be interesting.
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Post by michael on Aug 29, 2010 18:25:06 GMT -4
(The coach led Vern over to a special-looking booth. It appeared to be made out of a solid piece of steel. The coach motioned for Vern to sit down. The booth chair was positively huge! Vern's chunky legs weren't even hanging over the edge of it, and the backrest rose about half of a foot above Vern's head. At least the table was still in reach.) Vern, this is what is known in this establishment as the Gainer's Challenge Booth. The challenge is for a customer to try to gain at least five hundred pounds in one sitting and still be able to walk out the door. If you win, you can eat here free for the rest of your life, but if you lose, you have to serve here as a tourist attraction until you lose enough weight to be mobile again. But don't worry! I have full confidence in your new ability to get stronger as you get bigger, so this challenge will be a snap! Enjoy yourself, Vern, and get ready, 'cause here they come!! (The first of Vern's teammates was heading his way with a plate piled high with frosted brownies, and Vern knew he was gonna be in it for the long haul.)
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Booth Scale: 310 lbs.
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Post by michael on Aug 30, 2010 16:36:19 GMT -4
(Once his teammate set the plate down, Vern went to work. He shoves brownie after brownie into his mouth as his coach yells out encouragement. Five of the fattening chunks of chocolate confection pass between his lips. Then seven. Then ten. In less than a minute the plate is empty, and the next teammate arrives, this time with an entire chocolate-cherry-cream pie! While Vern chows down, downing bite after loaded bite of pie, his body starts catching up with his gluttony. His stomach is now swelling past his knees, and his chest thickens up further as well. His arms and legs also continue to fill up with fat as his expanding rear end starts pushing him closer to the table. The pie plate is now clean, and the next teammate brings in a massive sundae topped with every scrumptious topping imaginable. Vern is now three courses in, and he's showing no signs of slowing down.
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Booth Scale: 347 lbs.
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Post by michael on Sept 3, 2010 10:53:13 GMT -4
(Using the two oversize spoons provided, Vern tears right into the sundae before him, decimates it in a minute and takes care of the rest soon after. The plethora of toppings seem to enhance his gains because by the time the next dish, a whole, decadent chocolate-caramel Bundt cake, arrives Vern's plumping rump has gotten large enough to allow his legs to hang over the edge of the seat. Vern's expanding mound of a midsection also has fattened up enough to force his legs to spread apart, and, even then, they're big enough around to touch each other underneath it. Vern plows through the cake as his chest, arms and face puff up even more. He doesn't stop for anything, and his body doesn't stop growing.)
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Booth Scale: 398 lbs.
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Post by michael on Sept 3, 2010 21:21:59 GMT -4
(Back in the Weight Room, Vern is sleeping soundly, but his body is not quite so peaceful. Every pound he's been gaining in his dream has also appeared on his body in real life, and something else is happening as well. The taffy Vern ate is making sure that his body can handle all of that excess adipose tissue by lengthening his limbs and strengthening his muscles. If he were standing right now, he would be approximately four inches taller than when he first arrived at the mansion, and his height and bulk continue to increase along with his weight.)
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Booth Scale: 422 lbs.
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Post by observer on Sept 3, 2010 23:21:47 GMT -4
I come skidding to a stop as Michael and I stop outside the weight room. "*huff* He should be *huff* in here." I say, catching my breath.
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Post by michael on Oct 4, 2010 18:10:23 GMT -4
(Right after Bob opens the door I enter the room and start looking around.) Well, this looks like it's the right-WHOA!!
(My eyes rested on the resting form of Vern on the bed, all four hundred and thirty-some-odd pounds of him. I'm stunned speechless for a moment before my curiosity brings a question to my lips.) Hey, Bob, if this is the "Weight Room," then why aren't there any dumbbells or barbells any sort of exercise equipment here?
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Back in Vern's dream, the bundt cake is now a mere memory as Vern has moved on to bigger, more fattening things. It seems that one of his teammates was able to bribe one of the bakers to let him take an entire buffet basin filled with thick white chocolate pudding. Brandishing the spoons once again, Vern digs in. Pudding gets smeared all over his face as he practically inhales the viscous dairy delight.
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Booth Scale: 461 lbs.
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Post by observer on Oct 5, 2010 7:20:54 GMT -4
I start to laugh a bit as I catch my breath. "Lots of people think that this room is like any other weight room, even Jess the first time she came to the mansion. The 'weight' in weight room here doesn't mean lifting weights, it means the weight of your body." I say, partly surprised at the size of Vern's body. "Looks like he's been eating a lot."
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Post by michael on Oct 5, 2010 15:05:26 GMT -4
*startled at this revelation* Wait, seriously? Then, that really is Vern on that bed, there? (I tilt my head, and my left fox ear lowers to one side.) Interesting. This isn't quite as bad as I thought. It might actually be better than I could've imagined! That power-hungry fear monger is finally getting what's coming to him!
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Post by observer on Oct 5, 2010 15:26:12 GMT -4
"Maybe." I said. "But we should see about getting him back to normal just the same."
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Post by michael on Oct 5, 2010 15:40:57 GMT -4
(Vern, on the other hand, wouldn't stop eating if his life depended on it. His table was now being cleared for the next course, the pudding basin having just been licked clean. His growth picked up more speed with this new addition, and Vern realized that he was now pinned between his chair and the table. He's gained almost 200 lbs. since he sat down, and he's already immobilized by the booth.) Hey, Coach. I'm stuck!
(The coach was quick to reassure Vern that everything was under control.) Don't worry none, son! The table gets retracted after you finish your meal. So buck up, and dig into your next course!
(This helped put Vern's mind at ease, and he tore into the massive plate of over-sized, custard-stuffed, butter cream-frosted doughnuts with reckless abandon.)
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Booth Scale: 503 lbs.
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