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Post by michael on Oct 5, 2010 15:44:21 GMT -4
(I start to feel a little guilty about my actions, and my ears and tail droop. Then I notice something strange. Vern is still getting bigger in his sleep.) *slightly worried again* Uh, Bob? What do you know about that bed? Is it special or something?
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Post by observer on Oct 5, 2010 15:52:09 GMT -4
"Crud, that bed is cursed." I said, a bit worried as I remembered what it had done to Jess. "The bigger he grows in his dream, the bigger he really will grow. Until the bed is done with him, he'll sleep and grow bigger."
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Post by michael on Oct 6, 2010 14:30:14 GMT -4
That sounds bad...and Vern's the kind of guy who wants to get huge in the first place, so either he's doing this willingly, or somebody's tricked him. Honestly, knowing what kind of guy he is, it could've gone either way. (My tail twitches back and forth while I'm contemplating the situation.)
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(Vern's growing pecs sagged onto the table, and his increasingly massive stomach flowed over his knees as he continued to devour the delicious morsels of pastry confection before him. Once the plate has been cleaned it is replaced by the next plate, and Vern didn't even bother to identify it before it too was devoured. There seemed to be no stopping this appetite of his, and his figure only had more to suffer.
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Booth Scale: 549 lbs.
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Post by observer on Oct 6, 2010 14:53:46 GMT -4
I start looking around the room. "If he's as power hungry as you say he is, we better tie him down before he wakes up. Last thing we need is him causing problems around here." I say, worried about the bed possibly not having a mental effect on him.
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Post by michael on Oct 6, 2010 20:13:50 GMT -4
Good idea! *starts looking around* Uhhh...uhhh...h-h-how about the clothes in the closet? We could tie them together and then tie Vern to the bed with them! *says the guy who is still mostly unaware of the room's purpose*
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Post by observer on Oct 6, 2010 23:32:54 GMT -4
I wonder if that's such a good idea, but with nothing else around to tie Vern down it seems like the only idea. "Alright, but be careful. Things are never as they seem here." I say.
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Post by michael on Oct 8, 2010 1:00:09 GMT -4
(I grab as many garments as I can off their hangers, and then I dump them in a pile in the center of the room. Then I go back for more. Once I've cleaned out the enclosure of clothes, I sit down next to the pile and motion for you to take the other side. Then I relay my plan.) Okay, to make the strongest restraints possible from these garments, we need to twist them up good and tight before we do any knot-tying. Then we'll tie the garments together end to end using square knots for maximum hold. We'll need to bind both his arms and his legs, so we'll need two ropes at least. *picks up a button-up shirt and notices how absolutely HUGE it is* Well, at least we've got plenty of fabric to work with!
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Post by michael on Oct 8, 2010 1:19:51 GMT -4
(Vern, on the other hand, is definitely on the road to being big enough to burst those buttons right off as he finishes his eighth course of desert and moves onto his ninth, the buffet's entire stock of cookies. Every variety imaginable was present, and Vern couldn't even see the coach over the crest of the pile. Vern went to work, but, after twenty minutes of cramming cookie after cookie into his mouth, he started to feel a little winded. He'd only reduced the size of the pile by about 30%, and he was sure he was still hungry, but he just can't brush off the feeling of fatigue. His coach noticed immediately, and began shouting encouragement.) C'MON, VERN, YOU CAN'T BE TIRED YET! YOU'RE JUST PAST HALFWAY THERE!! SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK, VERNON!!! ARE-YOU-WEAK?!?!?!
(Vern restrengthened his resolve and shouted his reply between mouthfuls.) SIR! *chew* NO!! *gulp* SIR!!!
THAT'S WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR!!! NOW! We've got time for one more course, and then, that's all she wrote, but you've gotta get through this mountain first, Vernon! We'll show those chefs who's boss, won't we, boys!?
SIR! YES, SIR!
(About half of the cookies remain now, and Vern's eating is starting to, ever so slightly, lose speed. He's determined to pull through for his coach and his team, though; nothing is going to get in his way.)
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Booth Scale: 606 lbs.
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Post by observer on Oct 8, 2010 10:49:59 GMT -4
I grab a pair of sweats and begin twisting them. "Yeah. If there's one advantage to this room, it's that the clothes are real big."
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Post by michael on Dec 27, 2010 15:46:03 GMT -4
(Two races. One room. Bob and I raced to finish our clothes ropes to successfully tie down Vern, while Vern himself raced against his own increasing fatigue to finish the diminishing collection of cookies. In the five minutes that passed next, Bob and I each managed to tie six garments together and were each working on our respective seventh link, and Vern managed to reduce the amount of delicious bakery goods on his plate to one tenth of its original size while his coach and his team cheered and egged him on. Suddenly, in a rush of adrenaline, Vern picked up the plate with his big-around-as-beach-balls-arms and dumped the remaining cookies into his mouth, then chewing and swallowing them all in one gulp! The crowd of teammates and onlookers erupted in a raucous shout, and Vern's body erupted further larger as it started processing the beginning of the course he just finished.)
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Booth Scale: 671 lbs.
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Post by michael on Dec 27, 2010 16:05:01 GMT -4
(The Coach put his right hand approvingly on Vern's shoulder, and he silenced the throng with a raise of his left.)
"Everybody, we're seeing history being made, today! Vern's got one more course to go, and he's not stopping till he polishes that one off, too!"
(Then, to the surprise of everyone present, Vern's body starts to slump down in the booth. A round of gasps fills the room with silence. Vern sat there for all of the next five minutes, panting while his body continued to grow layer after layer of fat. The coach turned to Vern, and stared him in the eyes as best he could.)
"Vern, you're not done. Sit back up, your final course is almost here."
"Coach...I'm...I'm..........
...I'm out. I'm out of breath. I'm out of steam. Finishing that last plate darn near tuckered me out completely. I'm done."
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Booth Scale: 710 lbs.
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Post by observer on Dec 27, 2010 16:44:17 GMT -4
I looked over my shoulder to see Vern's growth slowing a bit. "Better pick up the pace, he's almost done growing." I said, trying to work faster. I didn't notice as Michael & I were starting to look a bit snug in our clothes, the magic from the clothes starting to take effect.
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Post by michael on Dec 28, 2010 0:44:25 GMT -4
(While normally, the clothes' magic worked only while the user was wearing them, having so many in such a huge pile and being in repeated contact with them while we were tying them together must have caused some of the effects to rub off on us, if only by a minimal amount over time. However, it wasn't enough on either of us to get my attention off my task. I nod in response to you.) "Yeah...uh, hey, I've got *counts links* ten things tied together here; that's a good round number, do you think it'll be enough?"
(I lift up my rope for you to examine.)
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Post by michael on Dec 28, 2010 1:14:44 GMT -4
(The Coach glared at Vern, rage building in his eyes; then, suddenly, it vanished. He closed his eyes, tipped his head forward, rested his right elbow in his left hand and wagged his right index finger like a metronome.) "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Vernon. *Vern looks up* You're slipping, Vernon. You can get back on track. This last course will definitely put you over the top, then you can just walk out of here, and you'll be a hero. You want to be a hero, right, Vernon?"
(Vern was feeling the pressure in more ways than one. The tension was almost as thick as he was as his gaining wavered, pulsed slightly and then slowed to a stop.) "I...don't like saying this, Coach, but I'm really done. I know that if I stop now, I won't be able to leave until I can walk again, but, seriously, I don't even have the energy to lift my arms anymore. If I wasn't so tired, then, sure, I'd finish. *yawns* I just...don't...have any...energy left."
(Vern's eyes plead with his coach to just let him rest, but, deep down, Vern worried. This was the coach that never backed down, this was the coach that always had a plan for victory and this was the coach that, even after getting hit by a car, ordered the hospital staff to carry his stretcher to the field so he could lead his team to a come-from-behind win. Vern didn't know what to think, and, for once in his life, he was scared. Vern was afraid to find out what the "Coach King of Comebacks" was thinking when Vern saw that all-too-familiar twinkle in his eye.)
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Booth Scale: 722 lbs.
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Post by observer on Dec 28, 2010 5:04:28 GMT -4
"Lets hope so." I said, quickly finishing of my tenth link. I look at Michael's links before checking my own. "Good there all nice and tight."
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