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Post by michael on Jan 20, 2011 17:58:48 GMT -4
(As the Coach looked down on him in cold disappointment, Vern yawned and closed his eyes, starting to doze off. Suddenly he heard a sharp SNAP! Then came a loud THUMP, and Vern's eyes flew open once again. His gaze was greeted by an immense, multi-tiered, super decadent BIRTHDAY CAKE!! The Coach then moved over to one side so Vern could see him.) "You say you're out of energy, Vern? Well, that doesn't mean you can't keep eating! Boys?" (Suddenly all of Vern's teammates show themselves and brandish pairs of large forks from out of nowhere.) "This is the two-minute warning, Vern, you're one touchdown away from victory, and I'm not about to let you quit now!" (Vern is petrified! His Coach was going to have his teammates force-feed him into certain immobility! Vern tried to protest, but he couldn't muster the energy to let a single word fly.) "Eighty-seven, sixteen, forty-one...eight hundred ten and more, here we come! Hut! Hut! HIKE!!"
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Post by michael on Jan 20, 2011 18:38:43 GMT -4
(Back in the Weight Room, Bob and I had already finished our clothing restraints, and we moved onto either side of the bed.) "It looks like Vern's stopped growing! Let's get him secured before he wakes up!" (I wind my rope over Vern's mammoth shins, and then I take the other end of the rope and throw it as far as I can under the bed. Then I move around to the other side and tie my two ends together while you secure his chest via the same method. Once I finish my work, I step back and realize just how massive Vern is becoming. From head to feet he must be at least ten feet tall. He's still enormously fat, but fat isn't all there is to him. It's apparent to me that all that fat is sitting on a more-than generous layer of muscle.) I wonder...what exactly are we dealing with now? Once he wakes up, will these ropes hold him? I sure hope so. "Hey, Bob. I'm done on my side, how about you?"
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Post by observer on Jan 22, 2011 10:21:24 GMT -4
"Almost there." I say, securing one tie before moving on to my last. "Hopefully these won't tear. Never heard of anyone out growing clothes from this room, so I'm not sure if their magic keeps them in one piece." I said, working as fast as I could to secure my last line of clothes.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 27, 2011 16:33:03 GMT -4
Hugo showed up at the doorway and looked in.
"Something wrong, boys?" he said, not seeing who it was, only hearing voices.
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Post by michael on May 22, 2011 9:36:46 GMT -4
(My tail pricks up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice.)
*looks up, stunned* H-Huh!? Who's there?
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Post by michael on May 22, 2011 9:52:18 GMT -4
(Although Vern's dream starts to wane slightly, Vern's teammates still shove forkful after forkful of rich, decadent, thick frosting and moist, spongy, creamy cake into his mouth. Soon his gaining resumes once again, this time faster than ever before. The first tier vanishes quickly, and the second tier follows not long afterward. The Coach looks on in silent approval as feeding goes on and on.)
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Booth Scale: 756 lbs.
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Post by observer on May 23, 2011 3:58:25 GMT -4
"Nah, just keeping a problem from occurring." I say, subconciously recognizing the voice but not paying it much attention. I quickly finish off the last tie, smiling as I looked over the restraints.
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Post by michael on Jun 6, 2011 0:19:24 GMT -4
(Soon, Vern's resumed gaining catches up to him as his, now only barely covered by the bedsheets, body begins to swell anew.)
(I haven't taken notice of Vern yet because I'm too curious about our sudden companion. I get up and walk across the room, toward the door, to get a better look. I become inexplicably nervous when I see the tall, well dressed, distinguished gentleman in the doorway. My fox tail twitches to and fro as I try to greet man.)
"O-Oh...uh...H-Hello...sir?"
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