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Chapter #6
Growing Boy
by: Unknown
As you suck, you notice how great the taste is. Like the plushie, its completly addictive. You can't stop sucking. You can't even notice the fat building up on you. Your sweeling like a balloon. Your belly is expanding fas. Your quickly turning into a fatass. Your second chin builds up and your face plumps up and your legs thicken to the point they touch each other while you stand there. Man boobs come out of your chest.
The bottle runs dry but your still hungry. You grab the mushed pizza. It tastes wonderful. You slop it down in a matter of seconds. Everything in the fridge comes to your attention. The mushed tacos, Mcdonalds, brownies. Each is delicous and addictive. You devoure each jar like your life deppended on it. One tenth of every thing you down lands on your face or neck. The fridge runs out of food and you come out of your trans.
You really are a lard ball. Your Belly stands out way in front of you. Your face looks like a complete ball. A second chin is pronounced against your b-cup man boobs. Your attempt to look down at your legs is thwarted by your huge chin and breasts and belly. Trying to reach down is worthless, your arms are so fat that they bounce against your flanks when they're down. There's a mirror in the room, one of the baby one with all the little toys on the border. You have to waddle over like he had just learned to walk, and your legs are just that big. Your lard is complimented by the mess of mushed food thats all over your face.
Another try on the door shows it to be stuck still. What now?
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