"Hmmph." The gruff voice humphed again.
You turn your head with struggle to see what is talking to you.
You are greeted with a big furry belly dangling over you.
You examine the source of the stomach and you see remnants of a face above the gut.
In front of you, stands a 400 pound seemingly warrior arctic fox girl. Her very tight-fitting cargo boots are close to stepping on your head. But her face, she was oddly majestic. Her long white-blonde hair was clipped with beads and such, the rest of her body was the same white fur. Her two very chubby arms rest on her hips in a judging manner. Not to mention the putrid smell emulating from off of her brown ripped clothing. Her pants and shirt had either massive tears or plentiful grease/sweat stains coating them.
"Can I help you?" You reply to the fat fox-woman.
"Sure you can," The white-furred hunter replied, offering a hand."You can get up." She let go of your hand and watched you while you're squirming around on the floor, helpless.
"Did you do this to me?!" You mutter while you're stuck on your back.
"No, I wouldn't of. No one wants to be an ugly, fat, smelly beast." She growled somewhat grudgingly.
"Do you know who did?!" You grumble.
"If I did, we'd all be on a rampage right now, and I wouldn't be helping you."
"Helping?! You're just standing there, tormenting me!"
"Exactly, helping." Her voice was somewhat monotone yet smooth and silky, the unknown fox-lady sits on a nearby bench.
"Can you help me up now?!" You shriek. The fox rolls her eyes and decides to help you up again, this time not letting go of your hand like last time.
You stumble to your feet, you can barley move at all, your big belly is scraping the ground and almost causing a flood. You feel your butt pushing against the confinement you escaped from.
"You've gotten too big already...at this rate, you'll be a goner in no-time, not to mention a whale." The fox scoffed.
You try to speak but so many emotions cluster your mind it's hard for you to even make noise.
"You see, in each area of the containment breech, there are weight limits, meaning you can only get so big until you touch the ceiling, and when you touch the ceiling...it's game-over, they shock you dead. Since your BT-3...you're weight-limit for this room is...1,000lbs. Very small room, very small weight limits..."
"Are you kidding me?! That's a ton! That's huge!" You frightfully reply.
"Nope, not for this place it isn't. Those packages of maximum fattening foods tricked you, you were supposed to save them, not eat them. Before you ask, Cow Fat and Whale Bites are both kinda the 'medicine' here...You hafta take them constantly otherwise you go insane and become a 'four-y'. When you take them, they add the pounds massively...making each challenge harder and more difficult."
"What's a fourie!? What's BT-3?! Challenges?! WHAT'S GOING ON?!" You are terrified, beyond terrified, your gonna spend the rat of your life here, and as a fat bear!
"Hell, that's what's going on. There are three areas till you supposedly complete the 'game' and I think you turn back when you complete it. Each area is HUGE in size and for a reason, to keep you from obtaining your normal body again. They are called the three 'G's. Gaining, Gorging, and Gas. Since you seem lost, I'll help you, BUT only for one area. No one has made it past the first one so far. We will become a team. By the way...the name's Grista..."
And just like that, Grista handed you some 'medicine' and the two of you were off.
(What's the first area?)
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