Chances are she has something planned if I just spit out the sweets. Falco thought to himself while walking his way through the liquid chocolate. Ugh. I don't even like candy.
With that he started eating. The first obstacle was pretty simple, just a net made out of various flavors of cotton candy. He got through that easily enough, a few tufts of cotton candy still stuck to his beak. He also noticed that the chocolate seemed to stop pumping once he started to eat. What started as a death trap became an ankle deep annoyance.
The next obstacle was a bit more complicated. Just one long, blanket like, sheet of taffy suspended at perfect height for his mouth. No matter how much he ducked down, even when he tried crawling on his belly (all that managed to do was get his front half completely covered in chocolate). So he simply walked through while eating the taffy. It harder to eat than the cotton candy, but at least it didn't taste bad. Now I feel like I should've tried candy before this, it's not that bad. Falco thought to himself while chewing, or at least the closest you can get to it with a beak, the taffy. Eventually he was through.
The penultimate obstacle was just a large pile of assorted sweets stacked in front of a door. "What, did your budget run out or something?" He asked. When no response came he just started eating, at firs taking one at a time but eventually started going for two or three. To get through it faster is what he told himself. He didn't realize he ate enough to get to the door so he actually ended up eating a few dozen extra pieces.
The door itself was just a simple wooden door. The first problem came with trying to open it as his hands were still bound together. He tried to use his beak but found the knob came off the door. He dropped it on the ground before realizing that, of course, the door was edible. He started eating the door at first only going for the bottom half so he could just crawl through, but when he got to the last fifth of the door it went from chocolate to wood, meaning he was going to have to eat more than he planned. He cursed at his captor and then continued to eat the rest of the door, he never stopped to check if he had eaten enough to get through, almost as if he was compelled to eat the chocolate. Eventually he finished the door, blushing at his own act of gluttony he stepped through.
Surprisingly it wasn't an exit. The new room was a simple metallic gray with a black door, two mirrors and two rectangular LED screens attached to the wall above the mirrors. Falco didn't have time to be confused before a red number appeared on the LED above the left mirror. 138. "One thirty eight...that's my weight." Falco said to no one in particular. The mirror below suddenly had an image on it, an image of Falco, still naked and looking the same as when he first woke up. Eventually curiosity got the best of him and he stepped in front of the right mirror, his reflection stepping into frame with him. He heard a beep and looked up to see a green number had appeared on this LED screen. It read 151. "One hundred and fifty one...wait. Did I gain thirteen pounds from that?!" He shouted suddenly looking at his two reflections more closely. While it wasn't immediately noticeable the right reflection had much less muscle definition then the left one.
"Oh Falco, good to see you're listening to your dietician!" The voice of Kat rang out inside of the room.
"Just shut up and let me go, I did your dumb trial, I've reached a bigger potential as you put it!" Falco responded angrily.
Kat laughed in response. "Oh honey, you haven't even started." She stated with a dreamy sigh. "Now I have one question for you; Tits or Ass?" She said completely seriously.
"Excuse me?" Was all Falco could reply.
"Do you prefer a woman's top half or her bottom half?" She stated more eloquently.
"Uhhh..."