"Five hundred and twenty three! I am gonna be huge!" you say as you feel the weight start to pile on. You feel your flesh starting to move in all directions, as fat fills every area of your body. You feel your ass becoming larger, much larger, straining your pants. Your stomach is riviling your ass's growth, becoming much more than a beer belly. Your shirt rides up, and then pushes out as man boobs are growing at an alarming rate.
You look down at your fingers, which are quickly becoming so plump and juicy that you can't make a fist anymore. You feel your feet and toes doing the same thing, but your gut is in the way, so all you feel is the small rip in your shoes as the fabric of the canvas Chuck Taylors tears away from your monsterously fat feet. Your legs are like tree trunks, large and flabby, and so are your arms.
You turn and see a mirror beside the platform, and notice your face. Two double chins, and a third forming frame a chubby face that only a mother could love. You touch your face with your fat fingers and watch as ripples form, and you feel the fabulous new flesh.
The tingle stops, as does the gain. your clothes are in ruin, torn, and now on the floor. You step of the platform, and feel the new flab jiggle all over. Moments ago, you were realtivly thin, but now you are a chunky fat ass god.
you look back at the platform. You could become larger, making you fatter than anybody ever, a dream you didn't realize you had, but then again, you are sure there are other ways in the room to get larger, and most likley even more outside of the room, in the other parts of the mansion.
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