"I dropped the antidote, and it broke." Replied Sam.
"Really, well that's really bad because I don't have anymore!" Said a shocked Merlin.
"What?" Said Sam with a dull 'you have to be joking tone.
"You heard me, I don't have anymore."
"Well can't you make more?"
"Not as of now, you need a sample of the potion used for the gain to make the antidote, and you downed my last bottle yesterday! It'll take me at least a day to brew the potion you used for the gain, and another day or two to make the antidote! You sure had rotten timing to have butterfingers."
As Merlin explained the ordeal to Sam, he slipped into a stupor, making calculations in his head. When he was done he said aloud,
"I weigh 525 now and it's 10 o'clock, that leaves 210 pounds for the rest of today, 360 pounds for tomorrow, and another 360 pounds for the day after that. Oh my God, that would make me exactly 1,455 pounds! Not counting my food intake, which would probably put me over 1,500 pounds!"
"That would be precisely correct, Sam." Added Merlin.
"But I only wanted to be about 600 pounds!" Shouted Sam. "Now I'll be more than double that! I wouldn't even be able to move!"
"That's the beauty of Testosterton, nobody would care! You would be considered wonderful and sexy at that weight, although not many people weigh that much here."
"Can't you reverse it later, you do have magic."
"That's the thing, because Testosterton is a place for fat people, we haven't exactly done much research on weight loss magic, since nobody wants to lose any weight. So if I did try something like that, I couldn't guarantee that it would work well, or even at all!"
"Could you at least try something, I just got here, I want to enjoy the city, not be completely immobile."
"I'll do my best, but don't get your hopes up. Just make sure though that you stay in your room until I get this thing finished, we don't want you getting so fat that you can't move in the middle of the city!"
Sam turned around once more, his belly jiggling along as it whipped around his sides. He thought he would go up to his room to kill time, he approached his bedroom door and walked inside. He sat down in a gigantic chair and watched as his belly rolled to the end of his knees. As he watched his belly rest on the brink of teetering, 11 o'clock rolled around and Sam gained another 15 pounds, making his teetering gut topple over the edge of his knees, pushing his total to 540 pounds. Now that he promised he wouldn't leave his room he had time to sit and think about what it would be like to be that fat. He remembered what Merlin had said,
"You would be considered wonderful and sexy at that weight!"
That kept playing over and over in Sam's mind, he grabbed his soft belly with both hands and felt how warm and soft it was. He was really starting to incredibly enjoy his growing girth! He moved his hands up to his plump breasts and began squeezing those as well, feeling how they wrapped around his sides like blankets. He felt so secure and safe within his jiggly padding, he loved it even more than he could have imagined! He was becoming aroused by focusing his attention on his fat, he was also starting to feel very hungry. He turned to his feeding tables and began gorging on all the food that resided there, shoving handfuls of any food he could grab into his eager mouth, actually wanting to become fatter. 3 Hours passed as Sam devoured all the food like a hog! From eating all the food and Merlin's spell, Sam weighed in at an even 600 pounds. He patted his belly, which now hung between his legs, and sent pleasuring ripples througout his chubby body. As Sam was enjoying his peaceful bliss, a knock was heard at the door, and without waiting for an answer, Merlin comes through the door.
"Hey, I'm sorry to barge in like that. I just found a bottle of the antidote that I didn't even know that I had! I notice now that your weight is 600 pounds, right where you wanted it to be. If you take this now you could be like you wanted."
Sam thought for a while about the ordeal, should he stay at 600 pounds and stay mobile, or should he push it to max limits and be one of the fattest people in Testosterton? He was enjoying how fat he was already, should he take the antidote and stop at 600 pounds, or should he refuse the antidote and get really big?
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