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No escaping... except reality

After last nights work out, your greatest enemies are sleep and dehydration. You should have grabbed some water from a sink or something, because you don't trust the glass in front of you. All the while, Rick is watching you, waiting for any opportunity, whispering words of encouragement to try coax you into his way of thinking. And you really need some water.

"Um, I need to use the bathroom." you say, and struggle onto your feet, wondering if Rick will stop you. "Second door on the left." he says, not bothering to stop you as you waddle that way. The spacious inner design prevent you from having much trouble reaching the door, or getting through it. It is a regular guest bathroom, but the size of a masters, giving plenty of maneuverability room in spite of your huge body. You turn on a tap and begin drinking, sure to get your fill, feeling refreshed as you make your way back along the hall... of... twinkies?

The room seems to be spinning again, warping. Did Rick spike the water in the pipes as well? You see him coming towards you, when he suddenly looks like Albert. "You poor hungry thing, look at you, all skin and bones," he says, as he helps you sit down on the plush beanbag. You see your hands withering down into bone like thin-ness, gasping. "Have some pudding," he says, putting it in front of you.

'eat' 'bigger is better' 'love your bigger self'

No, this is the drugs, not real, you say to yourself. "Come on, you got to eat something before you fall apart," Albert says. You look and see yourself getting even thinner. Feeling your bony cheeks, you start feeling lightheaded, and not wanting to pass out, you take a bite of pudding. There is an explosion of flavor, and rainbows spin about you, and suddenly you are not thin anymore, huge and soft again, as you take another bite, and another, as you float in blissful warmth of your body.

'eat more' 'always room for pudding' 'being big is the best'

"Being... big... is..." you start, when a stomach cramp hits you. You feel yourself jolt back to reality, panting as your overstuffed stomach groans in discomfort. "N...no... you say, tasting pudding. He almost had you, you were starting to like yourself big, soft, warm.... no, that's the drugs, keep focused. "Come on, we're so close," says Rick, "You really can let go and enjoy yourself."

"No..." you say, "I... don't... want..." you say, struggling to get the words out, "This!" you push the pudding away , off your stomach and onto the floor.

"Well, that wasn't very nice, chocolate is so hard to get out." says Rick in a hurt but cordial way. "But suit yourself, I'm going to go out for a bit, I've left plenty for you, so when you finally feel like changing your mind..." he says, and goes over to the door, locking it behind him as you struggle to get up again. Your stomach feels painfully tight, moving hurts, and finally you have to collapse back, rubbing at your stomach to try and relieve the ache. Even as you do, you feel so much please from the sensation, your so big, and soft, so cuddly and... No.. get that out of your head. He's getting to you. If Fred and Albert don't get here soon, you'll be too far gone.

Eventually your stomach begins to settle as the excess content is digested away, and you can breath easy again, wobbling as you shift your bulk forward. As you slide off, you feel your stomach bounce off the ground as you get to your feet. You try and see around it, but your bloated sides and rear have eclipsed your legs on all sides. The only thing you can detect is when you take a step and feel the resistance of your stomach against your legs, and your belly bouncing off your feet and the ground. You look back at the gym, thinking you should work out some more, it's getting harder to move, and your now having to fight the resistance of your own body. But the problem is you'll get dehydrated again and the water isn't safe to drink. What to do?


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