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Down the rabbit hole

The tingling sensation increases. "Finally," you think, "I'll be thin again." You watch your gut, filled with a new sense of hope. Then your hopes are dashed to pieces. Your stomach starts to grow again.

"NNOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" you scream, but it's no use ... you're becoming fatter. Your already tight clothing tightens even more, as new fat causes your torso to billow outward. You suddenly hear a RRRRRIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPP, and your shirt rips at the seams, allowing your shoulders and chest to expand greatly. The pressure around your lower regions grows and grows, until, without warning, your shorts explode off. The force of it causes you to falter. You try to regain balance, but your growing weight has ruined your sense of balance, and you topple backwards, your extra flesh flying in all directions. The impact causes all the pictures on the wall to crash to the floor.

You try to get up, but your growing girth pins you to the ground. You feel sick ... you can actually feel the fat accumulating around you. You feel your legs lift off the ground, as your rump swells with fatty calories, only to return to the ground, as they, too, grow full of blubber. You quickly attempt to roll to one side, hoping to gain enough momentum to get all the way over, but soon you find you are losing ground. Soon all your strength cannot move you an inch. You watch, helpless as the horizon of your belly rises, blocking the view of the office. You are trapped in your gelatinous prison of a body.

Suddenly, you see a face ... it's the man. He's smiling, in fact, he's laughing. Suddenly, he reaches for his face, and pulls it back. A mask, and and the person underneath it is revealed to be...


Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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