King Sized Sloth

Your slowed reaction gives you plenty of time to look at the TV, in it reflected the room, the bed and you. Suddenly the is a creak from the bed, and you feel yourself sink into it, as well as your arms suddenly feel very heavy. You suddenly see a number of huge spheres rise up and feel your head lock somewhat into place as pressure forms around it. Your slowed reaction let you look at yourself slowly, and you see an expanse of your shirt obscuring your view even more then usual. As you turn, you see yourself filling up the bed, a king size, your belly having expanded to the edges, your head cradled between two chest mounds and tires of fat forming chins and rolls around your head.

You finally take in the breath to scream, yet another slowed reaction, when another crack sounds, and your breath is lost as the frame of the bed collapses, and you drop vertically, the weight on you forcing all the air out before you can make a peep. Fred and Albert run in, before you can even attempt to try again.

"WHAT!?, they've got to be here!" says Albert, "Quick, check the cameras!" the two run out as you start slow screaming, stuck gazing at your gelatinous body, big enough to be a bed itself. Strangely enough, your cloths have also grown rather the ripping, leaving you in a tent sized shirt that still doesn't cover your belly, and too tight shorts that could fit a family of ten. All the while Fred and Albert check for whomever has done this...

Written by an anonymous author

They find no one.

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