"Yeah, I think I'll have some of that fat fudge cake." you told the chef, assuming that the cake was named that way because of the amount of chocolate in it.
"Coming right up, and since you're my first customer for the day, it's on the house" he said while grabbing the small cake.
"Really?" you said surprised, "Thanks a lot, I appreciate that."
"Don't mention it kid. I should warn you though, this cake has had some strange side effects for different people."
"That shouldn't be a problem, my stomach can take on anything" you laughed as you grabbed the cake and walked over to a table. However, stomach problems wasn't really the side effects the chef was talking about.
You sat at a table, grabbed a fork and got ready to chow down, not knowing that this may be one of the biggest mistakes you've ever made.
You took a bite, and the taste was amazing. So you took another bite...and another...and another....
"Oh wow, this tastes amazing" you said to the chef. The taste of the cake was so amazing, it was like nothing you've ever tasted before. It was also addicting. You felt a grumbling in your stomach and looked down as you saw it plump out a little bit. You were in shock as to what just happened.
"That's the magic of my fat fudge cake kid, you gain a few pounds with every bite" said the smiling chef, answering the question in your head.
"What? I don't want to gain weight.....but...it's...it tastes so good" you moaned as you licked your lips and took another bite. Your body starts to shake with the transformation, making you new weight about 190 pounds, 40 pounds heavier before you walked into the mall. You take another bite as your body thickens even more. More fat flows beneath your skin as it expands.
"Oh God, I'm going to be huge if I don't stop this...but....I..I can't." You shove another bite into your mouth, causing you to grow even bigger. Your belly grows forward, about ready to push itself off of your legs as your shirt rips off completely. Your thighs thicken more as your ass expands out of your pants and over the chair, which is magically supporting your weight.
You must be no more than 270 pounds. Realizing this, you push the plate away not wanting any more of this experience, but your effort quickly comes to an end as you lean over and grab the plate and set it back in front of you.
"Hmmm, maybe I put more fattening mix into that cake than I usually do" the chef said to himself. He knew that you shouldn't have weighed this much by what you've eaten so far, and you're not even finished with most of the cake.
You shove pieces of cake down into your mouth bite after bite after bite, moaning with each bite as the fat begins to build up. This makes your current weight 360 pounds. Your ass continues to grow bigger, it's now bigger that the seat. Your thighs are now like tree trunks. Your belly starts to sag over your knees, and with the size of your man-boobs, you could easily be mistaken for a woman with them. However, you don't even care. Your mind is lost to the addicting taste of the cake.
"I'm so damn fat! I need to stop! I need to stop!" you tell yourself. It's so difficult to you that you almost begin to cry. You make one last attempt to stand up and walk away, but you're so heavy that you're struggling. You sit back down and relax and decide that the situation is impossible. You decide to surrender to the cake and begin eating even more. Now you don't even try to resist it.
More pounds grow onto your obese body and you eat the cake bite after bite. If your friends saw you like this, they wouldn't even recognize you. You continue to eat...and eat...and eat...and..you look down at your plate and find that the cake is gone. You've eaten the whole thing, and this nightmare seems to be over.
You look at yourself and now realize how huge you've really gotten. From all your clothes, your boxers are the only thing that somehow managed to stay on, even though they're a little ripped. Your ass has gotten so huge along with your thighs that it might be impossible to walk. With your massive plumped fingers, you feel your gigantic stomach and your flabby man-boobs rest on top of it. Your face is so puffed up, and you have an double chin which may grow into a third. You're so big that you need help to get yourself out of the chair. If someone put you on a scale, it would state that you now weigh about 438 pounds.
You just sat there all fat and flabby, not knowing what to do now. What could you do? You just gained 288 pounds from one meal! You couldn't even know that this would even be possible. You sit there trying to figure out what to do next as you unexpectedly let out a small fart. You look up when you see the chef come out from behind the counter and walk up toward you.
"Hey kid, do you need help getting up? I could help ya" he asked, trying to cheer you up.
"Not right now, I feel too lazy to do anything right now. I just need to sit here and figure out what to do" you replied.
The chef walked over to the other side of the table and sat down. "Listen kid, I should have told you this before, but this is the mall of transformation. Everything here is designed to change your body in some way. Every treat in my bakery has a different effect. What just happened was kinda my fault. The cake's ingredients are designed for you to only gain at the most 100 pounds. My guess is my assistant had other plans when I had my back turned. Now I have a ton of food that's designed to lose weight instead of gain. I also have an extra set of clothes in the back in case of events like this. So, what do you say?"
Of course, if stuff like this makes you gain weight then there must be things to lose it. "Thank you sir. I feel a lot better now. I think I'll.....I'll...." I tingling sensation went through your mind. This has to be the side effect the man was talking about. You had a strong feeling. But what was it? | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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