John was heading up the stairs. According to the blueprints of the overlord's castle, he was approaching the kitchen.
But it was then that he staggered, feeling fatigue for some reason, his armor feeling a bit snug on him all the sudden. He shook his head thinking nothing of it.
Entering the kitchen, he was met with a startling sight. The kitchen pretty well stocked with many food accessories as well occupants. The occupants didn't notice their new guest as they were stuffing their fat faces.
John was confused. Why weren't they attacking him or sounding any alarm? They had clearly noticed him. Why weren't they doing anything? Cautiously, John sneaked around them, even though they did not care.
He tucked at his tight armor and was just about to leave when it hit him: the scent of food. Glorious food. It made his taste buds go wild and he found himself drooling.
He turned back to the kitchen. Though, he tried his best to resist, telling himself to flee, he walked to the nearest counter, which had the biggest chocolate cake John had ever seen on it.
No one cared as he dove his fingers into it, grabbing handfuls of the delicious treat. He began to stuff his face, icing smearing his chubby cheeks and snout.
He did not notice himself swelling bigger, his armor popping off....
As pieces of his armor started to pop off, he tried to stop eating to investigate, but the cake was so sweet and delicious than anything he ever ate. He simply had to finish it!
And finish that steamy pile of ribs drench in mouth watering sauces as well. Aaand maybe that large stack of pies too, perhaps.
As he continued his mindless binge, the remaining armor pieces fell off in audible pops, leaving John in nothing but a stretch undergarments containing his swelling bulk. The other occupants waddle out a while ago, receiving orders from their master to carry them out.
By the time the last piece of juicy food went down his gullet, John snapped out of it.
And he notice how big he was. He was way past obese. He was morbidly so. His belly hung well over his waist, a doughy ball of flesh that gurgled loudly. He could feel his underwear straining across his broad hips and fat butt, his nipples on his flabby moobs painfully erect for some reason.
John panicked and ran.....well, waddled as fast as he could, wanting nothing more but to get away from this cursed kitchen.
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