This choice: …arrives at the fattening resort. • Go Back...Chapter #5…arrives at the fattening resort. by: Unknown Stepping out of the bus, I could see that the resort looked almost exactly like it did in the flyer; a sleek, tall building surrounded by trees and glass domes. With luck, the service would be the same as foretold.
Many years ago, what'd started out as a freak lab experiment exploded into one of the most bizarre, albeit popular fashion trends in history. Contrary to the opinions of some on weight gain, people would begin fattening themselves up to monstrous weights. They'd even begin to increase their heights as well, growing into insanely obese giants ranging from eight to fifty feet tall.
It'd been an expensive process, however, only affordable towards the rich. I'd never constantly dreamed about it, being skinny as a rail, but a pretty big recent lottery winning gave me a chance to jump the bandwagon, and I decided to jump on with a shrug.
The main lounge was scarcely decorated, boasting a very sleek, futuristic style to the walls and furniture. I was surprised at how little fat people there were inside the lounge when the office doors nearby slid open, and my jaw slacked open in amazement.
Out of the office came the most massive woman I'd ever seen. She'd had to be at least eight feet tall, and almost as wide as she walked on two tree trunk legs trapped in black jeans beneath a jiggling, monstrous gut that stood out incredibly far and was halfway exposed by her shirt.
She seated her mammoth-sized rear on a seat behind the front desk and began typing away at a keyboard. Once I'd snapped out of my daze and began to approach her, I could see she was squeezed in a miraculously intact white dress shirt that left her monstrous breasts half exposed, her chin almost resting in her cleavage. For somebody of such massive proportions, she was also somewhat attractive, with a clean look and brown hair tied back in a bun.
She didn't notice me approach, but her head perked up as I pressed a buzzer on the desk.
"May I help you?" She politely inquired.
"Uh, yeah…I'm here for…the thing…" I stammered, and she giggled in response.
"Sure thing just gotta get the paperwork ready."
She began typing away at her keyboard, several sheets of paper scrolling out of her printer.
"Ready for the big life, huh?"
"Just seemed kind of interesting, I guess."
"Ah, a first-timer! They say first-timers have the most fun here."
Once ten sheets of paper were printed out, she handed me the stack along with a pen. Most of it ws personal information and payment methods, until I reached my desired height, which I put down as...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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