Montero decided to get up, but after breaking the practical trance that the custard put him in, he felt air hitting his midsection. He looked down, only to see a sizable brown belly that had lifted up his shirt. He placed a hand on his belly, and jiggled it, realizing that he was definitely not seeing things; it was fat. Montero additionally realized just how tight his clothes were feeling. He had even started a few tears in his jeans, where leg fat was starting to bulge out.
Montero merely said, "Well, there goes my diet!" but he didn't seem too upset about it. Even if this would have huge ramifications for his music career, that custard was well worth it! If anything, putting on a good amount of weight only emboldened Montero. It was already too late to worry about his diet. He had crossed a threshold, so it wouldn't really even make a difference if he kept letting go from here. It was strangely liberating knowing that he couldn't go back. It made it that much easier to keep going forward!
Regardless, Montero waddled back out of the pool room into the main basement area, still in awe at how intricate and well made everything in this house was. He was still surprised that it was even real! Regardless, he saw the door to the staircase open, just as he left it, which made it that much easier to tell which doors he had not entered yet. He went to the next door in the basement, past which he found...
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