Did... Did you actually save me the trouble of coming up with a plot and background? You realize this only makes it easier for me, right? And such a unique idea, too!
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You stare down Jenna and Mary, both of their supermodel bodies seeming to glisten under the fluorescent lights as their sweat slowly dribbles down their toned bodies. "Oh, boy, what a workout," Jenna says. "The local bakery didn't have any jelly doughnuts, so I had to run allllll the way across town to get these for you, chubby! Open wide, big boy! Here comes the choo-choo train!"
As Jenna and Mary cram pastry after pastry into your gullet, you reflect on the past four months. You used to be a perfectly healthy man, maybe a tad overweight but not much, now you watch as the delicious doughnut crumbs bounce across your triple chin and onto your rolls of fat. It's become so hard to move these days, and if this keeps up you'll be starring on TLC's "My 600 pound life" by the end of the month. You don't even resist, letting the morsels fill you up ever more, ready to add just that more fat to your whalelike figure.
"Now, are you ready, fatty?" Mary asks. "We're all having a big party to celebrate the end of out internships, and you've gotta come with us! We'll help ya there. Come on, Jenna, 1,2,3, LIFT!" The two amazonian girls lift you like a piece of paper, and through your rolls and crevices of lard you can feel their perfect muscles twitch and flex as they carry you above their heads into the cafeteria, where so many other balls of lard laze about in varying degrees of acceptance. Jenna and Mary plop you down i n the center of the room ,biger than all the others by a decent margin. They always were overachievers.
"Okay, girls! We've gotta whip these blobs into shape, and I've got just the drink to do it! Drink up, chubbies! It's the new Bubble Beer!"
The fizzy liquid rushes down your throat, and you can feel its effects immediately as your rolls of fat begin to bubble and hiss as the fat is broken down into gas. Your already globular form swells out more, and as your chest eclipses your vision you can see all the other boy panicking as they grow ever larger. As the hissing dies own and you are left looking more like a miniature parade float than a human being, the girls are quick to force another glass of Bubble Beer down your throat.
You can barely see over your belly now, and your arms and legs have long since passed immobile and are thicker than a washing machine. As each new round of beer trickles into you, you grow larger and more tipsy. Mary leans over top of you. "Well there my big ol' blimp, having fun? We found out that only 10 of us are getting jobs here, so us girls decided to have a little contest to see who stays. Biggest boy wins.
Bang!
BANG!
Two of the boys burst into shreds, one near, one farther away. As you continue to bloat up, the girls rooting for the now gone boys start cheering on other blimps.
As the pressure grows, you can barely breathe. You think you hear a few more bangs and pops, but before long your swellinng torso consumes your head and limbs, leaving a giant, fleshy orb ever growing in the center of the party. One by one, the other boy cry out in pain or pleasure, sometimes a final plea for mercy, before being reduced to rubberry shreds. You skin is stretched tight, and as the pressure peaks it becomse translucent enough for you to see every last girl cheering you on to the breaking point, each one a goddess in her own right. You take one last look at all the beautiful girls rooting for you and decide to give them their wish. You inhale, and...
BANG
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I don't always drink beer, but when I do I drink whatever the heck that stuff is.
I am the most interesting (Puffy)Man in the world.
Stay bloated, my friends.
I like stories where girls blow boys up like balloons, and the more the merrier.
A group of 60 business student interns, 40 girls and 20 boys, has just finished their four month training program. Paired up into 20 groups of 2 girls and 1 boy per cubicle, the girls have been very busy feeding and fattening their boys on a steady diet of milk, donuts and other baked goods. Four months of male fattening has been matched by four months of female fitness, the kind of jogging, toning and yoga that makes each one a perfect 10/10. The girls have been relentless in teasing the boys by squeezing their perfect six pacs against their soft, stuck out bellies, much too full and plump now for the boys to even imagine sucking in in front of their girls.
There's going to be a big student intern only party, the guest of honor is a beer with the uncanny ability to convert fat into gas. Not everyone will be hired, so the girls are very much interested in finishing the program with a bang, while everyone is still together.