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You've always been the first person to finish eating first. The mess splayed on the round table, me, you and the others on a semicircle booth, stuffed out of our minds. Yet, you were the only one that barely had five hundred calories. A slice of pizza, some cheese bread and fries were enough, you say. "Live a little." One of our friends say to you. "It's the new years." You politely declined the friend's offer, of course. This meal had already set you off and you'll be running around the neighborhood in the morning and in the evening. Anything to keep your waist below the 30" mark. Then, I get another slice, subtly pushing the large pizza, still within its box, to your direction. "We can't finish it on our own. Just one more slice. Please?" No? Well, we didn't expect you to say yes to the offer anyway. Of course, you berate us for being so lax and unstrict with our diets, like our waistlines were so prone to damage like yours. Heh. -- "Just one?" You say, burping out the
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Fat-ernity Boys Chapter 3
“Yo, bro! Over here!” Michael waved his hand.
“Coming!” Drew said as he locked his house door. Today, Drew would be attending a new university, one miles and miles away from where he was at now, and he was nervous. Not nervous because of the new atmosphere. Drew has an easy time finding friends with his casual and friendly personality; he was nervous about the fraternity, the initiation mainly. 200 pounds!? Really!? Even with the weight gain bars Michael and Daniel took, it’d be almost impossible for him to gain that much. His mind was like a tornado, causing thoughts to fumble around, creating new ideas that ma
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Late Night Television
Tossing and turning for the better part of the night, Isaac glanced at his phone with the dryness of an insomniac’s eyes. Somewhere after 3 am and he was failing miserably to fall asleep. Sighing in annoyance mostly at himself for not taking edibles or something stronger before bed, he roused himself and threw a pair of basketball shorts over his underwear. Isaac wandered out of his bedroom to the rest of the house. Stopping briefly to grab a glass of water from the kitchen, Isaac scratched his relatively flat stomach as he made his way to the couch, scrolling through images on his phone. Flipping on the TV, he began highlighting his favorite streaming service when the screen distorted and the input changed. The television had switched to basic cable channels. “These still exist?” Isaac thought as he took a sip of water. The flashing lights of the television illuminated the room in brightness that almost hurt Isaac’s eyes. On screen, a workout video demonstration was in progress as
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The Munchies are based on an old television commercial which warns kids not to constantly eat just because you’re lazy or bored. Instead, offers alternatives such as eating healthy, exercise, or something else stupid.
Now, there are some weight gain writers that have taken this concept and made them their own. Munchies are little grey blob creatures that take joy out of rhyming and fattening people. Only the victim(s) can see the Munchies, and most think that it’s all just in their heads. The person(s) being fattened never remember the Munchies the next day or until they see them again and realized their bigger forms are due to the creatures.
In most stories that involve these critters, the Munchies appear when a person is depressed or sad or bored and then cheers them up with food. They think that people will end up fat and happy thanks to their help. But with all of these stories (or at least all of the ones I’ve read), they just magically appear at the person’s home, feed them, and then leave and may or may not come back. Where do they go? Where do they stay? I had the idea of the Munchies going to an entire apartment complex to make it their ‘base of operations.’ This is one of many stories in a series I'll be doing.Mature
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