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Chapter #6

Whalin it up!

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Your hunger is overpowering any other thoughts or instincts you have. The fear you feel in the back of your head is being shoved aside with the promise of a meal. Your stomach growls, demanding to be fed and luckily for you, a huge platter of the greasiest and fattiest foods is set before you.

"Eat up, sweetie."

You don't hesitate, shoveling it in like you hadn't eaten in weeks. The grease smearing over your cheeks and crumbs tumbling down your chest. As you eat, the food becomes more a blur as you eat more and more.

As you eat, you're becoming very fat and very fast. Your clothes are growing tight, your gut pressing over the waistline of your jeans and the arms of your shirt growing tight about your fatty upper arms. You don't even notice as your clothes begin to tear, seams along the side of your shirt ripping as your gut grows and the button on your jeans snapping allowing your belly to flow forward.

You don't notice any of this, the only thing you've been focusing on is eating.

Your lap disappears as your gut continues to grow and it's weight soon pushes your legs apart as it begins it's descent towards the floor. The stool is sturdy, even as your ass engulfs it. It obviously must deal with some heavy patrons. The hunger is diminishing as well as the food, it's only then do you realize that you're more whale than man from that whiskey.

Easily 600 pounds, you're pretty much naked, with tatters of clothing hanging off your bulging and obese body perched upon the stool. Your chins are dripping with grease and crumbs. You also are out of breath! You're a fat slob that's out of breath from eating! Your mind is starting to come back, with some normal thoughts floating in your head now, it's hitting you how big you are.

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1. She forces another shot of whale whiskey on you.

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