Emily's Midnight Snack - DRAWINGS UPDATE

config.footer.center: "{save to file: 'Save'} | {load save: 'Load'}" -- Your eyes open up, greeted by the red light of your alarm. [[3.00 A.M.]]

[after 2 second] Slowly, your brain starts to work its magic again. Through the darkness surrounding you, it doesn't take much for the last five years worth of memories to flood back. This isn't your college's dormitory: it's your house bedroom. [after 5 second; append] Likewise, you're pleasantly aware of your husband sleeping right next to you, on the other side of the bed. [after 7 second] You stand upright. [after 8 second; append] You breathe in, you breathe out. [after 10 second; append] You ask yourself why you're awake, though no immediate reason comes to mind. [after 12 second; append] You yawn, impatiently reaching for the light switch. [[Flick it]]

[after 2 second] Nothing happens. [after 3 second; append] You look out the window, and wouldn't you know it, it's storming alright: the power must've gone out. All in all, this doesn't bother you much: it's sort of a Jake problem anyway. [after 7 second; append] But then, you feel it - [after 8 second; append] better yet, hear it: [after 9 second; append] a loud, lasting gurgle coming from below the sheets. Coming from you. [after 12 second] Deep inside your belly, rising up your throat, is a sense of hunger you've never felt before - not like this. It's as if you haven't had a chance to eat in months - no, years. [after 16 second; append] Of course, that's as far from the truth as it can be: your round, swollen belly tells a very different story. But it doesn't matter. You feel it all the same. [after 20 second] Someone's got to do something about this power outage: either that or your car's going to be in rough shape tomorrow morning. Sure, you've got no job to drive towards, you being a housewife and all that, but it would be nice to go shopping tomorrow. Your clothes have been, well, shrinking in the washing machine at an increasingly fast rate. And you thought doing laundry was easy! [after 26 second] [[That's enough.]]

[after 2 second] You heave yourself out of bed, careful not to disturb your fiance. [after 4 second; append] It's dark, but a mix of moonlight and memory should do the trick - at least up to the first floor. [after 7 second; append] Who knows: along the way to the basement, you could get your hands on a snack or two... [[Continue->bedroom]]

[if hungerlessending == false] Your comfy bed, half-covered in soft white sheets and many pillows. Too many, really, but your husband doesn't seem to mind the lack of space on his side. Speaking of which: there's also him there, as always beautifully silent, as well as beautifully handsome. It seems both of you have stirred a little: most of the sheets are currently on the ground. Was it too hot, maybe? [[Go back to sleep]] [if hungerlessending == true] Your comfy bed, half-covered in soft white sheets and many pillows. Too many, really, but your husband doesn't seem to mind the lack of space on his side. It seems both of you have stirred a little: most of the sheets are currently on the ground. Was it too hot, maybe? [[Go back to sleep->Hungerless final cutscene]] [continued] {link to: 'bedroom', label: 'Back'}

Stumbling around the room, you almost manage to bump onto the bedstand. Good thing you recognized something below you, or poor Jake would've had an unpleasant wake-up call. [unless eatenGummyBears == true] [[Open drawer]] [continued] {link to: '🛏️bedroom', label: 'Back'}

[if Gutsense == false] Looking out towards the garden, you can see it's raining heavily. Between flashes of bright light far into the distance, you can hardly make out the outline of the nearby forest - the same applies to your neighbor's house. The street lights seem to have also gone out. [if Gutsense == true] Looking out towards the garden, you can see that the rain has pretty much stopped. You can look further out towards the nearby forest and neighbor's house, but that's about it - the street lights are still out. [continued] {link to: 'bedroom', label: 'Back'}

[note] [if tomerevelation == false [continued] On the right side of the bed, you can make out the asleep figure of your husband, Jake. His long, blonde hair flows from the pillow to the mattress, all the way to his perfectly toned chest. He's snoring gently, now and then letting out a soft moan along with a small, sleepy smile. He's always like this when you wake up. Laid back, relaxed, and above all, calm. You almost prefer him this way; to not having to deal with his stubbornness on each and every house matter. And yet, you can't imagine living your life without him. With all his flaws, you do love him. [[Wake him up]] [if scissors == true; if smallstrandofhair == false] [[Cut some of his hair cutscene]] [continued] [note] [if tomerevelation == true On the right side of the bed, you can make out the asleep figure of your husband, Jake. His long, blonde hair flows from the pillow to the mattress, all the way to his perfectly toned chest. He's snoring gently, now and then letting out a soft moan along with a small, sleepy smile. He's been at your side for a while now, and if there's one thing you know about him, it's that he hates reading any kind of literature. Though he's driven to the library a couple of times, he's never even gone inside it, let alone checked out a book. But he's tall enough to get into the attic without any help, and you've seen him carry stuff there. One time, you two got in a discussion because he mistakenly took one of your bags there. Jake had denied it, but he had then mysteriously found it in the bathroom a day later - one of the books had gone missing, but he had looked embarrassed enough, no matter how hard he tried not to show it. He has made plenty of mistakes since you've been together. With all his flaws, you do still love him. [continued] {link to: 'bedroom', label: 'Back'}

You head into your walk-in wardrobe. Surrounding you on all sides except the back are, as one might expect, clothes. Although dark you can spot some of your usuals. To the left, there's [if oldweatheredindument == false] [append] a [[blouse]], [continued] [append] a [[bra]], [append] [if Sweatpantstry == false] [append] some [[sweatpants]] [continued] [append] and some [[work jeans]]. To the right, there's a pair of [[jeans]], some casual coats, and some assorted [[towels]]. {link to: 'bedroom', label: 'Head back.'} [note] The racks wobble left and right as you turn around inside the confined space. It's too tight in here. [continued]

[if hungerlessending == true] Inside the bedstand's drawer, you see the faint glow of a packet of Gummy Bears. Eh. You're not that hungry anymore, these can wait. {link to: 'bedroom', label: 'Back'} [continued] [if hungerlessending == false] Inside the bedstand's drawer, you see the faint glow of a packet of Gummy Bears. [[Gummy Bears<-Eat.]]

eatenGummyBears: true calories: calories + 140 -- Before even taking sight of the bag of gummy bears in your hand, you have the inexplicable urge to let the candy fall into your mouth. As there aren't many left, it's a reasonable snack to have at 3 am in the morning. Still, not the hour you had in mind when you first brought them into your room. {link to: 'bedroom', label: 'Back'}

For a second there, you almost go and wake your husband up. But then you remember that he, unlike you, has to commute tomorrow. Let's just leave him alone for the time being. {link to: 'bedroom', label: 'Back'}

A bright, purple blouse, seemingly shining of its own light, hiding inside the room. Reaching for it, you find it difficult to judge if it's actually going to fit you. It's too damn dark! Though, it probably doesn't: it was deep enough into your clothes to be pretty damn old. As such, not really up to date with your new, apple-like body type. [if gluttonytome == true; if oldweatheredindument == false] [[Pick it up.->Blouse picked up cutscene]] [continue] {link to: 'walk-in wardrobe', label: 'Back'}

An old bra, sitting on the floor and only recognized by its contrast with the floor. You, of course, won't be needing this anytime soon: it's ridiculously small. It's crazy, come to think of it: your chest managed to absorb a lot of calories before your belly started to swell. It's part of the why you've weren't afraid of a pound or two. For a while, you really did think you were immune to the housewife physique. Look down, Emily: guess you were wrong afterall. [note] An old bra, sitting on the floor and only recognized by its contrast with the floor. You, of course, won't be needing this anytime soon: it's ridiculously small. It's crazy, come to think of it: your chest managed to absorb a lot of calories before your belly started to swell. You weren't afraid of a pound or two back then. You spend a moment looking at the black fabric, thinking back to the time you can remember wearing the thing. That dress, you remember, was purple. And it made your chest and ass look great. You wish you still had that perfect figure... but for now you're just fat. Really, really fat. [continued] {link to: 'walk-in wardrobe', label: 'Back'}

[if calorieState == 'STUFFED'] A pair of trusty sweatpants you haven't used in a while sit in front of you, mocking you. Having dropped out of those yoga classes your sister suggested a year ago, you haven't had much use for them. You prefer long, airy dresses to work around the house - especially during summer. But now, with your belly so painfully swollen and your pajamas stretched to their limits, the thought of slipping into something more forgiving tempts you. However, as you examine the yoga pants, the reality sets in. They're supposed to be stretchy, but there's no way they could accommodate the current size of your overindulged midsection. The thought of even attempting to squeeze into them is laughable. Absolutely not happening - not now, not in a million years. [[Try to put them on.->Sweatpants pants try cutscene]] [else] [if calorieState == 'OVERSTUFFED'] A pair of trusty sweatpants you haven't used in a while sit in front of you, mocking you. Having dropped out of those yoga classes your sister suggested a year ago, you haven't had much use for them. You prefer long, airy dresses to work around the house - especially during summer. But now, with your belly so painfully swollen and your pajamas stretched to their limits, the thought of slipping into something more forgiving tempts you. However, as you examine the yoga pants, the reality sets in. They're supposed to be stretchy, but there's no way they could accommodate the current size of your overindulged midsection. The thought of even attempting to squeeze into them is laughable. Absolutely not happening - not now, not in a million years. [[Try to put them on.->Sweatpants pants try cutscene]] [else] A pair of trusty sweatpants you haven't used in a while. Having dropped out of those yoga classes your sister suggested a year ago, you haven't had much use for them. You prefer long, airy dresses to work around the house - especially during summer. Still, they are yoga pants: they should still fit you, right? [continued] {link to: 'walk-in wardrobe', label: 'Back'}

A pair of seemingly ripped jeans, though it's hard to make out if it's intentional or not. You do remember ripping out of some jeans once, and these do look familiar, but you can't be sure they're the same. Wouldn't you have just thrown them out? In theory, yes. But maybe you forgot to. {link to: 'walk-in wardrobe', label: 'Back'}

A bland, yet stylish pair of blue jeans your husband goes to work with. And stays at home with. And trims the garden with. Why does he love these jeans so much? It's come to the point it's hard to imagine him without them. As such, they are not in the best conditions - still, he does have three more near identical pairs he cycles through. [if Bellysense == true; if Crowbar == false] [[Check pockets cutscene]] [if calorieState == 'BLOATED'] You glance at the jeans and then down at your own straining pajamas, feeling a twinge of envy for how easily he maintains his figure. [continued] [if calorieState == 'STUFFED'] You try to picture yourself squeezing into Jake's beloved jeans, but the mere thought sends shivers down your overstuffed body. [continued] {link to: 'walk-in wardrobe', label: 'Back'}

[if hungerlessending == false] You are on the first floor of your house. Your [[🛏️bedroom->bedroom]] is right in front of you, while behind you are the stairs to the [[🛋️living room->living room]]. On your left is the [[✋🛏️guest bedroom->guest bedroom]] - if you need to, you know that on your right is also the [[🛀bathroom->bathroom]]. [if hungerlessending == true] You are on the first floor of your house. Your [[🛏️bedroom->bedroom]] is right in front of you, while behind you are the stairs to the [[🛋️living room->hungerless corridor cutscene]]. On your left is the [[✋🛏️guest bedroom->guest bedroom]] - if you need to, you know that on your right is also the [[🛀bathroom->bathroom]]. [if Stepstoolused == false] Above you you can spot the faint outline of the door to the [[🛠️attic->attic cutscene]]. [else] Above you you can spot the faint outline of the door to the [[🛠️attic->attic]]. [continued]

calorieState (calories < 718): 'EMPTY' calorieState (calories > 718 && calories <= 2146): 'BLOATED' calorieState (calories > 2146 && calories <= 8608): 'FULL' calorieState (calories > 8608 && calories <= 11500): 'STUFFED' calorieState (calories > 11500): 'OVERSTUFFED' -- You walk your way to the living room, onto ground floor. In front of you there's your [[couch]], directly facing the [[TV]]. Between them is a short [[coffee table]]. A wide [[bookshelf]] divides the room into two - there's a [[calendar]] attached to its side. [if Kitchencutscene == false] Behind you are the stairs to the [[⤴️first floor->top corridor]] and the entrance to a [[🛀bathroom->Bathroom Ground Floor]]. Beyond the aformentioned bookshelf is the entrance to the [[kitchen cutscene<-🍽️kitchen]] and the [[⤵️basement->Closed basement]]. *Glancing over the kitchen entrance, you find yourself unable to divert your gaze. You feel yourself getting even hungrier than you were before. The snack doesn't feel like a suggestion anymore. It's more of a necessity.* [if Kitchencutscene == true] Behind you are the stairs to the [[⤴️first floor->top corridor]] and the entrance to a [[🛀bathroom->Bathroom Ground Floor]]. Beyond the aformentioned bookshelf is the entrance to the [[🍽️kitchen->kitchen]] and the [append] [if Kitchencutscene == true; if BasementCheck == false] [append] [[⤵️basement->Closed basement]]. [append] [if Kitchencutscene == true; if BasementCheck == true] [append] [[⤵️basement->basement]]. [append] [continued] [if Phonesense == true] Wait, what is that? You can hear a ringing noise coming from somewhere around you... but where? [continue]

[if hungerlessending == false] You enter the room you and your husband don't know what to do with. Yet. For now though, it's a fairly generic guest room containing a [[single bed]] to your left, and a [[wardrobe]] stuck to the right corner. In front of you is a [[window->guest window]]. Behind you is the door to the [[⤴️corridor.->top corridor]] [if hungerlessending == true] You enter the room you and your husband don't know what to do with. Yet. For now though, it's a fairly generic guest room containing a [[single bed]] to your left, and a [[wardrobe]] stuck to the right corner. In front of you is a [[window->guest window]]. Behind you is the door to the [[⤴️corridor.->top corridor]] [if Orderseeker == true; if hungerlessending == false] [[Ding!->Phonewithline]] [continue]

You enter the closest bathroom to your bedroom, on the first floor. On top of the left wall there's a [[mirror]], with a [[cabinet]] nearing it. In front of you there's a [[bath]] that, as you'd expect, also doubles as a shower. Close to the [[toilet]] you can just see the white glimpse of a [[scale]]. Behind you is the door to the [[⤴️corridor.->top corridor]]

[if Phonesense == false] Jeez: you know it's a bad sign when you can spot your behind's impression on your two-year-old couch. You knew you had been gaining some weight, but this is ridiculous! You don't even spend that much time on it: just during breakfast, lunch, and the evening. It has to be the light hitting the sofa at a weird angle. You refuse to believe it's already gotten this bad. [if Bellysense == true; if Gutsense == false] [[Sit down]] [continued] [if Phonecheck == true] [[Inspect phone->Phone]] [if Phonesense == true] Getting closer to the couch, you realize the source of the noise is laying somewhere between the pillows. Rummaging around, you finally get hold of the obvious culprit: a weird alarm on your phone. At 3 am? Plus, when have you ever used your phone to wake yourself up? You've got a fine enough alarm clock near your bed, this is just unnecessary. Still somewhat confused you swipe left on the screen to turn it off. You've got your phone with you now - you should pay more attention to where you leave it. [[Inspect phone->Phone]] [[Sit down]] [note] Ugh, the couch. You waddle over to it, feeling the weight of all the food you've consumed tonight. You can practically hear the poor thing creaking under your bulk. You used to fit so comfortably on it, but now your once-plush cushions have deflated under your weight. It's not fair. You don't even spend that much time on it, do you? Just during breakfast, lunch, and the evening... and maybe the occasional midnight snack. God, no wonder you're so fat. [continued] {link to: 'living room', label: 'Back'}

The power is out, and with it, it has brought your Tv to a stall. It's a shame, really: this time of the night is perfect for some binge-watching. Sure, popcorns are out of the equation, but there's much you can use as a replacement. Like... well... You can't think of anything you'll substitute them with. Chips, maybe? No, no, it's just not the same. {link to: 'living room', label: 'Back'} [if calorieState == 'FULL'; if Bellysense == true] ***You could really go for some tacos right about now.***

popcorn: true calories: calories + 108 -- Staring at the bowl, it takes you a while to recognize its contents. Popcorn kernels, with the burned sugars still lingering around them: wasn't that what your husband cooked while watching his baseball game last night? And were these left for you? Well of course they have, he would have finished them otherwise. Right? That's what you would've done; that's what everyone in the world would've done. Yes, they must be for you. You grab the remaining handful of popcorn and cram it into your mouth. {link to: 'living room', label: 'Back'}

A nice wooden coffe table with a trasparent glass counter [append] [if gluttonytome == true; if tablecloth == true] [append] . [append] [if gluttonytome == true; if tablecloth == false] covered by a checkered [[tablecloth->table cloth picked up]]. [continued] [append] [if gluttonytome == false; if tablecloth == false] covered by a checkered tablecloth. [continued] It's a shame that such an IKEA design masterpiece it's routinely ruined by your husband reckless lack of coasters. Just look at that coffee stains! Unbelivable. Still, as much as it shames you to say it, this is nothing but a shared effort: as sturdy as it looks, this table wasn't meant to support legs. Especially the like and size of yours. [if popcorn == false] It's empty at the moment, safe for a single [[bowl]] on top of it. A certain someone must've forgotten it there, and that someone isn't named Emily. [continued] [if pizzaslices == false] Oh and there's some empty [[pizza boxes]] right next to one of its legs. Were those from tonight's dinner? No, you're pretty sure they were there already. When did you last order pizza, then? How long have those been there? [continued] {link to: 'living room', label: 'Back'}

Bookcheck: Bookcheck + 1 -- [if Bookcheck == 1] Look at all these books! You can't wait to read them all. In complete darkness nonetheless! Jokes aside, you can't think of the last time you've picked one up to actually read it instead of cleaning the shelf. One day, maybe: so much free time, so little commitment. [if Bookcheck > 1] [if codesafe == false] Just for fun, you try to make out some of the book's titles. Unsurprisingly, you do manage to read most of them -you did, afterall, buy them yourself. But something does catch your eye: one of the books is slightly out of line, and has...something attached to it. It's a piece of paper, but there's something written on top of it. You step near the window to read it. "Auntie's birthday"? Uh, well, you're probably missing the contex on this one. Are you? [if Bookcheck > 1] [if codesafe == true] Look at all these books! You can't wait to read them all. In complete darkness nonetheless! Jokes aside, you can't think of the last time you've picked one up to actually read it instead of cleaning the shelf. One day, maybe: so much free time, so little commitment. [if Bellysense == true; if Umbrella == false] Oh, would you look at that: propped on one of the shelves is also a small [[umbrella]]. This is definitely not the right spot for it, but to be fair, it's only blocking off access to a couple of dictionaries. [continued] {link to: 'living room', label: 'Back'}

Although you can hardly make out the month on your calendar's page, you know it's likely not up to date. Does anyone still use calendars on a day-to-day basis? How about a month-to-month basis? You don't, and neither does Jake -though he does enjoy writing all of your important moments on it. A tradition of his that brings him joy and that you don't feel like messing with. For now, the calendar stays. {link to: 'living room', label: 'Back'} [if Bookcheck > 1] [if codesafe == false] [[Search for date->calendar cutscene]]

Kitchencutscene: true Bellysense: false Kitchendef: 0 Chocolatecake: false canofcoke: false leftoverpasta: false Pantrykeys: false Pantry: 0 -- [after 2 second] Inching towards the fridge, that deep, almost angry hunger is back. [after 4 second; append] Your sight, although impaired by the darkness, begins to unfocus and shift. [after 6 second] You take another step. [after 7 second; append] Your belly's rumbling reverberates again, [after 8 second; append] and again, [after 9 second; append] and again, [after 10 second; append] sending you in a trance, wanting - [after 11 second; append] no, demanding nourishment. [after 14 second] All of a sudden the house, its walls, its memories, its obligations stop having any significance. [after 17 second; append] All that matters is that you're hungry. [after 20 second] ~~[[Eat, Emily.->kitchen]]~~

BasementCheck: true basementfirsttime: basementfirsttime + 1 -- You find yourself inside the basement, surrounded by complete darkness. In front of you are some [[weights]] haphazardly scattered on the ground next to an old [[exercise bike]]. Beyond them is the house's [[electrical box]], mounted on a wall. Behind you are the stairs to the [[🛋️ground floor->living room]], while on your right is the entrance to the [[🍴basement kitchen->Basement kitchen cutscene]]. [note] and [[🛀bathroom->basement bathroom]]. [continued] [if basementfirsttime == 1] Now, where the hell is that fridge at? This has better not been a waste of time. [continue] [note] Next to that is also a large [[storage closet]]. [continued]

You enter the bathroom on the ground floor. On top of the right wall there's a [[mirror->mirror 2]] that doubles as a cabinet. To your left is a small, angle [[shower->bottom shower]]. Close to it is the [[toilet->toilet 2]]. Behind you is the door to the [[🛋️living room->living room]] and to your left the entrance to the [[🧺laundry room->laundry room]].

Satdown: Satdown + 1 -- [if Satdown == 1] You place your fat ass down of the couch, giving you some time to rest. Not that you would need it -you've not been awake for long, but it still feels good. And yes: the butt shaped impression does feel as comfortable as it is embarassing to look at. {link to: 'couch', label: 'Get up.'} [continue] [if Satdown == 2] You sit once again on the couch, this time...harder, apparently? That creack wasn't there before. Whatever that means, you don't really care for -though you are getting bored. By habit, you streach yourself for the tv controller on top of the tea table, only to find out that, once clicked, not only is the power still out, the controller is sat on your right. While confusing, the glimmer of the gold wrapper gives away what you're really holding in your hand: it's a Twix! [[Eat.->Twix]] [if Satdown >= 3] While your short rest was bountiful, you're starting to worry if you'll able to resist sleeping on the couch next time you sit on it. You can't risk it: you're still so, so hungry... {link to: 'couch', label: 'Get up.'}

eatenTwix: true calories: calories + 140 -- You unwrap the twix and gently put your mouth on one of the chocolate sticks, and, for some reason, feel like licking it. Up and down, down and up - you let the exterior slowly melt inside your mouth, then chew the remaining interior. You get bored with the other one, which you immediately jam into your throath: there's barely chewing beforehand, just a lash of your teeth through the whole thing. {link to: 'living room', label: 'Get up.'}

[if Bellysense == false] After barging into the kitchen, you find yourself standing before your [[fridge]]. Somehow, you find yourself unable to turn your attention towards anywhere. You feel as if you've entered a pocket dimension; nothing outside of the contents of your fridge, be that objects, walls or even exits to other rooms matter anymore. [if Bellysense == true] You find yourself inside your kitchen. Interestingly enough, the [[fridge]] - which, in your hunger, you left open, has lost its light and gone dark. Like the rest of the house. Through your socks you can tell that the floor is a mess of crumbs and stains. On your right there's a table with a [[chewed plate]] on top of it, and behind that a counter sporting a microwave. [if Gutsense == false; if Bellysense == true] On the opposite side of the room is the entrance to the [[🧀pantry->pantry entrance]]. [if Gutsense == true; if Bellysense == true] On the opposite side of the room is the entrance to the [[🧀pantry->Empty pantry]]. [if Orderinmotion == true; if Gutsense == true] Right behind you is the [[🛋️living room->living room]]. On your left, there's the door to the [[🚗garage->garage]] and the main entrance leading to the [[🌿garden->Delivery cutscene]]... wait, there's something on the ground outside. Is that... a food package? Sure enough, the timer is at zero now, so it must be your order. Did they really have to leave it ouside? Couldn't they have rang the bell or something? [if Orderinmotion == false; if Bellysense == true] On your left, the main entrance leading to the [[🌿garden->garden]] and the door to the [[🚗garage->garage]]. Right behind you is the [[🛋️living room->living room]]. [if Bellysense == true; if Gutsense == false] *Just thinking of what may be inside that pantry is making your mouth water.* [if calorieState == 'BLOATED'; if Bellysense == true] ***It's getting harder to keep your belly tucked into your pajamas.*** [if calorieState == 'FULL'; if Bellysense == true] ***Your belly is now hard to the touch - you'd take a quick rest on one of the chairs surrounding the kitchen table, but you fear you might not be able to force yourself back up.*** [continued]

[if Bellysense == false] You open the white fridge. A soft, purplish light is cast over the room, followed by a low buzzing sound not exactly coming from the fridge, but still close to you. Inside, your famished eyes scan over its layers. At the top is a [if Chocolatecake == false; if Bellysense == false] [append] [[chocolate cake]], [if Chocolatecake == true; if Bellysense == false] [append] chocolate cake, [continued] [if Bellysense == false] [append] while in the middle you can spot a plate of [if leftoverpasta == false; if Bellysense == false] [append] [[leftover pasta]]. [if leftoverpasta == true; if Bellysense == false] [append] leftover pasta. [continued] [append] [if Bellysense == false] To the side you also spot a [if canofcoke == false; if Bellysense == false] [append] [[can of coke]]. [if canofcoke == true; if Bellysense == false] [append] can of coke. [continued] [append] [if Bellysense == false] You sharply regret not having gone for some groceries in a while. This doesn't feel like enough. [if Bellysense == true] A white, reflective fridge. Strangely enough, it was actually the last big, expensive thing you bought for the house: for a while there, you and your husband were either eating outside everyday of the week, or inviting yourself to your friends houses. It's empty now. All thanks to you. {link to: 'kitchen', label: 'Back'} [continued] [note] Why do you even bother looking in here? The fridge is as empty as your bloated, overfilled belly. You can't even remember what was inside of it. Everything is just a blur of tastes and textures now. Maybe there was some cake? Or some pasta? You should have known better than to look in here in the first place. You wouldn't have gone on full-on binge if you hadn't opened it. [continued]

Bellysense: true -- [after 2 second] Unable to find more food to ingest, your mind is momentarily brought back to reason. [after 5 second; append] You're now aware, truly aware, of standing alone inside your kitchen, surrounded on all sides by darkness. [after 8 second] You look down, and while you do not see it, you can feel yourself up to your nose down to your pajama covered in chocolate, sauce, and coke. [after 12 second] [[What's happening? Why are you doing this?->Kitchen cutscene part three]]

Chocolatecake: true Kitchendef: Kitchendef + 1 calories: calories + 1410 -- As you reach for the cake you assume to be chocolate flavored, you don't care much if you dirty your hands or not. In the same spirit of eagerness, you head face-first into the plate, gulping and gasping as much of the dessert as possible in the quickest amount of time. You don't even care about its flavor: although delicious, you just want as much of it you can muster inside your belly. You don't even realize if it's half or finished. Still, you do take a step back when you catch yourself munching on the paper plate. [if Kitchendef == 3] {link to: 'Kitchen cutscene part two', label: 'Back'} [else] {link to: 'fridge', label: 'Back'} [continued]

leftoverpasta: true Kitchendef: Kitchendef + 1 calories: calories + 548 -- Once your grubby hands are over the transparent container, they immediately scramble to have it open. Lid flung across the room, you begin to slide the spaghetti down your mouth, trying and failing to catch all of them. You gasp and finish by licking the sauce from the empty container. [if Kitchendef == 3] {link to: 'Kitchen cutscene part two', label: 'Back'} [else] {link to: 'fridge', label: 'Back'} [continued]

canofcoke: true Kitchendef: Kitchendef + 1 calories: calories + 161 -- You haven't felt as thirsty and in need of sugar in all of your life. That's why, as you let the can over your head drip down all of it's contents, you just gulp all of it down in a single swig. You burp lightly. You feel as if that deserved a little bit more. [if Kitchendef == 3] {link to: 'Kitchen cutscene part two', label: 'Back'} [else] {link to: 'fridge', label: 'Back'} [continued]

This confusion doesn't last long. Although you got your belly full of whatever you could find in the kitchen, it's not enough. The hunger is back, though not as strong as it was just now. You feel mad just thinking this, but maybe, whatever is... possessing you wants you focused. [after 3 second] [[For now, at least.->kitchen]]

A dirty paper plate, just barely visible on top of the kitchen's countertop. Without getting closer, you already know part of it has been chewed off in your desperate attempt to finish the cake. How did you not notice it? {link to: 'kitchen', label: 'Back'}

[if Pantrykeys == false; if Crowbar == false] As you close your hand against your pantry's door, you find it jammed. Uh, that's strange. Has someone locked it? Why would they? In any case, you can't access the food inside. And that's a problem. {link to: 'kitchen', label: 'Back'} [if Pantrykeys == true; after 2 second] Before trying to insert the keys into the lock, you catch yourself both hoping for them to work, and to be the wrong set. [if Pantrykeys == true; after 5 second; append] Why would Jake lock the pantry? What's he afraid of? [if Pantrykeys == true; after 8 second] Sure enough, the door opens up at the first turn of your hand. [[Walk through.->pantry cutscene]] [continue] [if Crowbar == true; after 2 second] As you get closer to the door of the pantry, you look down at the crowbar in your hands: just out of sight behind your well fed love handles. [if Crowbar == true; after 5 second; append] Still, you feel the cold metal wrapped around your fingers. [if Crowbar == true; after 8 second] Blinded by hunger, you slide the crowbar on the left of the door's portal. [if Crowbar == true; after 11 second; append] Then, not quite sure on what to do, you press your body into the metal, wrapping it inside some of your adipose. [if Crowbar == true; after 15 second] As you thump forward, it seems like putting your entire weight on it was the right call: the lock breaks sideways, lending you a clear passage inside the cramped, but somewhat stocked pantry. [if Crowbar == true; after 20 second] You'll think about the mess on the floor in the morning. [[Walk through.->pantry cutscene]] [continue]

[after 2 second] As you step into the small confined spaces of your pantry, the same desperate hunger that hit you in the kitchen envelops you again. [after 5 second] Your eyes are darting all over the place - [after 6 second; append] your mouth, as well as your underwear, begin to moisten. [after 9 second] It's not as much as you had hoped for, but you don't care. [after 11 second; append] All that matters now is that you want to eat as much as humanly possible. [after 13 second; append] Who cares about weight! [after 15 second] Who cares about decency - [after 16 second; append] or moderation! [after 18 second] [[Eat, Emily.->pantry]]

Somewhat tight inside of your pantry, you begin to scan it's shelves for anything your arms can reach for. Right in front of you is some [if Cheddarcheese == false] [append] [[cheese->Cheese]], [else] [append] cheese, [continued] [append] a [if pringles == false] [append] [[can of pringles]], [else] [append] can of pringles, [continued] [append] and a bottle of [if sprite == false] [append] [[sprite]]. [else] [append] sprite. [continued] [append] To the side you instead spot a [if Hershey == false] [append] [[chocolate bar->Hershey chocolate bar]], [else] [append] chocolate bar, [continued] [append] a stick of [if butterstick == false] [append] [[butter]], [else] [append] butter, [continued] [append] and, right at the bottom, a bottle of [if beerbottle == false] [append] [[beer]]. [else] [append] beer. [continued] [append]

[if Gutsense == true; if Phonecheck == true] Your belly grumbles. It's worth a check. You have to check. Phone in hand, you turn on its light and very, very carefully make your way down the basement's short flight of stairs. [[Continue->basement]] [if Phonecheck == false] As you approach the basement entrance, you realize there's no light making its way down the stairway. Now, you aren't one to be scared of the dark, but you get the feeling that by blindly stumbling all over the basement, you could probably get hurt. [if Gutsense == true; if Phonecheck == false] The problem is, you DO need to get down. Your basement has got a kitchen - a remnant from the last owners dividing the house into two, or something like that. You don't use it for much, but sometimes the fridge is plugged in to store stuff that couldn't fit above... Well, you won't be able to see anything without a flashlight of some kind. You're not a cat, you can't go see in the dark; you're not a dog, you can't rely on smell alone. Well, you probably could if the fridge wasn't closed. Your belly grumbles. It's worth a check. You have to check. [continue] {link to: 'living room', label: 'Back'}

codesafe: true -- Eyeing the calendar, you try searching for a note for Jake's aunt birthday. I mean, c'mon, it's probably a password or code to something - it's only fair that you also get to know it. That way, you lessen your chances of problems down the line. And there it is, just a month away. The third of August, also known as 310, or maybe 013. You should probably start thinking about a gift of some sort; like you, she also has quite a sweet tooth. {link to: 'living room', label: 'Back'}

A simple, uninspired bed covered only with the bare essentials. If you're not mistaken, this bed frame is holding up the very first mattress you've ever bought for yourself, all the way back to your college days. You should've probably sold it the moment you moved in with Jake - it was a pain to bring it in here. It's pretty beat up, but it's still comfy enough to occasionally fall asleep reading a book in. How did you even manage to get it over the stairs and into this room all by yourself? You really were built different back then. {link to: 'guest bedroom', label: 'Back'}

A white, plain-looking wardrobe. It's mostly here as a decoration, really; you haven't found a use for it, not yet anyway. Most of the clothes you either don't care for any more or just flat-out don't fit you are donated to a local church. They, in turn, give them to the worryingly increasing homeless population. It's not much, but you hope it helps. [[Open->Open wardrobe]] {link to: 'guest bedroom', label: 'Back'}

guestwindow: guestwindow + 1 -- [if guestwindow == 1] Looking out towards the street, it's still raining heavily. Still, you can see the houses of the suburban sprawl you call your neighborhood. The street lights seem to have gone out. [continue] [if guestwindow == 2] You can't believe it's been almost two years since you and Jake moved here. You still remember the time he suggested moving out into the city's suburbia. You laughed. A city dweller like you, living in anything but a condo? It didn't seem realistic. [continue] [if guestwindow == 3] But then, he got the promotion he had been waiting for, and you were willing to give it a shot. Two months of careful planning, open houses, packing boxes, and then... The quiet alone was worth the hassle - you can't imagine living anywhere else than here. [continue] [if guestwindow > 3] Looking out towards the street, it's still raining heavily. Still, you can see the houses of the suburban sprawl you call your neighborhood. The street lights seem to have gone out. [continue] {link to: 'guest bedroom', label: 'Back'} [note] Peering out the window, you see... wait, what was it again? Oh, right, the rain. It's still pouring down, loud and annoying. You can barely focus on the houses outside. They're all blurred together, a bunch of indistinguishable shapes. The streetlights seem to have gone out, but who cares? You're too busy trying to ignore the uncomfortable sensation in your gut. Your mind is foggy, like you're in a dream. Maybe you are? You don't even know anymore. You just wish the rain would stop and the world would go away, so you could curl up in bed and wallow in your fullness. [continued]

[if hungerlessending == false] Inside the mostly empty wardrobe you can see some [[blankets]] and, right behind them, a [[wall safe]]. [if hungerlessending == true] Inside the mostly empty wardrobe you can see some [[blankets]] and not much else. The moon must've changed position or something, because it's a lot darker inside of this room. [continued] {link to: 'wardrobe', label: 'Back'}

[if safecrack == false] Uh, would you look at that: a safe? Has that always been there? It must have, otherwise it wouldn't be there. So you haven't used it and Jake hasn't told you about it - if he even knows about its presence, is it empty? Is it not? It's closed with a code input, and it probably wouldn't be if it was empty. [continued] [if Bellysense == true; if safecrack == false; if codesafe == true] [[Open->Open safe]] [if Bellysense == false; if safecrack == false; if codesafe == false] [[Try a code->Closed safe]] [if safecrack == true] Uh, would you look at that: a safe? Has that always been there? It must have, otherwise it wouldn't be there. So you haven't used it, Jake hasn't told you about it, and there was a cheesecake inside of it. For some reason. It's empty now, you've made sure of that. [continued] {link to: 'wardrobe', label: 'Back'}

A pile of white and blue blankets; just about what'd you expect inside the least used compartment inside the home. When are single bed sheets really going to get used when you sleep in a queen sized mattress? Only when, for some reason, your single, individual guest wants to sleep inside your house for the night. How many times did that happen? About as much as you'd expect, of course: exactly one. [note] [[Inspect->inspect sheets [continued] {link to: 'Open wardrobe', label: 'Back'}

safecrack: true -- [after 2 second] Well, you've got a code, might as well try it out. [after 4 second] 0 - 1 -3 Nope, that's not it. [after 6 second] 3 - 1 - 0 *ding!* [after 8 second] Lo and behold, the safe opens up right in front of you. [after 10 second; append] Now, what did your husband try to keep from you? [after 12 second; append] At this point, it's pretty *safe* to assume he was. [after 14 second; append] You slide a hand inside of it, touching something solid, but seemingly surrounded by paper. [after 17 second; append] It's also... cold? [after 18 second; append] It's as if the safe was refrigerated. [after 20 second; append] Carefully you grab the object with both hands and extract it. [after 23 second] It's...oh my. It's a cheesecake. [after 26 second] [[Eat.->Cheesecake]] [if gluttonytome == true; if dessertdenseincalories == false; after 26 second] [[Pick it up.->Cheesecake picked up]]

You try pressing some of the buttons, but, well, you don't actually know the combination. Do you? No, you don't. You've never seen this safe before and are pretty sure you're not the one who set it up either. {link to: 'wall safe', label: 'Back'}

calories: calories + 1542 -- The moment your eyes lie upon the yellow glint of a cheesecake, you're transfixed. What luck! You're so excited for the dessert you don't even go to take a knife to pick a slice. Instead, similarly to what you did with the chocolate cake, you put your face right into the safe and on top of the sugar coating. As you bite into it, you can feel your belly slopping around under you, getting tickled by the moquette - somehow, this makes the whole experience a lot more enjoyable. It takes you a good few minutes to eat the entire thing, and when you're done you sit back and pat your belly. It's at the very last lick of the plate you ask yourself the obvious question: what was this doing here? With your face and breasts all covered in cream, it hardly matters anymore. {link to: 'guest bedroom', label: 'Back'}

Although you recognize yourself standing in front of the mirror, you can hardly make out any of your facial features. Who else would it be? Those short, black hair and puffy cheeks are unmistakably yours -as well as that, well, double chin. Your chest is also a pretty defining element, though, if you're to be completely honest with yourself, it's been clearly overshadowed by some...how should you put it...recent developments. If there's one thing your silhouette gives a better image of, it's how damn fat you've gotten. All of your heightened curves are shown for what they are - especially on your midsection. Your arms and ass have also made themselves noticeable, but not that much. Meanwhile, boy oh boy has your belly taken a hit. Even now, covered by your shining pajama and with nothing on the inside to strain it further, your belly's cosplay of a beachball has not been lost on you. [if hungerlessending == false] How did it get so bad? It's strange, but you can't quite put your finger on it. Not yet. [if hungerlessending == true] For some time now you've wondered how you managed to eat yourself to such a size. After what you've gone through tonight, you're still not sure - if anything, your findings have left you even more confused. Was it all because of that book, forcing its influence over you? Or did it just recognize you as the glutton you are? [continued] {link to: 'bathroom', label: 'Back'}

Just your run-of-the-mill medicine cabinet every bathroom should and probably has. You do remember it didn't come prebuilt and had to be manually assembled. By your husband, of course: you were too busy watching over him do that on his own, with a bag of chips in one hand and soda in the other. And why was that? Because Jake hates when his tools get dirty; two hours of angry assembling and you couldn't even pass him a screwdriver. [if gluttonytome == true; if scissors == false] Anyways, you open it and see the usual: a couple of medicinals, some mouthwash, a nail trimmer... ah, and a small pair of [[scissors]] hiding at the bottom of it, barely visible. [continue] {link to: 'bathroom', label: 'Back'}

[if Gutsense == false; if hungerlessending == false] The house's plumbing still works, but you wouldn't want to wake your husband with the sound of running water. Plus, you already had a shower before bed, so it's hardly needed. [if Gutsense == true; if Bathdrawn == false; if hungerlessending == false] You near the shower. Not a little uncomfortable from how much you've ingested in such a short amount of time, you begin to wonder if some hot, steaming water might help your little predicament. It's probably the closest thing you could ever get to a full body massage - wouldn't that come in handy right about now. But can you even fit in that little bath of yours anymore? Thinking about it, wasn't the last time you tried a proper bath when you first moved in? You can try, but there's a very real and very embarassing risk you might get stuck there. [[Draw a bath->bath cutscene part one]] [else] The house's plumbing still works, but you wouldn't want to wake your husband with the sound of running water. Plus, you already had a shower before bed, so it's hardly needed. [continued] {link to: 'bathroom', label: 'Back'}

When you happen to wake up in the dead of night, it's usually because you have to go to the bathroom - this doesn't currently appear to be the case. Whatever woke you up wasn't your bladder. The cold, white ceramics of your toilet will have to wait a little more. {link to: 'bathroom', label: 'Back'}

An old beat-up scale your mother bought you a few years back. Not as a mean prank or anything like that, more like an inside joke between you two. It's a well-known fact around town that women in your family have a tendency to pack a fair amount of pounds once married. Something about your genes getting real worried you're going to starve once your husband is seen stealing from your fridge. As of now, the rumor seems to be holding up. [[Step on.]] {link to: 'bathroom', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] With a careful arching of your body, you reach for the hot valve and turn the water on. [after 5 second; append] As you wait for it to get filled, you akwardly start to undress. [after 7 second; append] Top to bottom, you find your chest bouncing downward. [after 9 second; append] You're now completely naked - safe for the elastic on your newly crafted girl bun, to not let your hair get soaking wet: it's one thing to risk waking your husband with running water and another being certain of it with an hairdryer. [after 13 second] Speaking of running water, you turn it off at what you assume is a safe water level. [after 16 second; append] You can feel the steam reaching upwards, inviting you in. [[Slide inside.->bath cutscene part two]]

[after 2 second] As delicate as you'd like to be, your slide inside the bath is more of a controlled tumble. [after 5 second; append] The first thing that hits you is the clear realization you've put way too much water: even on an empty stomach it would've been a tight squeeze. [after 9 second; append] The more of you inside the water, the more water gets wasted on the floor. [after 12 second; append] Although, you've wasted more than just water, haven't you? There are way too many bubbles surrounding you. [after 16 second] And yet, this feels amazing. [after 18 second; append] The water temperature is just right for your constrained insides and outsides to relax and distend. [after 21 second; append] You feel way less pressure inside of you - thank god for that. [after 24 second; append] In your serenity, you slide further into the bath, softly burping out the now emancipated gas. [after 28 second] Amusingly, even with your excess of water, your swollen gut can be seen emerging from the dlimly lit sea. [after 32 second; append] A broad, belly-buttoned island among the bubbles. [after 35 second; append] Now prefectly silent, you can hear it gurgling above the sound of your heartbeat. [[Relax...->bath cutscene part three]] [[Step out.->bath cutscene final]]

[after 2 second] As the warm water and soothing bubbles embrace you, you can't help but feel... [after 4 second; append] well, comfortable. [after 6 second; append] Your body starts to relax and you can feel the tension in your muscles slowly ebbing away. [after 10 second] You feel the water dripping from the tap, the bubbles popping - [after 13 second; append] soon enough, you also feel your breathing turning deep and slow. [after 17 second] You've never felt more at peace. [after 19 second; append] You begin to drift off into a deep sleep, your body still gently bobbing as the water ripples gently around you. [after 23 second] [[Zzzzz....zzz...->bath cutscene part four]]

[after 2 second] Ok then, Emily: you've had enough. [after 4 second] Even more awkardly than how you entered, you step out of the now lukewarm bath water. [after 7 second; append] You stand there, waiting for a wave of cold to hit you - strangely enough, that doesn't happen. [after 10 second; append] What does happen instead is the sheer weight of your belly realizing itself once again, now no longer helped by the bouyancy of the water. [after 14 second; append] Boy, that little excursion really helped you build up a new-found appetite. [after 18 second] Begrudgingly, you dry yourself up with some clean towels, and step back into your tight clothes - [after 21 second; append] thankfully, you put them over the toilet, and not on the ground. {link to: 'bathroom', label: 'Back'}

firstscale: firstscale + 1 -- [if firstscale => 1] You step on the scale. You even hear the ding that tells you it's ready. But that's about it: it's too dark to see the number, and you don't feel like reaching down for a closer look. What do you think it's going to say? `"Wow, Emily, you sure have gained since last time!"` As if you weren't aware of it. [continued] {link to: 'bathroom', label: 'Back'}

{link to: 'guest bedroom', label: 'Back'}

[if Gutsense == false; if Umbrella == false] You hesitate in the doorway. The rain is coming down in sheets outside, the sky lit up intermittently by flashes of lightning. Beyond the porch is the dim outline of your garden. Unfortunately, you can't venture out into the dark without something to cover yourself from the rain - well, you could, but do your really want to? {link to: 'kitchen', label: 'Back'} [if Gutsense == false; if Umbrella == true] With your umbrella held tightly in your hand, you step out into the garden. The rain patters above you, a sound that would be comforting if not for the fact that you just stepped into a storm wearing your pajama. Moonlight washes over your garden, casting long shadows on the damp [append] [if Gutsense == false; if Umbrella == true; if gluttonytome == true; if grass == false] [[grass.->Grass picked up]] [append] [if Gutsense == false; if Umbrella == true; if gluttonytome == false; if grass == false] [append] grass. [append] [if Gutsense == false; if Umbrella == true; if gluttonytome == true; if grass == true] [append] grass. [if Gutsense == false; if Umbrella == true] You can vaguely make out the shape of the [[⛺garden shed->garden shed]] through the rain, it's wooden door creaking at every gust of wind. Hurring back onto the porch is the entrance to the [[🍽️kitchen->kitchen]]. [continue] [if Gutsense == true] The rain has stopped, leaving the air crisp and the ground wet. Moonlight washes over your garden, casting long shadows on the damp [append] [if Gutsense == true; if gluttonytome == true; if grass == false] [[grass.->Grass picked up]] [continue] [append] [if Gutsense == true; if gluttonytome == false; if grass == false] grass. [continue] [append] [if Gutsense == true; if gluttonytome == true; if grass == true] grass. [continue] [if Gutsense == true] The [[⛺garden shed->garden shed]] stands in the distance, looking ominous as you'd expect to at this hour of the night. Stepping back onto the porch is the entrance to the [[🍽️kitchen->kitchen]]. [continue] [if calorieState == 'FULL'; if Bellysense == true] You can feel the weight of your meal making you sluggish. [if calorieState == 'STUFFED'; if Bellysense == true] You can feel the weight of your meal making you sluggish. [if calorieState == 'OVERSTUFFED'; if Bellysense == true] You can feel the weight of your meal making you sluggish.

The faucet still works during a blackout, but somehow the idea of taking a shower surrounded by complete darkness seems a little dangerous. Even if you'd only be taking a few minutes. {link to: 'Bathroom Ground Floor', label: 'Back'}

You enter the basement's bathroom: a cold, cramped space you've barely used since you bought the house. Because why would you? Contrary to the other two you have above, this room hasn't been decorated that much - case in point, there isn't even a mirror. Still, to your left is a [[toilet->toilet 3]]. Behind you is the door to the rest of the [[basement]].

Weights: Weights + 1 -- [if Weights == 1] Sitting on top of a metal structure, you can spot some dusty weights. How do you know they're dusty, you ask? Well, you haven't used them in a long, long time. You've had lost interest in excercise way before moving into this house. With how much trouble you've had to go through to bring them here, it would've been better to give them away. [continue] [if Weights => 2] But was it you that wanted to take them to the new house? No, that was your husband. He really did try to make you pick them up again, uh? You know him well enough to know he didn't mean anything rude by that: he just wanted you to be a little bit healtier, he never really minded about your weight. If anything, he kind of likes you've grown... Recently, he can't keep his eyes off you... [continue] {link to: 'basement', label: 'Back'}

Oh, wow, you had forgotten about this. Having abandoned your light weightlifting, you shortly tried to keep yourself in shape with this stationary bike. The results were...mixed? It made for some okay exercise, but the seat was just...ugh! It was so damn uncounfortable. In the end, it only made your transition from the gym to the couch all the more understandable. [if calorieState == 'OVERSTUFFED'] Now, as you struggle to catch your breath, the exercise bike seems like a distant memory, almost mocking you with its presence. As if it could handle the weight of your now massive, overstuffed belly anyway. [continued] {link to: 'basement', label: 'Back'}

You flick some of the switches around, but nope, that doesn't seem to do anything. The whole neighborhood - hell, the whole city could be having a blackout. {link to: 'basement', label: 'Back'}

You enter the cramped laundry room connected to your bathroom. Right in front of you is the [[washing machine]]. To your right is a [[cupboard]] with a [[pile of clothes]] on top of it [if Stepstooltaken == false] [append] and a [[stepping stool]] right next to it. [else] [append] . [continue] Behind you is the door back to the [[🛀bathroom->Bathroom Ground Floor]].

A white washing machine stands below you. Thanks to the storm outside, your laundry is not going to be ready to hang out to dry tomorrow. What a shame. {link to: 'laundry room', label: 'Back'}

[if Stepstooltaken == false] It's too high up for you to reach! How unfortunate. [if Stepstooltaken == true; if Stepstoolused == false] You'd assume that the step stool would help you to finally get to the cupboard... nope. Try as you might, you still can't reach it. Why did the previous owners of this house install it this high up? What's the point? [if Stepstooltaken == true; if Stepstoolused == true] It's too high up for you to reach! How unfortunate. [continued] {link to: 'laundry room', label: 'Back'}

Haystack: Haystack + 1 -- [if Haystack == 1] A much bigger pile of clothes than you'd think the washing machine can hold. Well, it's dark in here, so you might just be imaginining things. Could you even spot a certain piece of clothing if you wanted to? Like searching for...what's that saying? A stick in a... haystack? That doesn't sound right. [if Haystack == 2] A stuck in a haystack? A mouse in a car? A pin in a purse? What was it? [if Haystack == 3] Oh, right: a needle in a haystack! That's it! [if Haystack >= 4] A much bigger pile of clothes than you'd think the washing machine can hold. Well, it's dark in here, so you might just be imaginining things. Could you even spot a certain piece of clothing if you wanted to? It would be like searching for a needle in a haystack! [continue] [if Pantrykey == false; if Keybudge == 1; if Crowbar == false] [[Look through->Search key]] [if Pantrykey == false; if Keybudge == 2; if Crowbar == false] [[Look through->Search key]] [if Pantrykey == false; if Keybudge == 3; if Crowbar == false] [[Look through->Key]] [continue] {link to: 'laundry room', label: 'Back'}

Pantrykeys: true Crowbar: false Keybudge: Keybudge +1 -- Shirts, socks, skirts...finally, your fingertips touch something rugged and heavier than most other induments. Finally: Jake's jeans! You quickly check the pockets and what do you know, there's something there. At first you think they might be coin, but no, they aren't. Why the hell did your husband have what you assume to be the pantry's keys in his pockets? Better yet, why did he lock the door? {link to: 'pile of clothes', label: 'Back'}

Keybudge: Keybudge +1 -- [if Keybudge == 2] Unable to distinguish between induments, your best course of action is to just feel around, occasionally picking whatever you found up and in front of the window. Strangely enough, all that you can pick from the top level is mostly yours: a bra, some undies, and a small jacket. Still no jeans. [continue] [if Keybudge == 3] Continuing your search, you've now reached what you can recognize, from size alone, as your table cloth. You sure won't be using it for lunch tomorrow. Maybe not even the day after: you've still got to buy a dryer. It's about time! [continue] {link to: 'laundry room', label: 'Back'}

Cheddarcheese: true Pantrydef: Pantrydef + 1 calories: calories + 2488 -- You pick up what you remeber being a sizeable amount of cheddar, and immediately bite into it. As you continue, you find it more solid than you had imagined it being - shouldn't the holes help out? If anything, it only makes it harder to fit the remaining shape into your gut. It does, but it doesn't feel great. [if Pantrydef == 6] {link to: 'Pantry cutscene part 2', label: 'Back'} [unless Pantrydef == 6] {link to: 'pantry', label: 'Back'} [continued]

pringles: true Pantrydef: Pantrydef + 1 calories: calories + 956 -- You open the pringle container, and to your dismay, find it half empty already. How dare....actually, nevermind, it was probably you that previously opened them. Oh well, it's not like you're throwing away the rest -au contraire. You know what they say: once you pop, you never stop. That also applies to unknown flavoured chips: by the last one, you still haven't figured out what the dust on top of them was supposed to be. Pizza, maybe? BBQ? [if Pantrydef == 6] {link to: 'Pantry cutscene part 2', label: 'Back'} [unless Pantrydef == 6] {link to: 'pantry', label: 'Back'} [continued]

sprite: true Pantrydef: Pantrydef + 1 calories: calories + 370 -- After all of this food, this 2 liter bottle of gas-inducing Sprite does come in handy. As you start to chug, you try your best not to fixate yourself on the flavor: you don't actually like it that much. That's beside the point though, isn't it? You chug, and chug and chug, but it's not like you're even thirsty at this point: you're just being greedy. As your belly expands to accomodate the enourmous quantity of carbonated soda you ingest, you reach the end of the bottle. It really comes at not surprise you soon after find yourself unable to stop burping. [if Pantrydef == 6] {link to: 'Pantry cutscene part 2', label: 'Back'} [unless Pantrydef == 6] {link to: 'pantry', label: 'Back'} [continued]

Hershey: true Pantrydef: Pantrydef + 1 calories: calories + 214 -- You pick up the chocolate bar and begin chewing at it, completely disregarding the square grid. In fact, just for the fun of it, you try to bite as much squares as you can in one go: it's 8, then another 8. You'll do better next time. [if Pantrydef == 6] {link to: 'Pantry cutscene part 2', label: 'Back'} [unless Pantrydef == 6] {link to: 'pantry', label: 'Back'} [continued]

butterstick: true Pantrydef: Pantrydef + 1 calories: calories + 810 -- In your crazed state of gluttony, not even the butter is spared. You unwrap the yellowy block as if it was a candy bar, open wide, and take a big, slimey chunk out of it. A single bite is enough to make you feel sick -nonetheless, you continue on. On the last lick of the wrapper, your stomach feels significantly heavier, but you can't deny the results: you're extremely aroused. [if Pantrydef == 6] {link to: 'Pantry cutscene part 2', label: 'Back'} [unless Pantrydef == 6] {link to: 'pantry', label: 'Back'} [continued]

beerbottle: true Pantrydef: Pantrydef + 1 calories: calories + 154 -- As you chug on the bottle of beer, you only wish you had more at your disposal. A bottle is nothing to you! It's aboviously not enough to get you tipsy -it's not even making you fill all that fuller. Still, as you finish the cold liquid, you feel something else rising up your throat. BUUUuuuurpp.... Well then, at least it managed to make a little more space inside of you... [if Pantrydef == 6] {link to: 'Pantry cutscene part 2', label: 'Back'} [unless Pantrydef == 6] {link to: 'pantry', label: 'Back'} [continued]

Gutsense: true Phonesense: true -- [after 2 second] In the midst of your glottounous frenzy, you begin to slow down: all this food, although it didn't feel like it, is taking its toll on you. [after 6 second] As you finish all edible things inside your pantry, and, as before, you regain control, you're now also painfully aware of how stuffed you are. [after 10 second; append] Full doesn't even begin to describe it - [after 11 second; append] you can feel pain coming from inside your swollen beachball of a belly. [after 14 second] What have you done to yourself, Emily? [after 16 second; append] What's happening to you? [after 18 second] You didn't have to eat all of this - to make yourself this much of a pig. [after 20 second; append] Why can't you stop? [after 22 second] [[And why does it feel so...->Pantry cutscene 3]]

bareater: 0 -- [after 2 second] Slowly but surely, you get up from the bare mattress you were snoozing on and take a look around you. [after 5 second; append] Surrounded by boxes of all sizes, you realize you are inside your new house - with how much you had to move about, it's no wonder you took a short nap. [after 9 second; append] You don't remember yourself making the decision, but it doesn't matter, it was probably for the best: with how stressed you've gotten around having to move out a bit of sleep was due. [after 13 second] About an hour by the looks of it... you should probably get back to your husband. [after 16 second] [[Continue->Get up]]

[after 2 second] As you stand up, you see your lean shadow being cast by the summer sunset, directly onto the bedroom door. [after 5 second; append] You take a minute to contemplate it: while it's obviously slanted, your mind can't but find some extra padding on your waist. [after 9 second; append] Though, it's nothing you're particulary worried about, is it? [after 12 second; append] Stressful times have always led to you gaining weight, and this is no different. [after 16 second] You pass a hand over your yellow tee and sure enough, what's underneath is a soft, but innocuous layer. [after 20 second; append] As long as it doesn't mean getting a new pair of jeans, it's fine by you. [after 24 second] In fact, your tummy is making it known that your nap has gotten it hungry. [after 27 second; append] Let's see if there's any snacks lying around in the kitchen before getting back to work. [after 31 second] [[Continue->Pre Bedroom]]

You find yourself inside what is soon to be decorated as your bedroom. Behind you is a [[mattress]] and a fair share of miscellaneous [[boxes->pre boxes]]. Behind them is the room's [[window->pre bedroom window]]. You can [[⤴️exit->pre top corridor]] the room by going through the door to your right. [continued]

There are some cardboard boxes on the floor, full of clothes and all the necessary stuff you should need for a day or two, without having to bother searching inside all of the other ones you've got all around the house. {link to: 'Pre Bedroom', label: 'Back'}

Just a simple mattress you two haphazardly dropped on the floor - the house didn't come with a bed frame, so this will be the next best thing for a couple of days. You could spare to put some sheets on top of it though, you have plenty of those lying around. {link to: 'Pre Bedroom', label: 'Back'}

Warm, orange light. Too much of it, really, you should stop looking at it directly, it can't be good for your eyes. {link to: 'Pre Bedroom', label: 'Back'}

You are on the first floor of your house. Your [[🛏️bedroom->Pre Bedroom]] is right in front of you, while behind you are the stairs to the [[🛋️living room->pre living room]]. On your left is [[✋🛏️another room->pre guest bedroom]] you've still got to decide what to make of it, and if you need to, you know that on your right is also the [[🛀bathroom->pre bathroom top floor]].

[if bareater == 0] You walk your way to the living room, onto ground floor. In front of you there's a [[couch->pre couch]] swarmed by a lot of brown [[boxes->pre boxes two]]. There's no sign of your husband Jake around the place, though you do spot a [[yellow post it]] fallen to the floor. Behind you are the stairs to the [[⤴️first floor->pre top corridor]] and the entrance to a second [[🛀bathroom->pre bathroom ground floor]]. To your left is the entrance to the [[🍽️kitchen->pre kitchen]] and the [[⤵️basement->pre basement]]. [else] Having had your afternoon snack, you get back to the living room, and so back to your endless toil. But you reckon there's no reason to be so cynical about it: sure, it'll take days, maybe even weeks to get all of these boxes out of the way, not to mention getting all the necessary furniture into their right place... but you've made it. After all that you and Jake have been through this year, you've finally made it into the house you have always strived for. Far from the constrained spaces of that inner city apartment, far from all that chaos and into the idyllic suburbia of your dreams - it almost doesn't feel real. [[What more could you ask for?->pre cutscene 1]] [continued]

[if Toiletgaffe == 0] At the sight of the room, your stomach knots itself: the four walls are all packed with boxes of all shapes. They are so many, you wouldn't even know where to first step to reach the ones in the back. Let's hope nothing important is there! [else] At the sight of the room, your stomach knots itself: the four walls are all packed with boxes of all shapes. They are so many, you wouldn't even know where to first step to reach the ones in the back. Speaking of which... isn't that the box containing all bathroom related stuff? You sigh: there's still a long and hardous journey ahead of you. [continue] {link to: 'pre top corridor', label: 'Back'}

Toiletgaffe: Toiletgaffe + 1 -- You near the bathroom's door, but don't actually feel the need to pay it a visit. Besides, you've still got to find where you've actually packed your toilet paper. That's a step you'll make sure not to miss. {link to: 'pre top corridor', label: 'Back'}

You find yourself inside your kitchen. It's surprisingly barebone, even lacking a fridge or a dishwasher, but for now it'll do. You can see that one of your [[cabinets->pre cabinet]] is half open. Right behind you is the [[🛋️living room->pre living room]], while on your left is the house's [[🌿entrance->pre entrance]].

The brand new couch you have bought for the new house's living room. While you've tried it before buying it at a sale, you've still got to give it a proper test. Let's hope you manage to find some other space for all these boxes in time for the evening. {link to: 'pre living room', label: 'Back'}

Just a frightening amount of cardboard boxes laid all around the room, some bigger, heavier and meanier than others. If there's a next time you're moving out, you're hiring someone to do it for you. {link to: 'pre living room', label: 'Back'}

You get down and reach for the post it on the ground. "Gone to get gym equipment!! Will be back by six xoxo" Hadn't you two decided to get all of that heavy stuff tomorrow? Jake must've found someone to help him with it - he better get some food on the way back, because you sure as hell don't want to get cooking tonight. {link to: 'pre living room', label: 'Back'}

You near the bathroom's door, but don't actually feel the need to pay it a visit. Besides, you and your husband weren't planning on using it right away: for now, it's more of a closet than anything else. {link to: 'pre living room', label: 'Back'}

You near the basement's staircase, but you wouldn't dream of visiting it in its current state. The previous owners might've improved on its previous, unfinished state right before they left, but that doesn't mean the place isn't a dusty mess. That's for tomorrow. {link to: 'pre living room', label: 'Back'}

[if pregranola == false; if prechocolate == false] You get closer to the cabinet only to see it's mostly empty - with the notable exception of two candy bars sat right at the bottom. Judging by how crumpled they are, these must've journeyed along with you from the old apartment. You see that one is a [[chocolate bar->pre chocolate bar]] and the other a [[granola snack->pre granola bar]]. Why are these the only things that made it through? You could've really gone for something more. [if pregranola == true; if prechocolate == false] You get closer to the cabinet only to see it's mostly empty - with the notable exception of one candy bar sat right at the bottom, right next to the wrapper of the one you just ate. Judging by how crumpled it is, it must've journeyed along with you from the old apartment. Inspect all you want, it's the same [[chocolate bar->pre chocolate bar]] you just snobbed a couple of seconds ago. [if pregranola == false; if prechocolate == true] You get closer to the cabinet only to see it's mostly empty - with the notable exception of one candy bar sat right at the bottom, right next to the wrapper of the one you just ate. Judging by how crumpled it is, it must've journeyed along with you from the old apartment. Inspect all you want, it's the same [[granola snack->pre granola bar]] you just snobbed a couple of seconds ago. [if pregranola == true; if prechocolate == true] You get closer to the cabinet only to see it's completely, utterly empty - safe for two wrappers resting at the bottom. You should probably throw them away at some point. [continued] {link to: 'pre kitchen', label: 'Back'}

Oh no, you aren't getting away from your duties that easily. There's still so much to go through! Tomorrow you'll ample time to visit the overgrown forest of a garden you have. {link to: 'pre kitchen', label: 'Back'}

bareater: bareater +1 prechocolate: true -- [if bareater > 1] But dinner is so far from now! Eyeing back to the remaining chocolate bar, you can't stop yourself from unwrapping that as well. You happily bite into cocoa, savoring its sweet and creamy taste. As you reach the end, you feel your spirits rising and the stress of the move fading away: you really needed that. [else] There really is no choice here, is there? You happily tear open the chocolate bar, savoring its sweet and creamy taste. As you bite into it, you feel your spirits rising and the stress of the move fading away. Still a little hungry, though. Oh well, you'll just have to wait for dinner to come. [continued] {link to: 'pre kitchen', label: 'Back'}

bareater: bareater +1 pregranola: true -- [if bareater > 1] But dinner is so far from now! Eyeing back to the remaining granola, you can't stop yourself from unwrapping that as well. You take a bite: while its crunchy texture and sweet taste make for a satisfying snack, it would've really benefited from some chocolate chips. Then again, you just had some, so it's not that big of a deal. As you reach the end, you feel your spirits rising and the stress of the move fading away: you really needed those few extra calories. [else] Well, you should start your diet somewhere, shouldn't you? You take a bite of the granola snack: while its crunchy texture and sweet taste make for a satisfying snack, it does leave your belly asking for more. Oh well: you'll just have to wait for dinner to come. [continued] {link to: 'pre kitchen', label: 'Back'}

backflash: true -- [after 2 second] For all of these boxes to disappear, obviously. [after 4 second; append] But life isn't fun enough if your back doesn't give out, is it now? [after 7 second; append] Going against your innate sense of laziness, you pick one of the biggest carboard boxes, and carefully make your way over to the stairs. [after 11 second; append] No, wait, definitely too heavy for you to handle. [after 14 second] You make do with two smaller ones in place of it, leaving the big one for your husband. [after 17 second; append] He not only managed to pick up and carry you around on your wedding day, that big ol'jerk also promised he will be able to do the very same once his housewife get's fat and compleacent. [after 22 second] [[~Well then, we'll see if that holds true...~->garage]]

[after 2 second] ...good? [after 3 second; append] Why is it that after all that you have gorged on, the strongest emotion inside of you isn't guilt, but pleasure? [after 6 second] Your undies are soaked, you nipples firm... [after 8 second; append] god, you've gotten so big already.... [after 10 second; append] so fucking fat... [after 11 second; append] you could really go for more. [after 14 second] Afterall, if this is where stuffing yourself has got you, why not follow through with it? [after 17 second] As it happened back in the kitchen, you stop feeling ashamed of yourself, and are hungry again. [after 20 second; append] There's got to be more around the house. [after 22 second] [[There has to be.->Empty pantry]]

You find yourself inside the cramped space that is your pantry. On the floor, you recognize the shape of an [[empty bottle]] and a [[chocolate wrapper]]. [if calorieState == 'STUFFED'; if stuckcutscene == false] Behind you is the [[🍽️kitchen->stuck cutscene]]. [if calorieState == 'OVERSTUFFED'; if stuckcutscene == false] Behind you is the [[🍽️kitchen->stuck cutscene]]. [if calorieState == 'BLOATED'] Behind you is the [[kitchen]]. [if calorieState == 'FULL'] Behind you is the [[kitchen]]. [if stuckcutscene == true] Behind you is the [[kitchen]]. [if calorieState == 'OVERSTUFFED'; if stuckcutscene == true] Behind you is the [[kitchen]]. [note] As you stand among the remnants of your binge, you can't help but feel a pang of guilt. The evidence of your indulgence surrounds you - empty bags, crumpled wrappers, and discarded containers litter the shelves. You know you should feel ashamed, but all you can think about is how good it all tasted. [continued]

[if calorieState == 'TOO FULL'] An empty bottle of Sprite lies discarded on the floor in front of the door. You grimace as you feel the sharp bubbles of the sugary liquid burst against your tongue, the faint aftertaste of lemon-lime lingering in your mouth. You try to ignore the tightness around your waistband, the subtle bloating that wasn't there when you first started. Sure, the soda is carbonated, mostly air... but that doesn't stop the uncomfortable fullness spreading across your midriff, your once-loose pajamas now snug against your swollen belly. You try to suppress a burp, but the carbonation bubbles back up your throat, causing your distended stomach to let out a small gurgle. That can't have calories, right? But the bloating, the uncomfortable stretching of your stomach... you can't deny you've had more than enough. [else] [if calorieState == 'STUFFED'] An empty bottle of Sprite lies discarded on the floor in front of the door. You grimace as you feel the sharp bubbles of the sugary liquid burst against your tongue, the faint aftertaste of lemon-lime lingering in your mouth. You try to ignore the tightness around your waistband, the subtle bloating that wasn't there when you first started. Sure, the soda is carbonated, mostly air... but that doesn't stop the uncomfortable fullness spreading across your midriff, your once-loose pajamas now snug against your swollen belly. You try to suppress a burp, but the carbonation bubbles back up your throat, causing your distended stomach to let out a small gurgle. That can't have calories, right? But the bloating, the uncomfortable stretching of your stomach... you can't deny you've had more than enough. [else] [if calorieState == 'OVERSTUFFED'] A discarded bottle of Sprite sits idly on the floor before the door, its label peeling off due to condensation. It's a testament to your unabashed indulgence, evidence of the gluttonous feast you've engaged in. The sugary aftertaste of the soda still lingers on your tongue, its carbonation having bloated your belly even further. A faint burp escapes your lips, bringing with it the sour taste of overindulgence. You wince as you shift your weight, your overfull stomach protesting the movement. The waistband of your pajamas digs into your flesh, the seams straining against your engorged belly. You let out a small sigh, your mind fuzzy with the uncomfortable fullness. You tell yourself it's just air, that the carbonation doesn't count. But the overstretched feeling of your belly, the tight pull of your pajamas against your swollen gut... it tells you otherwise. [else] An empty bottle of Sprite, just thrown onto the floor and in front of the door. It can't be healthy to consume that much soda in one go. Though, technically, isn't it mostly air? It's carbonated, isn't it? That can't have calories in it. Well, this might spare you some pounds, but you're sure as hell still very much bloated...urp... {link to: 'Empty pantry', label: 'Back'}

You look down at the shiny wrapper once containing chocolate. That bar looked so small when you ate it, but, looking closer... Was that an XL? You can't tell, but you do remeber your husband buying one last time you went for groceries. How did you manage to down the whole thing in so little time? {link to: 'Empty pantry', label: 'Back'}

Banana: true calories: calories + 315 -- One by one, you unwrap the three remaining bananas and slide them inside your throat. Now, one thing about you not everyone knows, is that you've got no actual gag reflex. At the very least, it takes a while to kick in -which it does on the final banana, forcing you to chew it beforehand. You should really stop doing otherwise, your gut cannot find those whole fruits enjoyable to digest.

Kiwi: true calories: calories + 42 -- You chew the kiwi down, not even giving half a thought about either peeling it or cutting it in half. It all goes down the hatch.

Phonesense: false Phonecheck: true -- You grab your phone, and watch as it unlocks before you. Apparently its face recognition manages to recognize you in the dark, which is nice. But then, why doesn't it work sometimes? It could've something to do with your new double chin, which admittedly gets more noticeable when you're sat down or laying on the bed. Well, you'll think about making a new scan later. You now have a source of light with you - not a lasting one judging by your phone's battery, but still, it might work to make way into darker sections of the house. You just need to be careful with how much you use it, that's all. [[Check notifications->notifications]] [[Check your gallery->gallery]] [if Orderdone == false] [[Order something->order]] [continue] {link to: 'living room', label: 'Turn off'}

TopcorridorCutscene: true calorieState (calories < 718): 'EMPTY' calorieState (calories > 718 && calories <= 2146): 'BLOATED' calorieState (calories > 2146 && calories <= 8608): 'FULL' calorieState (calories > 8608 && calories <= 11500): 'STUFFED' calorieState (calories > 11500): 'OVERSTUFFED' -- [after 2 second] As you walk by the corridor, you manage not to fall down or hit something with the help of the generous moonlight emanating from the windows on your right. [after 5 second; append] It's dark out, though not as much as you'd expect. [after 7 second] The step of your feet hitting the carpet is made all the more insignificant by the light murmur of the rain hitting your's house's roof. [after 10 second; append] It's raining heavily, and with no sign of it ever slowing down in the hours that will follow. [[Keep going.->top corridor]]

Orderseeker: true -- Well sure, it might be late, but you can always try to order something from a 24/7 restaurant. Can't you? It feels wrong to force a delivery boy to come all the way to your house in the middle of the night, but hey - you could really go for some burgers from Bloater's. Not that it matters, really: with no electricity you've got no wi-fi, and whatever is affecting the grid has also removed your phone's internet connection. Well, maybe there's a room in your house you'd have better luck inside of? You're pulling at straws here, but keeping an eye on it might worth a shot. {link to: 'Phone', label: 'Back'}

[if calorieState == 'BLOATED'] Somewhat bored, you open up your phone's gallery. The photos, you notice, act like a timeline of the past few months. Not much further than that though, as you haven't bothered to move your previous phone's file over to this one. Most of the one featuring you are taken by Jake, with a few noticeable and saucy exemptions in front of the mirror. A wife has to provide something extra for her husband sometimes - just enough to keep him going. The weight you've put on hasn't seemed to bother him a bit, which is odd, but you can't complain. Scrolling through your most recent ones, you can spot some notable events by the density of pictures related to them: namely, [[a night out]] with your friends, [[your days spent at the lake]] in autumn, and [[a wedding you attended]] just a few weeks ago. [if calorieState == 'FULL'] Somewhat bored, you open up your phone's gallery. The photos, you notice, act like a timeline of the past few months. Not much further than that though, as you haven't bothered to move your previous phone's file over to this one. Most of the ones featuring you are taken by Jake, with a few noticeable and saucy exemptions in front of the mirror. A wife has to provide something extra for her husband sometimes - just enough to keep him going. The weight you've put on hasn't seemed to bother him a bit, which is odd, but you can't complain. Scrolling through your most recent ones, you can spot some notable events by the density of pictures related to them: namely, [[a barbecue at the park]] with your friends, [[your days spent at the beach]] in the summer, and [[a family gathering]] just a few weeks ago. [if calorieState == 'STUFFED'] Feeling restless, you open up your phone's gallery. The photos, you notice, act like a timeline of the past few months. Not much further than that though, as you haven't bothered to move your previous phone's files over to this one. Most of the ones featuring you are taken by Jake, with a few noticeable and saucy exemptions in front of the mirror. A wife has to provide something extra for her husband sometimes - just enough to keep him going. The weight you've put on hasn't seemed to bother him a bit, which is odd, but you can't complain. Scrolling through your most recent ones, you can spot some notable events by the density of pictures related to them: namely, [[a marathon you participated in]] a few years back, [[your days spent rock climbing]] when you were at your peak fitness, and [[a bike tour you joined]] with your friends. [if calorieState == 'OVERSTUFFED'] ***Accidentally scrolling back up, your eyes fall on a [[mysterious photo]] you don't remember taking.*** [continued] {link to: 'Phone', label: 'Back'}

{link to: 'Phonewithline', label: 'Back'}

You drop down your notification bar, uncovering hundreds of miscelaneous apps and games begging you for your attention. You ignore every single one of them - as one should -, finding no real message from friends or natural disasters alerts. Your zone is prone to tornado drills every once in awhile, so it's good to check. {link to: 'Phone', label: 'Back'}

You grab your phone, and watch as it unlocks before you. Apparently its face recognition manages to recognize you in the dark, which is nice. But then, why doesn't it work sometimes? It could've something to do with your new double chin, which admittedly gets more noticeable when you're sat down or laying on the bed. Well, you'll think about making a new scan later. You now have a source of light with you - not a lasting one judging by your phone's battery, but still, it might work to make way into darker sections of the house. You just need to be careful with how much you use it, that's all. [[Check notifications->notifications2]] [note] [[Check your socials->socials]] [continued] [if Orderdone == false] [[Order something->orderforreal]] [continue] {link to: 'guest bedroom', label: 'Turn off'}

You drop down your notification bar, uncovering hundreds of miscelaneous apps and games begging you for your attention. You ignore every single one of them - as one should -, finding no real message from friends that might've concerned you. Oh wait, here's what made that ding: apparently, this room has got exactly one bar of connection! That ought to be enough. {link to: 'Phonewithline', label: 'Back'}

Well, now that you've got access to the internet... how about that delivery you were thinking about? You're not even able to finish your thought that you find yourself clicking on the app's icon and scrolling through the available restaurants. As you'd expect, most are either closed or way too far from the suburbs to make it in a timely manner. But some aren't. Three in particular spark your interest: [[Bloater's]], [[Noodle Emporium]] and [[Fondue Factory]]. To be honest, while you've heard of all of them, you're only aquainted with the first. From their names alone, the other two could be promising... {link to: 'Phonewithline', label: 'Back'}

Bloaterrestaurant: true -- You decide to order from Bloater's, your go-to place for all things greasy and unhealthy. It's a small diner that has been around since your college days, but one you've only got properly aquainted with this year. You order their signature dish: the one and only "Belly-Buster Burger". It's a triple patty cheeseburger with bacon, egg, onion rings and a whole lot of cheese. It's the kind of burger that you'd need three hands to hold, and one you'd need a nap afterwards to digest. You can already feel your stomach growling in anticipation. [[Confirm->order follow-up cutscene]]

Noodleemporium: true -- You decide to order from Noodle Emporium - a chinese restaurant (or is it a kiosk? You can't tell) that specializes in serving fresh, handmade noodles. From the sound of it, it's the perfect place to get a filling, comforting meal. Or midnight snack, in your case. You decide to order some of the restaurants most highly rated dishes: beef lo mein, pork dumplings, egg rolls and a side of wonton soup. [[Confirm->order follow-up cutscene]]

founduefactory: true -- Ugh, you can't resist: you've got to order something from Foundue Factory. A restaurant specializing entirely in different kinds of cheeses and cheese foundues? It's like it was made for you. Fuck it. You decide to go for their alledgedly "World Famous Selection": a proposterous fondue bowl with a variety of different cheeses and sauces to go with it. You've never heard of anything more fattening than this, and honestly? You need to taste some. [[Confirm->order follow-up cutscene]]

Orderinmotion: true Orderdone: true -- [after 2 second] As you click the red button to confirm your ludicrously expensive order, a timer starts. [after 5 second; append] To your surprise, your delivery is only going to take 15 minutes - if the driver is found in time, that is... [after 8 second] Oh wait, they've already found one. [after 10 second; append] That was quick! [after 12 second; append] Well, it's set then. All you need to do now is just wait for the timer to go off, and enjoy your meal. {link to: 'Phonewithline', label: 'Back'}

Orderinmotion: false -- Your food has arrived already, and if you're not quick about it, it'll get cold. And let's not forget about the fact that this cost you well over 30 dollars, Emily. Are you really about to waste that much money? [[Inspect Note->Delivery Message]] [if founduefactory == true] [[Eat.->delivery eat Fondue]] [continue] [if Noodleemporium == true] [[Eat.->delivery eat Noodle]] [continue] [if Bloaterrestaurant == true] [[Eat.->delivery eat Bloater]] [continue]

calories: calories + 2992 -- [after 2 second] The single cardboard container in front of you is filled with various dishes from Bloater's: from the signature Belly-buster Burger, to their classic French Fries, to their infamous Onion Rings - [after 6 second; append] all freely roaming and mixing with each other's juices. Just how you've come to appretiate it. [after 9 second] Oh, and there's also a large soda to your right. That'll come in handy. [after 12 second] You start by picking up the burger. [after 14 second; append] It's huge. [after 15 second; append] Two hands are needed to hold it, and a multitude of bites to finish it. [after 18 second; append] Oh, god: the beef is so juicy and the cheese is so melty. [after 21 second; append] The bacon, egg, and onion rings just add that extra crunch and flavor you were looking for. [after 24 second; append] The bun is soft and fluffy, just like a cloud. [after 27 second] [[Continue->delivery eat Bloater 2]]

calories: calories + 1597 -- [after 2 second] You can't help but be impressed. [after 4 second; append] The containers are as stereotypical as you'd expect: thick paper boxes, with red and yellow Chinese characters printed on each side. [after 8 second] As you dig in, you're welcomed with a familiar wave of steam that comes off the lo mein. [after 11 second; append] Not only are the noodles cooked to the perfect al dente, but it's meat has been perfectly marinated. [after 14 second; append] It's so delicious you don't even care about how ungracefully you're stuffing your face. [after 17 second] [[Continue->delivery eat Noodle 2]]

calories: calories + 1968 -- [after 2 second] You can barely contain your glee as you tear through the large, white cardboard box on your table, its sides clearly strained by the enormous amount of cheese, sauces, and calories inside. [after 6 second] Sure enough, you now get to taste all of it. [after 9 second] The box is organised into several, smaller containers - each one filled to the brim with all kinds of cheeses and sauces. [after 13 second; append] A small, metal bowl is also included, with... a candle beneath it? [after 16 second; append] Oh, this is some D.I.Y kind of deal. [after 19 second] Following the instructions, you set up the bowl on your coffee table and light the candle, preparing for the feast. [after 23 second] You take a deep breath and start to assemble the foundue. [after 26 second; append] First, you pour in some of the cheese and sauces, stirring them together. [after 29 second; append] Then, you let the already melted foundue reheat - couldn't be any easier. [[Continue->delivery eat fondue 2]]

Orderinmotion: false -- [after 2 second] Careful not to spend too much of your time outside, you swiftly grab your delivery boxes and close the door behind you - [after 5 second; append] the last thing you need right now is to catch a cold. [after 8 second] The first thing you notice about the food containers is how heavy they feel. [after 11 second; append] But maybe it's your arms that have gotten weaker: when was the last time you found yourself lifting something heavy? [after 14 second; append] Probably the day you moved in, about two years ago. [after 16 second; append] Ugh! [after 18 second] Making a b-line for the living room, you place your food on top of the coffee table and your ass on top of the couch. [after 21 second; append] Jesus, how has this short excursion managed to get you out of breath? [after 24 second; append] This must have something to do with the fact that you've already gone through both a fridge and a pantry... [after 27 second; append] ooops. [after 29 second] Maybe getting a delivery was a bad idea afterall. [after 31 second] [[But it's too late now.->Delivery]]

Getting closer to catch a sniff from the mouth-watering aroma of the containers, your eyes spot a post-it note on top of them. "SORRY FOR LEAVING I TRIED RINGING AND ALSO SENT A MESSAGE" Oh, well, that explains it then. Without electricity, your doorbell doesn't work - you really should've thought of that. Not that it matters: the delivery gal has earned its tip anyways just for getting this to you, you'll send it through the app. {link to: 'Delivery', label: 'Back'}

calorieState (calories < 718): 'EMPTY' calorieState (calories > 718 && calories <= 2146): 'BLOATED' calorieState (calories > 2146 && calories <= 8608): 'FULL' calorieState (calories > 8608 && calories <= 11500): 'STUFFED' calorieState (calories > 11500): 'OVERSTUFFED' -- [after 2 second] Finally, with the the creamy concoction now bubbling, you grab a plate and start to enjoy it. [after 5 second; append] The foundue is rich and creamy, with a slight tang from all of the different cheeses. [after 8 second; append] You dip pieces of bread into it, savoring every bite. [after 11 second; append] You can feel your swollen stomach expanding even more as you eat, but you don't care: this is heavenly. [after 15 second] As the candle runs out and the bowl gets colder, you sit back on your couch and dribble the remaining contents into your gullet. [after 19 second; append] Some don't quite make it, reaching your rising chest instead, running down to your nipples. [after 22 second] You finally finish the meal, feeling much, much heavier than when you started. [if calorieState == 'OVERSTUFFED'; after 25 second] [[Continue->Delivery cutscene end]] [else; after 25 second] {link to: 'living room', label: 'Continue'}

calorieState (calories < 718): 'EMPTY' calorieState (calories > 718 && calories <= 2146): 'BLOATED' calorieState (calories > 2146 && calories <= 8608): 'FULL' calorieState (calories > 8608 && calories <= 11500): 'STUFFED' calorieState (calories > 11500): 'OVERSTUFFED' -- [after 2 second] In your gluttony, you haven't even bothered to grab a plate. [after 5 second; append] You don't care that your hands and face are covered in grease and ketchup. [after 8 second; append] You don't care that your stomach is starting to groan under the stress of all this flavour. [after 11 second; append] All that matters is that you finish the burger. [after 13 second; append] And you do - in record time. [after 16 second] You finish the rest of the snacks in the same fashion: [after 18 second; append] you shovel the French Fries into your mouth, barely bothering to chew; [after 21 second; append] you dip the Onion Rings into a mountain of ketchup and recklessly devour them. [after 24 second] Finally, you sit back, exhausted and stuffed. [after 27 second; append] You can barely believe you finished all of that in one sitting - that's only happened once before, and on an empty stomach. [after 31 second; append] You pat your belly and take a deep, satisfied breath. [if calorieState == 'OVERSTUFFED'; after 34 second] [[Continue->Delivery cutscene end]] [else; after 34 second] {link to: 'living room', label: 'Continue'}

You decide to focus on the photos of that recent night out you've had. Look at that: your friends, with their toned bodies and beautiful faces, look like they could be models. There's Lizzie, petite and petulant, followed by the tall and introverted Sharon. Then, there's the bubbly Mandy, with her infectious energy and her (thank god your not the only one) portly figure. All of them can be seen having the time of their lives in the photos, and you were too. You were all trying out different bars, from the chic and upscale ones to the rustic and down-to-earth ones. It was a great night, and you were all in high spirits. Jesus, what's up with this photo in particular? What had you drunk to make your belly look so much rounder than Mandy's? It must be the angle. {link to: 'gallery', label: 'Back'}

You meander your way through the photos of your days out at the lake. You remember how adventurous you felt, and the scenery is, of course, breathtaking. The lake is a stunning blue hue, with the trees in the background a dazzling yellow. You can tell you were feeling great, too. You can just hear it through the pictures: the way you were cuddled up in each other's arms, the way you were laughing as Jake petted the ducs. Surrounded by so much nature and walking everyday, you actually came back from this camping trip having lost something like 5 pounds. Probably the biggest weight loss you've had since becoming a stay at home wife, now that you think about it. It didn't take long for you to gain them all back: just a couple of evenings parked on the couch with a pint of ice cream on your lap. {link to: 'gallery', label: 'Back'}

As you scroll through the pictures of the wedding you attended a few weeks ago, you can't help but feel a little embarrassed. The dress you opted for was so tight, it felt like it was going to burst open at any moment - and when you compare yourself with the pictures of the other women there, you realize it wasn't just your imagination. Safe for the bride herself, Anna, of course. You distintily remember hearing the seams of her dress crakle under her girth while talking to her. It didn't really come as a surprise when that gourgeous, silky trap tore right open while in the middle of a dance, exposing her sorry belly to all her friends. Yikes. Either way, it's best to stick with dresses that offer a little bit more of freedom next time, to make up for the reception buffet - you really don't care for something like that to happen to you. {link to: 'gallery', label: 'Back'}

Although you recognize yourself standing in front of the mirror, you can hardly make out any of your facial features. Who else would it be? Those short, black hair and puffy cheeks are unmistakably yours -as well as that, well, double chin. Your chest is also a pretty defining element, though, if you're to be completely honest with yourself, it's been clearly overshadowed by some...how should you put it...recent developments. If there's one thing your silhouette gives a better image of, it's how damn fat you've gotten. All of your heightened curves are shown for what they are - especially on your midsection. Your arms and ass have also made themselves noticeable, but not that much. Meanwhile, boy oh boy has your belly taken a hit. Even now, covered by your shining pajama and with nothing on the inside to strain it further, your belly's cosplay of a beachball has not been lost on you. How did it get so bad? It's strange, but you can't quite put your finger on it. Not yet. {link to: 'Bathroom Ground Floor', label: 'Back'}

You would've thought by now that you'd have some need for a toilet, but no, still nothing. Is that a bad sign or something? {link to: '🛀basement bathroom', label: 'Back'}

basementfridge: false basementdef: 0 -- [after 2 second] As you walk into the basement kitchen, you can feel it happening again. [after 4 second; append] For the third time this night, you feel yourself become hungry like never before - [after 6 second; append] only, this time, it's a lot better. [after 8 second] With all the pressure you've grown inside of you by gorging on everything that was around the house, comes a certain sense of pleasure that follows your gluttony. [after 12 second; append] This is it, Emily: your final stop. [after 15 second] You forcibly grab your swollen gut and loudly moan. [after 17 second; append] You're so close to actually being full. You can feel it. [after 19 second; append] You just a little more. [after 21 second] More. [after 23 second] [[Eat, Emily.->basement kitchen]]

basementfridge: true -- You frantically go down on your knees and open up the minifridge. It's old, dusty, somewhat loud and was a pain in the ass to bring with you from you previous house. And it wastes so much electricity, too! But it works, dammit, and has inside a [append] [if closedtray == false] [[closed tray]] [append] [else] open tray [append] [continued] and [append] [if tropicaljuice ==false] some [[tropical juice]] [append] [else] an empty bottle [append] [continued] [append] . {link to: 'basement kitchen', label: 'Back'}

[if counterslam = 0] You quickly scan the wooden counter, only catching some towels sitting on top of it. Damnit: you could swear you got a glimpse of some of Jake's protein shakes sat on top of it just this afternoon. Where have they gone? {link to: 'basement kitchen', label: 'Back'} [if counterslam <= 1] You open up the counter, letting the towels on top of it fall to the ground. Inside, there's everything you could've asked for: a [[protein shake->protein syrup cutscene]] and some [[chocolate syrup->protein syrup cutscene]] - probably some leftovers from Jake's last visit to the basement this very evening, before bed.

basementdef: basementdef + 1 closedtray: true calories: calories + 1410 -- Oh god. Is that another chocolate cake? As soon as you can recognize it, you lift the tray up and dig into it -no forks, no anything. Its flavourful glazing and inner chocolate layers are even better than you had imagined them being, and are rightfully driving you into a kind of erotic trance. You allow one hand to try and slide under your belly - it can't reach anything, but it was worth a shot. This time around it does take longer to gulp it all down, a clear sign of you getting properly stuffed. But you do force yourself into finishing all of it. [if basementdef == 3] [[Back->Basement Final cutscene]] [if basementdef == 2; if tropicaljuice == true] {link to: 'counter cutscene', label: 'Back'} [if basementdef == 1] {link to: 'basement fridge', label: 'Back'}

basementdef: basementdef + 1 tropicaljuice: true calories: calories + 1200 -- You pick up the container, though not without difficoulties - it both looks like and weights as much as you remember a gallon of store brand juice did. But that doesn't bother you. Soon enough, that gallon becomes less and less: three quarters, two, one... You throw the empty bottle on to the ground. You burp heavily: if it really was a whole bottle, then why does it feel heavier than two inside of your belly? It's unfair. But god, what a sugar rush... [if basementdef == 3] [[Back->Basement Final cutscene]] [if basementdef == 2; if tropicaljuice == true] {link to: 'counter cutscene', label: 'Back'} [if basementdef == 1] {link to: 'basement fridge', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] As you take in your surroundings and realize there's no more food to be had, you once again begin to regain control. [after 6 second; append] But... [after 7 second; append] it feels different. [after 9 second] Of course, you're still hungry, but somehow not as urgently. [after 12 second] [[And then it happens.->Basement final cutscene 2]]

counterslam: counterslam + 1 -- In your confused and agitated state, you are forced to slack on the side of the wall for a breather. There's so much inside of you, too much, but it feels so, so good! Stumbling off the white bricks, you mistakenly lounge for the counter, slamming your aching gut right into it. You hear a loud *CLICK* from below you. ... Wait, it was locked? And holy fuck, did your sheer, unadulterated weight manage to open it up? [[Look inside.->counter]]

basementdef: basementdef + 1 proteinsyrup: true calories: calories + 2000 -- You could get so much bigger. So much fatter. You pick up the protein shake, and start drinking it. As the thick sludge tasting of peanut butter enters your mouth, you stop yourself from going further. It's not ready yet. You let the chocolate syrup messily fill the cup to the brim (as it should've from the start), and resume your session. With every spoonful of sluge, your belly gets hotter and hotter, more and more swollen. It's a lot, too much to take in after all you've already had, but... Panting and wholeheartedly wet, you make it through. [if basementdef <= 3] [[Back->Basement Final cutscene]] [else] {link to: 'basement kitchen', label: 'Back'}

You hesitate. As of lately, Jake has been using some of these shakes to gain some mass. It's not like you're unfamiliar with them, you have even made use of them for a while there, but...not for this kind of mass. They could contain up to 2000 calories a cup... Should... you... drink them? [[Yes.->protein syrup]] [[Yes.->protein syrup]] [[Yes.->protein syrup]]

[after 2 second] All of a sudden, you are wholly aware of how stuffed - [after 3 second; append] no, overstuffed you are. [after 5 second] Your belly is heavy like never before, and forces you to take a sit on a nearby chair. [after 8 second; append] It's a sensation you've never felt before: the feeling of having eaten your entire weight in food, and also in short amount of time. [after 12 second] As minutes go by, your pain slowly turns into something different. [after 15 second] A pleasure, slowly making its way across your beached body, with its fulcrum inside of your gigantic belly. [after 19 second] With one hand on your tits and one grasping some of your gut, your only displeasure is not being able to reach your pussy, and reach a proper orgasm. [after 23 second] Still: if this is the reward of your gluttony, then you never want to go hungry or empty handed ever again. [after 26 second; append] You promise yourself never to diet nor stop growing fuller and fatter. [after 29 second] [[Compared to this, starving yourself back to skinny it's just not worth the hassle.->basement cuscene 3]]

[after 2 second] Moaning and grunting the minutes away, you allow yourself to begin snoozing off into the night. [after 5 second] You place a hand over your overstuffed gut in sheer awe of the fact you're now unable to reach all the way across. [after 8 second; append] Your eyes close, your neck relaxes. [after 11 second] And then, [after 12 second; append] all of a sudden, [after 13 second; append] you hear it. [after 15 second] [[*CLICK*->basement cutscene 4]]

[after 2 second] You shade your eyes from the blinding light of the kitchen, unable to make out anything around you. [after 5 second; append] But someone has entered the room. [after 7 second] "I thought I heard something coming from the basement." [after 10 second] Mouth agaze, your brain is too slowed down to understand. [after 12 second; append] A hand is placed over your gut. [after 14 second] [["I...what?"->basement cutscene 5]]

[after 2 second] "For a hot second, you had me worried." [after 4 second; append] Jake, now towering over your helpless form, starts rubbing your belly. [after 6 second; append] "Where's my gorgeous wife gone off to, I asked myself." [after 9 second] "Well...I-I just went for a little snack..." [after 11 second; append] You struggle out, as he presses harder, [after 13 second; append] "I...*urp* I didn't want to *UUURRRrrp*, oof, to wake you up..." [after 16 second] "Sure, sure... a little snack, you say?" [after 18 second] "Well, I got carried away..." [after 20 second; append] You pat your belly [after 21 second; append] "You know how this thing gets when it gets hungry..." [after 24 second] He smiles. [after 25 second; append] "Well, don't I know it... but this time, you really outdid yourself." [after 28 second] You watch helpless as he forcibly grabs onto your flabby gut, getting closer and closer to your face. [after 32 second] [["And I thought last week had been bad..."->Basement end]]

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[after 2 second] Jake checks the bathroom, and is surprised by how steamy it is. [after 5 second; append] It's there that he notices the lights are out- the storm outside is to blame, no doubt. [after 8 second; append] As his eyes have to adjust to the warm, but dim light coming from the candles, he sees movement in the carbonated water: there's Emily bobbing gently in the bathtub. [after 12 second] In a mesmerizing low voice, she slowly opens her eyes. [after 15 second; append] She looks at him, with an expression made out of equal parts surprise and embarrassment. [after 18 second; append] In a half-sleepy state she asks him what he's doing there, as he kneels down by her side. [after 22 second] He smiles at her, and slowly caresses her surprisingly full stomach. [after 25 second; append] A gentle, calming smile is his response, as he helps her out of the bath. [after 28 second; append] He wraps her in a towel and they make their way back to the bedroom, her wet body heavier than usual in his arms. [after 32 second] [["Let's get you to bed," he whispers, and you both make your way back into the bedroom.->Bath end]]

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*Jake slowly descended into the basement, careful not to miss a step or two. There she was - Emily, his Emily, her hands tracing the vast expanse of her engorged belly. Her torn pajamas revealed skin glistening with droplets of sugar, sauces, coke and who knows what else. Jake paused, his gaze lingering on Emily's bloated form. Each time he thought he'd seen the full extent of her gluttony, she managed to surprise him. Still, his shock quickly turned into appreciation. He moved closer. In a slow, experienced manner, he helped Emily out of her clothes. Her strained bra was the first to be discarded, revealing her puffy, erect nipples, followed by the remnants of her stained pajamas. He discarded them on the ground, together with her panties - which, by then, could barely be seen between her thighs. Emily, finally bare, was the embodiment of pleasure and indulgence, her breathing deep and rhythmic. Jake knelt beside her, his hands exploring and comforting her swollen belly. Emily merely moaned. From his kneeling position, Jake was once more sure of it: the Emily he first met on that fateful hiking trip was never coming back.*

[if towelmess == false] A messy pile of towels right in the corner of the cabinet that you're shocked to realize it hasn't fallen yet. Did you put them this way? No, it can't be: you might be lazier than most, but you can be orderly when you want to - this looks like Jake's handiwork. You don't know why, but something bothers you about it. [[Fix them]] [else] A somewhat orderly pile of towels, right in the corner of the cabinet. Turns out folding and placing fabric in pitch black darkness is a lot more challenging than you'd expect. [continued] {link to: 'walk-in wardrobe', label: 'Back'}

towelmess: true -- You're a housewife, aren't you? This can't stand. Careful, but not careful enough, you claumsily drop all of your towels on the floor, making even more of a mess. That said, the little light coming inside the wardrobe makes something shine among the soft rubble... is that a candy bar? [[Eat.->candy bar]]

candybar: true calories: calories + 140 -- You unwrap the treat and take a bite, letting a rich cocoa flavor spread through your mouth. The texture is smooth and creamy, and the sweetness of the caramel complements the deep flavor of the chocolate perfectly. You quickly gobble the rest of the it. But what was it, exactly? And what was it doing there? {link to: 'walk-in wardrobe', label: 'Back'}

[if gluttonytome == false; if hungerlessending == false] A regal looking white and gold armchair. You remember it, this was left by the previous owner inside of your living room. It had to go though, way too much of an eyesore to be kept there. Still, it did look comfy at a distance, and you're struggling to remember if you even tried to sit on it at all before relegating it all the way up here. [[Sit down->gluttony cutscene 1]] [if gluttonytome == true; if hungerlessending == false] A regal looking white and gold armchair. You remember it, this was left by the previous owner inside of your living room. It had to go though, way too much of an eyesore to be kept there. On top of it now rests the [[Tome of Glutton]], surrounded by a purplish glow emanating from its pages. Looks like it was as comfy as it looked after all, just a little small. You're still not moving it back down - it just doesn't fit in with what you've got going at the moment. [if hungerlessending == true] A regal looking white and gold armchair, left by the previous owner inside of your living room. It had to go - way too much of an eyesore to be kept there. On top of it rests the [[Tome of Glutton]], now seemingly devoid of any kind of light. The symbol on the cover does still shine, though that's only because it's reflecting the light from the window. Looks like the armchair was as comfy as it looked after all, just a little small. You're still not moving it back down. [continued] {link to: 'attic', label: 'Back'}

You tiptoe your way into reaching the frame, almost drop some of the tools over with your belly, and... ah, yes, it was empty after all. No. Wait. You're in the dark. Of course it looks empty, you can't see anything but a rectangular shape. Taking a step to your left, you can see that not only is there a photo inside, but it's of you and Jake when you first moved into this house. Why didn't he show it to you, you two look lovely inside of... well, the unfinished slate that was your bedroom. [append] [if backflash == false] [append] Yep, there's the window in the background, you can see... uh... [[a bright, orange sunset...->Pre Intro Flashback]] [continued] [if gluttonytome == true; if framedphoto == false] [[Pick it up->Picture frame picked up]] [continue] {link to: 'containers', label: 'Back'}

pizzaslices: true calories: calories + 570 -- You lean down to examine the pizza boxes, the familiar scent of greasy cheese and tomato sauce wafting up to greet you. It's hard to tell exactly how long they've been sitting here, all greased up. You can't even see from what restarant they came from, but you get the feeling is not one of your favorites. You tentatively lift the lid of one of the boxes, and your eyes widen in surprise. There, nestled among the congealed cheese and tomato sauce, are not one, but two remaining slices of pizza. They look a bit dried out and unappetizing, but has that ever stopped you? Without a second thought, you grab one of the slices and take a huge bite, savoring the salty, greasy flavor as it fills your mouth. In a minute's worth of time you devour the second one with just as much gusto as the first. {link to: 'living room', label: 'Back'}

{link to: 'basement', label: 'Back'}

[if calorieState == 'FULL'; if Stepstoolused == false] An old wodden step stool you're fairly confident was a leftover from the house's last owners. While its old frame doesn't exactly fill you with confidence, you could, theoretically, use this to access the attic. Well, a couple of bites beforehand that is. With how full you're getting, the last thing you want to do is bring this piece of junk all the way up to the second floor. And for what, even? There's no food to be found in the attic, you can be sure of that. [if calorieState == 'STUFFED'; if Stepstoolused == false] An old wodden step stool you're fairly confident was a leftover from the house's last owners. While its old frame doesn't exactly fill you with confidence, you could, theoretically, use this to access the attic. Well, a couple of bites beforehand that is. With how full you're getting, the last thing you want to do is bring this piece of junk all the way up to the second floor. And for what, even? There's no food to be found in the attic, you can be sure of that. [if calorieState == 'OVERSTUFFED'; if Stepstoolused == false] An old wodden step stool you're fairly confident was a leftover from the house's last owners. While its old frame doesn't exactly fill you with confidence, you could, theoretically, use this to access the attic. But no. With how full you've gotten, the last thing you want to do is bring this piece of junk all the way up to the second floor. And for what, even? Come on now... there's no food to be found in the attic. Even if there was a cracker or something, haven't you had enough? [if calorieState == 'BLOATED'; if Stepstoolused == false] An old wodden step stool you're fairly confident was a leftover from the house's last owners. While its old frame doesn't exactly fill you with confidence, you could, theoretically, use this to access the attic. If you even want to do that, that is. [[Pick up the stool.]] [continued] [if calorieState == 'EMPTY'; if Stepstoolused == false] An old wodden step stool you're fairly confident was a leftover from the house's last owners. While its old frame doesn't exactly fill you with confidence, you could, theoretically, use this to access the attic. If you even want to do that, that is. [[Pick up the stool.]] [continued] {link to: 'laundry room', label: 'Back'}

steppingstoolneed: true -- [if Stepstooltaken == false] Well, try as you might, you know painfully well that your 5'4'' phisiquee is too short to reach the handle for the attic. Without a ladder or chair nearby, getting up simply isn't happening. But why would you want to anyways? It's probably full to the brim with dust and old forgotten boxes. {link to: 'top corridor', label: 'Back'} [if Stepstooltaken == true] Well, try as you might, you know painfully well that your 5'4'' phisiquee is too short to reach the handle for the attic. But that's exactly why you've brought a stepstool with you. Placing it down, right under the entrance, you manage to get enough height to pull onto the string handle and have the stairs come down to you. [[Now all that remains to do is climb them.->attic]]

You decide to focus on the photos of that recent barbecue you had with your friends at the park. There's Lizzie, Sharon, Mandy - thank god for Mandy, you're not the only one of the group with a portly figure. The photos show everyone enjoying the sunny day, as they grill burgers, sausages, and other delicious foods. As you scroll further, you notice a photo of yourself in a particularly tight and revealing outfit, holding a plate piled high with food. Your belly is noticeably round, and you can't help but feel embarrassed. Was it the angle, or did you really eat that much? It's hard to tell... {link to: 'gallery', label: 'Back'}

You decide to focus on the photos taken during a little vacation spent at the beach with your friends. The photos show everyone soaking up the sun, splashing in the waves, and enjoying the salty sea breeze. One particular picture catches your eye: it's you, wearing a swimsuit that hugs your curves a little too tightly. You're holding an enormous ice cream cone, clearly enjoying the treat. {link to: 'gallery', label: 'Back'}

You decide to focus on the photos of the family gathering you attended just a few weeks ago. There's your cousin Grace, who always seems to be on a diet, and your sister-in-law Lily, who brought her famous lasagna to share. The table in the photos is filled with mouth-watering dishes, and you remember how everyone couldn't stop raving about the food. You come across a candid shot of yourself, sitting on a couch with a plate heaped with food. Your belly is visibly fuller, straining against your clothes as you absentmindedly reach with your right hand for some of Jake's food. {link to: 'gallery', label: 'Back'}

You decide to focus on the photos of the marathon you participated in a few years back. You look fit, strong, and determined in these pictures, a far cry from how you feel at the moment. The event was a turning point for you, proving to yourself that you could push your body to its limits and achieve your goals. As you browse through the images, you can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia for the person you once were. Where did that motivation and discipline go? {link to: 'gallery', label: 'Back'}

You decide to focus on the photos of your days spent rock climbing when you were at your peak fitness. These images show you scaling walls and cliffs with grace and ease, your muscular arms and legs propelling you upward. The exhilaration and sense of accomplishment you felt in those moments are now just distant memories. You wonder if you could ever go back to that version of yourself or if the person you've become is too far gone. Do you even want to get back to... all of that? {link to: 'gallery', label: 'Back'}

You decide to focus on the photos of the bike tour you joined with your friends a while back. The pictures show you pedaling through scenic landscapes, laughing and chatting with your friends as you cover miles of beautiful countryside. Your body looks toned and fit, a testament to your dedication to fitness back then. To think you once enjoyed that kind of active lifestyle. {link to: 'gallery', label: 'Back'}

The image shows you sprawled on the couch, your belly swollen and round, a mess of empty food containers scattered around you. You're fast asleep, and judging by the state of your clothes and the food remnants on your face, you must have been in quite a food coma when the photo was taken. As you examine the picture further, you notice that your pajama bottoms have slid down, revealing your engorged thighs and the dimples of cellulite that have formed there. Your top has ridden up, leaving your entire midsection exposed to the elements. The folds of your flesh, accentuated by your awkward sleeping position, speak to the extent of your indulgence. The once-elastic waistband of your pajamas is stretched to its limit, cutting into your flesh. But there's more - your top has not only ridden up over your engorged belly but also been placed over your chest, leaving it completely exposed. Your breasts, pressed against the enormous mound of your belly, are also on full display. Surely Jake must have snapped this picture a few nights ago, but you have no memory of it. A sudden realization dawns on you: has this happened before? How long has this been going on for, even? {link to: 'gallery', label: 'Back'}

eatenChocolate: true calories: calories + 250 -- [JavaScript] let calories = engine.state.get('calories'); if (calories <= 500) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'EMPTY'); } else if (calories > 500 && calories <= 1000) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'BLOATED'); } else if (calories > 1000 && calories <= 3000) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'FULL'); } else if (calories > 3000 && calories <= 5000) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'STUFFED'); } else if (calories > 5000) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'OVERSTUFFED'); } [continued] You can't resist the rich, velvety texture of the chocolate bar. It melts in your mouth, leaving a lingering sweetness that you can't help but crave. As you finish the last bite, you feel a sense of satisfaction that fills your entire body. [if calorieState == 'BLOATED'] You start to feel a little heavier than before. Your clothes feel snug, and you notice your thighs rubbing together slightly as you walk. Maybe you should slow down on the snacks. [if calorieState == 'FULL'] You feel like you've gained a few pounds from all the snacking you've been doing lately. Your belly feels full and round, and your pants are noticeably tighter. You might want to start being more mindful of what you eat if you don't want to keep gaining weight. [end]

calories: 500 -- [[Untitled Passage 1]]

[JavaScript] let calories = engine.state.get('calories'); if (calories <= 500) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'EMPTY'); } else if (calories > 500 && calories <= 1000) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'SLIGHT BLOAT'); } else if (calories > 1000 && calories <= 2000) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'BLOATED'); } else if (calories > 2000 && calories <= 3000) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'ALMOST FULL'); } else if (calories > 3000 && calories <= 5000) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'FULL'); } else if (calories > 5000 && calories <= 8000) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'FULLER'); } else if (calories > 8000 && calories <= 10000) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'TOO FULL'); } else if (calories > 10000 && calories <= 15000) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'STUFFED'); } else if (calories > 15000 && calories <= 17500) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'OVERSTUFFED'); } else if (calories > 17500) { engine.state.set('calorieState', 'SERIOUSLY OVERSTUFFED'); } [continued]

Sweatpantstry: true -- [after 2 second] Damnit - you're really doing this, aren't you? [after 5 second] With a resigned sigh, you bend down to pick up the sweatpants, a task that proves to be more difficult than you anticipated. The added weight of your belly isn't making things any easier, but after a few moments of struggling, you manage to grab them off the ground. [after 13 second] Taking the time to let out a soft burp, you begin by slipping your feet into the yoga pants. [after 16 second; append] You can barely get them past your thighs, and as you continue to pull, the fabric stretches taut against your soft flesh. The seams are crying for mercy, and you can hear the fabric protesting against the strain. [after 24 second] Finally, with one final tug, you hear the inevitable sound of ripping fabric. [after 27 second; append] The sweatpants split down the side, leaving you panting and red-faced. You guess that shouldn't really come as much of a surprise, but wow: they didn't even make it halfway over your ass. {link to: 'walk-in wardrobe', label: 'Back'}

Bedempty: Bedempty + 1 -- [if Bedempty == 1; if Bellysense == false] It would be nice to be able to go back to sleep already, wouldn't it? Besides, the power is most likely going to fix itself on its own, it's definitely not just your house - there really is no need for you to go check on the fuses. Still, there is this weird hunger you're feeling... forget about the electricity, you could really go for a snack right about now. {link to: 'bedroom', label: 'Back'} [continued] [if Bedempty >= 2; if Bellysense == false] Well, at this point we have already established that power is not something you should be worrying about, we can check that off your list of things to do for the night. And you know what? You might be feeling pretty hungry, but look at you: you've been out of control these last couple of weeks. You already have a variety of bad eating habits on your belt, you don't need for midnight snacks to become another one you'll eventually struggle to get rid off. This is no night for an Emily's Midnight Snack™. [[Come on now, let's get back to bed.->Starved end]] [continued] [if Bellysense == true; if calorieState == 'BLOATED'] Well, this little trip you took certainly took an interesting turn. What did you even get up for? Oh, right, the electricity was out. It still is, but what are you supposed to do? It's so dark down there! You can only imagine how hard it would be to navigate the basement... you'd definitely get hurt. But at least you had something to eat, uh? You really lost control there, Emily. That was a little more than what'd you consider a snack, and it barely filled you up anyways. Strange. That amount of food scarcely finds you needing more so soon after... but hey, you had enough for tonight. You wouldn't be laying back on your mattress if a part of you didn't agree with you. [[Come on now, let's get back to bed.->Bloated end]] [continued] [if Bellysense == true; if calorieState == 'FULL'] Well, this was not what you woke up for, that's for sure. Was what that again? A bathroom break? Maybe, but... no, it was because the electricity was out. It still is, but that's not much of a surprise. The only thing you have done from the moment you have woken up tonight is to eat everything you could get your hands on. Damnit, Emily, you shouldn't have gone into the kitchen in the first place, now you're fuller than you was when you first went to bed, your belly swollen and aching. What's gotten into you as of late? The fact that you feel like you could still go for more should give you pause. And be careful with that thing! Turning on your side your gut is so big it's now brushing off against Jake's back. [[Come on now, let's just get back to sleep...->Full end]] [continued] [if Bellysense == true; if calorieState == 'STUFFED'] Well, this was not what you woke up for, that's for sure. What was that again? A bathroom break? Maybe, but... no, it was because the electricity was out. It still is, but that's not much of a surprise. The only thing you have done from the moment you have woken up tonight is to eat everything you could get your hands on. Damnit, Emily, you shouldn't have gone into the kitchen in the first place, now you're fuller than you was when you first went to bed, your belly swollen and aching. What's gotten into you as of late? The fact that you feel like you could still go for more should give you pause. And be careful with that thing! Turning on your side your gut is so big it's now brushing off against Jake's back. [[Come on now, let's just get back to sleep...->Full end]] [continued] [if Bellysense == true; if calorieState == 'OVERSTUFFED'] Slowly, carefully, you haul back onto your side of the bed. It creaks under you, clearly not expecting you to return in such a different state. You sit there for a while, panting, rubbing your belly in a vain attempt to calm it. You can't remember what you even got up for in the first place. Where... where did all of this even come from? What got you to gorge yourself on everything the house had to offer? You let out a belch, not even trying to be quiet for your husband anymore. From top to bottom, you're a mess. To the symphony of your groans and your overstuffed gut's gurgles, you manage to splay down on your back. Your eyes begin to feel heavy. You finally had enough. [[Let's just... get back to sleep...->Overstuffed end]] [continued]

Keybudge: 1 Jakecarkeys: true -- [after 2 second] Well, the pantry is locked, isn't it? You certainly don't remember doing that, so that leaves only one culprit remaining. [after 6 second; append] Surely that warrants a quick search through his pockets... [after 9 second] Oh, would you look at that, there is indeed something here. [after 11 second; append] You recognize them from their small, metallic cat keychain: these are his car keys. [after 14 second] ...but that means there's no keys for the pantry, unfortunately. [after 17 second; append] But this isn't the only pair he has laying around - what about the one he was wearing just this afternoon? [after 20 second; append] God, those were so dirty. {link to: 'walk-in wardrobe', label: 'Back'}

[if Gutsense == false] You fumble with the handle of the shed in the dark and finally manage to open the creaky wooden door. On the wall on the left, you can see a fairly [[dusty bicycle]], while tucked under a plastic table is a [[broken lawnmower]]. On the right is instead a [[blackboard]] sitting on the ground and propped up against the wall. Behind you is the [[🌿garden->garden]]. [if Gutsense == false; if Crowbar == false] Suddenly, a bolt of lightning illuminates the interior of the shed, allowing you to spot a [[crowbar]] hidden behind some gardening tools. [if Gutsense == true] You fumble with the handle of the shed in the dark and finally manage to open the creaky wooden door. On the wall on the left, you can see a fairly [[dusty bicycle]], while tucked under a plastic table is a [[broken lawnmower]]. On the right is instead a [[blackboard]] sitting on the ground, propped up against the wall. Behind you is the [[🌿garden->garden]].

Crowbar: true metallicobject: true -- You take the crowbar in your hands, feeling its weight and cold metal. It's a little worn from use, but hey, you could, in theory, use it to open up a door of some kind. The real question is are you really about to break into your own pantry for a late night snack? What are you going around with a crowbar for? [if gluttonytome == true] Well, it is a metallic object. You could always use it for that spell you read about in the tome - the one about giving themselves more hunger? No, no, it was the other way around. [continued] {link to: 'garden shed', label: 'Back'}

Ah, there it is: the lawnmower, tucked away in a corner of the shed. It's been broken for some time now, and while Jake's been telling you he'll eventually fix it... he clearly hasn't. It's annoying, but hardly something to get worked up about: it's not like you're in charge of keeping the grass trimmed down, he is. Your only role here is to pester him about it every once in a while, and you've been doing a damn good job at it. {link to: 'garden shed', label: 'Back'}

Posted onto the shed's wall is your old bicycle. With its tires deflated and frame covered in a thick layer of dust, it's seen better days back when you two lived downtown. Everything useful is so far apart in the suburbs, so when would you ever choose a bike over the much simpler and comfier option of your car? Just look at that saddle: it was small enough during your athlete days, now it's downright miniscule in comparison to your ass. [if calorieState == 'STUFFED'] You can barely imagine how uncomfortable it would be trying to balance on that saddle right now, your thighs alone would probably swallow it whole. [continued] {link to: 'garden shed', label: 'Back'}

Umbrella: true -- With the rain coming from outside giving off no sign that it's coming to a close, this umbrella should come in handy if you ever want to go out into the garden. Sure it's late, but it's still pretty hot inside: stepping onto the porch for some fresh air might do you some good. {link to: 'living room', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] With a heavy sigh, you lean back on the couch, patting your belly gently. [after 5 second; append] The bulge of your gut seems more prominent than ever now that you've left your pajamas right beside the couch - [after 8 second; append] they were getting way too tight and warm to keep. [after 11 second; append] It's a shame that you haven't had the foresight to do that before you dug into your delivery, but what's done is done. [after 15 second] [[Your belly doesn't mind getting dirty either way, and neither do you.->Delivery end 2]]

[after 2 second] The silence of the house doesn't seem as deafening now, filled as it is by the soft gurgling noises emanating from your overstuffed stomach. [after 6 second; append] You tenderly lay a hand on your belly, feeling its hot and strained skin. [after 9 second; append] It pulses gently under your palm, as if it's a living, breathing entity of its own. [after 13 second] [[It sure feels like it from time to time.->Delivery end 3]]

[after 2 second] Memories come flooding back: [after 4 second; append] of days when your belly was flat and toned, your chest petite and proper. [after 7 second; append] You recall the countless diets, the grueling workout routines, the slim dresses you used to fit into... [after 10 second; append] God Emily, you used to own shirts that were actually oversized. [after 13 second] All gone now. [after 15 second] [["All thanks to you."->Delivery end 4]]

[after 2 second] But is it bad that you feel okay about all of this? [after 4 second; append] Almost excited about the prospect of growing heavier? [after 7 second; append] Yes, your belly is large - yes, it rumbles and growls with a mind of its own. [after 10 second; append] But it's part of who you are. [after 12 second; append] Part of a spoiled, hungry woman who has clearly had more than enough carbs than it's good for her, but still feels like she could go for more. [after 16 second; append] Maybe even a dessert of some kind to go with it. [after 19 second] [[But you'll get your treat at breakfast.->Delivery end 5]]

[after 2 second] Because oh no, you're not getting up from this couch. [after 5 second] Just a couple of minutes from the end of your meal, your eyelids start to feel heavy as fatigue sets in, and the sound of your own steady breathing lulls you into a state of drowsiness. [after 9 second; append] Gently rubbing your bloated belly, you let out a soft sigh of contentment. [after 12 second] [[Sprawled onto the couch, naked, you drift off to sleep.->Delivery end]]

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You find yourself inside your bedroom. Behind you there's your [[double bed]] and your [[bedstand]]. On top on the latter there's a lamp, but it's of no use at the moment. Faint moonlight is coming through the [[window]]. On top of the bed is [[Jake]]. [if TopcorridorCutscene == false] You can [[exit->Top Corridor Cutscene]] the room, or head into your [[👚walk-in wardrobe->walk-in wardrobe]]. [else] You can [[⤴️exit->top corridor]] the room, or head into your [[👚walk-in wardrobe->walk-in wardrobe]]. [continued] [note] You try to move quietly, not wanting to disturb him, but your body feels heavy and unwieldy. [continued]

[after 2 second] You find yourself inside your kitch... [after 4 second; append] uh? [after 6 second] [[What?->stuck cutscene 2]]

[after 2 second] Well, [after 3 second; append] uh, [after 4 second; append] you almost got to the kitchen, just not entirely so. [after 7 second] As it stands, only half of you made it through the door: your ass, together with your thighs, have gotten stuck on the frame in just the right way, making it impossible for you to proceed. [after 11 second] Well, yes, this door is admittedly smaller than most, but come on now. [after 14 second; append] You're not that stuck, are you? [after 16 second; append] [[You just got to move your bum with a little more vigor, that's all.->stuck cutscene 3]]

You step into the garage through the entrance in your kitchen. Right in front of you is [[your car]] and [[Jake's SUV]], while on your left is a bunch of [[containers]] covered in random [[tools]]. [if gluttonytome == true; if breadbasket == false] You also spot a square [[bread basket->spell bradbasket]] right on the floor below all of those containers. [continue] Right behind you is the door back to the [[🍽️kitchen->kitchen]].

[if yourcarkeys == false] There she is: your grey, mid-sized Sedan, having a good ol'nap sheltered by the outside world. How many years have you had her for? 4? 5? Judging by how it struggles on the highway, you'd say way more than that. But now it has been retired to the calm roads of this neighbourhood, and it's holding up just fine. You slide your hand across the front panel: there's no need to replace her anytime soon. [continued] [if yourcarkeys == true] There she is: your grey, mid-sized Sedan, having a good ol'nap sheltered by the outside world. How many years have you had her for? 4? 5? Judging by how it struggles on the highway, you'd say way more than that. But now it has been retired to the calm roads of this neighbourhood, and it's holding up just fine. You slide your hand across the front panel: there's no need to replace her anytime soon. Well, you have the keys with you, you could always [[check inside.-> your car entrance]] [continued] {link to: 'garage', label: 'Back'}

[if Jakecarkeys == false] Your eyes land on Jake's massive SUV, a pretty imposing presence inside the garage. It's a stark contrast to your own sedan, its bulkier frame and heightened stature demanding attention. You've never really driven it before: the thought of maneuvering it through the neighborhood's tight corners makes you more than a bit nervous. Couldn't he have gone for something a little more modest? [continued] [if Jakecarkeys == true] Your eyes land on Jake's massive SUV, a pretty imposing presence inside the garage. It's a stark contrast to your own sedan, its bulkier frame and heightened stature demanding attention. You've never really driven it before: the thought of maneuvering it through the neighborhood's tight corners makes you more than a bit nervous. Couldn't he have gone for something a little more modest? You have indeed found its keys... but what's there to find anyways? Do you just feel like [[snooping around?-> Jake car entrance]] [continued] {link to: 'garage', label: 'Back'}

Look at all those containers: there's blue containers, red containers, yellow containers - woah, wait, is that a cyan container? It's kind of hard to tell with how dark it is but... yep, cyan. You don't know why, but that really amuses you. Where did Jake get this one? It looks shiny, so it must be new. Well it's locked, but you can assume it's just filled with random screws and mechanical widgets, just like the rest of them. [if framedphoto == false] Some of the moonlight reaches inside of the garage, giving you the chance to spot a lone [[picture frame]] sitting on top of one of the containers. From where you stand, you can't see if there's a photo on the inside or not. [continue] {link to: 'garage', label: 'Back'}

Ugh, Jake should learn to keep his things organised. What a mess! It doesn't matter that you're an housewife, this and the basement are his jurisdictions - you're not going to order his screwdrivers and drills for him. He wouldn't be happy with how you would order things, so what's the point really. {link to: 'garage', label: 'Back'}

With a twist of your keys you are now able to effortlessly slide and sit into the driver seat of your car. You grip the steering wheel out of habit, but really, there's no need to have this car out for a spin at such a late hour of the night. Still, your keys are put inside the ignition to have a little bit of light; the dashboard glows with an orange hue from the instrument cluster. To your right is the passager seat and a [[glovebox]] you can check. Below the gear shift is the cup holder containing a adequately [[large cup]]. {link to: 'garage', label: 'Step out'}

As you gingerly unlock the SUV and open the door, you're immediately struck by how spacious the interior feels. You've been inside of it before on road trips and what not, but there's something about the dark that makes it feel almost... intimidating? Getting inside requires you to climb over a step: you'd never thought this simple task was ever going to get hard. ...Well you're definitely inside now. Cool. The seat sure feels comfy. You don't really feel like playing with the steering wheel though, nevermind sliding the keys into the ignition. What if this thing starts to move or something? You don't know how to drive an automatic, there's no friction pedal. You'd much prefer to be out onto the garage's concrete floor. {link to: 'garage', label: 'Step out'}

Uh, would you look at that: you must've left this in here from last time you went for a bit at... let's just take a look here... ah yes, Bloater. Such a great place for a quick, greasy bite: one of your all time favourites. Especially now that you're living a mere 10 minutes from it, you just can't stop spoiling yourself with their burgers. You've already discerned it by its weight, but the cup has been sucked dry. You place it back into the cup holder a little sadder than before. {link to: 'your car', label: 'Back'}

[if almondchoc == false] You pop open the glovebox and through random papers and wrappers, your hand brushes against something interesting – a small pack of [[chocolate-covered almonds]]. Nice. You don't really remember buying them, but you could say the same about most of the trash you left in there. Seriously, when are you going to give this car a clean? Oh, of course, that makes sense: whenever you feel like it. As if that's not going to bite you in the ass someday. [if almondchoc == true] You pop open the glovebox one more time, but you're not as lucky as the first time - you toss some small fast food boxes out, but still come out emptyhanded. [continue] {link to: 'your car', label: 'Back'}

calories: calories + 230 almondchoc: true -- Chocolate covered almonds. You're not a big fan of almonds, but you're not one to resist a little bit of chocolate. You pop one into your mouth, savoring the combination of creamy chocolate and crunchy almond. Actually not a bad combination all things considered. You can feel the almonds disappearing as you chew - while they don't do much to quell your hunger, they make for a suitably sweet snack. Licking your fingers clean, you throw the empty bag back where it came from. {link to: 'your car', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] Alright then, [after 3 second; append] one, [after 4 second; append] two, [after 5 second; append] three... [after 7 second; append] ugh! [after 9 second; append] Nope, still here, trying your best not to panic. [after 12 second] Damnit, you should have pushed Jake further on this issue. [after 15 second; append] "The door to the pantry is fine", he said. [after 17 second; append] "A little uncomfortable, yes, but we won't be using it that much." [after 20 second; append] Well, guess what: your sweet, sweet wife did use it, and now she's stuck there, left to starve for an entire night. [after 23 second; append] How hard can it be to make a room a little larger anyways? [after 26 second] No, this can't be happening, you've just gotten through it a couple of minutes before. [after 29 second; append] [[How about we back up inside, and try to get out on your side?->stuck cutscene 4]]

[after 2 second] As you turn to your side and prepare yourself for make another attempt... [after 5 second; append] you realize just how dumb you might actually be. [after 8 second; append] How would getting through on your side, with now both your ass and your stuffed belly in the way, be any easier? [after 11 second; append] It's a miracle you even manage to fit inside of this frame on this axis. [after 15 second] Burdened by all the food you've eaten, you decide to sit down on the floor, just for a couple of seconds. [after 19 second; append] Those pushes haven't made your digestion any easier, and you're starting to feel a little nauseous. [after 23 second] Is there really no food left inside of here? [after 25 second; append] An extra bite might have helped you out... [after 28 second] [[Come on Emily, one last attempt.->stuck cutscene 5]] [[Then again... you could always give up.->stuck cutscene 6]]

stuckcutscene: true -- [after 2 second] As time goes by, and you start to feel better, you realize you might have the solution to your problem. [after 5 second; append] What is it that they say? [after 7 second; append] Work smart, not hard? [after 9 second; append] That sounds about right. [after 12 second] Without getting up, you begin to approach the door ass first, at an angle. [after 15 second; append] Slowly, you crawl half of your ass out, then most of your belly, then the rest of you - and just like that, you're out! [after 19 second; append] That was, [after 20 second; append] like... [after 21 second; append] embarrassingly easy, actually. [after 23 second; append] You really should've thought of that sooner. [after 26 second] With audible effort, you manage to get yourself standing up, and back inside of your [[🍽️kitchen->kitchen]].

[after 2 second] So that's it, uh? Somehow, there seems to be no way out of this predicament. [after 5 second; append] You'd almost laugh at how absurd this sounds, were it not for the fact you'll now have to spend the rest of the night stuck inside of this cubbyhole, ass on the floor. [after 9 second; append] Because it's not like there's anywhere to look for on this shelves: you made absolutely sure nothing was to be left here the first time around. [after 13 second; append] You are able to give it another look as you decide to lay sprawled on the floor. [after 17 second] It's only a couple of minutes until you realize how pathetic you must be looking right now. [after 20 second; append] A fat girl stuffed to the brim in her pajamas, rubbing her giant gut on the floor, surrounded by the remains of her pantry raid and empty cupboards. [after 24 second; append] You can already envision Jake struggling to help you on your feet in the morning, wondering how'd you even get yourself so damn fat you can't fit through doors anymore. [after 28 second; append] And there's no way he won't notice how thoroughly you've emptied the place. [after 32 second] [[Maybe he had the right idea by locking the door. ->stuck cutscene 7]]

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[after 2 second] But you were so, so hungry. [after 4 second; append] You couldn't just go by and miss out on all of this - that's not how it works with you anymore. [after 7 second; append] All you want to do is eat, eat, eat, until there's no conceivable way you could get another bite down. [after 10 second; append] God, how have you gotten yourself so damn spoiled since you got this house? [after 14 second] Soon enough, your hunger pangs subside, and are supplanted by a sense of drowsiness. [after 17 second; append] You yawn. [after 19 second] [[Jeez, your back is going to be killing you tomorrow...->stuck ending]]

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Stepstoolused: true -- [if hungerlessending == false] You climb onto the attic. As expected, it's mostly empty and covered in dusty cobwebs. Still, to your right is an [[old bookcase]] with some [[candles]] on top of it and an old [[armchair]], while in front of you is... well, you can't make out anything past a certain point. There's some kind of intricate [[shape]] crudely drawn onto the floor... Behind you are the stairs back down to the [[⤴️corridor.->top corridor]] [if hungerlessending == true] You find yourself back inside of your attic. It's mostly empty and you know it's covered in dusty cobwebs, even though you can't see them anymore. To your right is an [[old bookcase]] with some spent [[candles]] on top of it and an old [[armchair]]. You can barely see an inch in front of you, the only light available anymore is the one coming from the small window to the left. There was some kind of intricate shape crudely drawn onto the floor... though not anymore, apparently. Behind you are the stairs back down to the [[⤴️corridor.->top corridor]]

Stepstooltaken: true -- You carefully arch your back down and grab hold of the stepstool by its sides. Uh, would you look at that, it's surprisingly light, it takes you barely effort at all. Maybe it's some of your old muscle showing through? Eh, it's a nice thought, but you struggle with getting your laundry downstairs on an everyday basis, so you doubt that's the case. {link to: 'laundry room', label: 'Back'}

[if gluttonytome == false; if hungerlessending == false] Jeez, this bookcase looks ancient. It's definitely something the old owners of this house left here, you don't remember ever seeing it in the living room, not even during the house tour. It seems to have most of its shelves filled with large and medium sized books of some kind, though you can't read any of their names in this dark. You should get some of these examined one of these days, they might be worth something. Then again they were abandoned here, so it's probably not that likely. [if gluttonytome == true; if hungerlessending == false] Jeez, this bookcase looks ancient. It's definitely something the old owners of this house left here, you don't remember ever seeing it in the living room, not even during the house tour. It seems to have most of its shelves filled with large and medium sized cookbooks, all from a decade or two ago from the looks of it. You're not much of a chef, but you should give some of them a try in the morning, there might be some interesting recipes inside. If anything, you could even try to have them priced, they could be worth something. [if hungerlessending == true] You can barely spot it in its entirety, but sure enough the bookcase is still there. If you recall correctly, most of its shelves are filled with large and medium sized cookbooks, all as old as the bookcase itself. You're not much of a chef, and you really don't feel like cooking. You should probably get rid of them, maybe try to have them priced: they could be worth something. [continued] {link to: 'attic', label: 'Back'}

[if gluttonytome == false; if hungerlessending == false] A bunch of dusty, unlit candles, all strewn across the shelves of the bookcase, all of different sizes, colors and probably scents. You'd be able to certify that if you had a lighter with you, but alas, you're not in the habit of placing them inside your pajamas. This one doesn't even have pockets. [if gluttonytome == true; if hungerlessending == false] A bunch of lit candles, all strewn across the shelves of the bookcase, all of different sizes, colors, but not scents: the attic now reeks of cinnamon. It's honestly overwhelming. While the candles are giving a warm, orange hue to the room, their flame is a strong, saturated purple. They don't seem to be giving off any kind of heat either, it's still feels pretty fresh in here. [if hungerlessending == true] A bunch of spent candles, all strewn across the shelves of the bookcase, all of different sizes, colors, but not scents: you can still smell the cinnamon. [continued] {link to: 'attic', label: 'Back'}

[if gluttonytome == false] You near the centre of the shape, which on closer inspection you can see it's been drawn in purple, possibly with a marker. While you can clearly define some kind of inner and outer rings, with some text between them as well, it's still way too dark to make out in it's entirety. Weird. Has this always been here? [continue] [if gluttonytome == true; if badgluttonydeal == false] Aided by the light of the candles, the shape on the floor is now entirely visible. Well, it's not just a shape, is it now? It's some kind of... well shoot, it looks like a pentagram. Well no, It doesn't have a star in the middle, but it's clearly something of that nature. You can see a purple circle drawn in what seems to be purple chalk. On the inside are a series of rings, with some text between them in what seems to be either spanish or the much more concerning latin. You spot the word "Glutton" every once in a while on the perimeter, but that's about it. In the very middle is a triangle with 3 smaller circles on its angles. So. Why is this here? This must be related to that book in some way. If Jake's the one who's been up to this, he's got some explaining to do. **~~You don't know why, but getting near it is making you feel hungry.~~** [if gluttonytome == true; if badgluttonydeal == true] Aided by the light of the candles, the shape on the floor is now entirely visible. Well, it's not just a shape, is it now? It's some kind of... well shoot, it looks like a pentagram. Well no, It doesn't have a star in the middle, but it's clearly something of that nature. You can see a purple circle drawn in what seems to be purple chalk. On the inside are a series of rings, with some text between them in what seems to be either spanish or the much more concerning latin. You spot the word "Glutton" every once in a while on the perimeter, but that's about it. In the very middle is a triangle with 3 smaller circles on its angles. Following your spell, the circle doesn't seem to be as active as before. There's way less light coming off of it, and while looking at it does still manage to temporarely make you hungry, you get the feeling it probably had just enough energy for one spell. What a shame. **~~What a waste.~~** [if itemsforspell == true; if badgluttonydeal == false; if lesserdemonchalk == false; if shapeextrasigils == false] You could [[check your ingredients->shape 2]], or even [[prepare for a spell->shape 3]]. [if itemsforspell == true; if badgluttonydeal == false; if lesserdemonchalk == true; if shapeextrasigils == false] You could [[check your ingredients->shape 2]], [[prepare for a spell->shape 3]]... or even [[add those extra sigils in->editing the shape cutscene]] - you do have the chalk for it. [if itemsforspell == true; if badgluttonydeal == false; if lesserdemonchalk == true; if shapeextrasigils == true] You could [[check your ingredients->shape 2]], or even [[prepare for a spell->shape 3]]. [continue] {link to: 'attic', label: 'Back'}

gluttonytome: true -- [after 2 second] As you look over the armchair, you find yourself curious to see if it is as comfortable as it looks. [after 5 second; append] It doesn't even look all that dusty in comparison to every other surface around you, so why not - [after 8 second; append] you step closer and plop yourself on top of its cushions. [after 11 second] [[Ow!->gluttony cutscene 2]]

gluttonytome: true -- [if hungerlessending == false] Sat on the armchair is what you instinctively know as the III edition of the Tome of Glutton, even though there's no such title on its ornately decorated cover. It sits there, surrounded by a purplish glow emanating from its alluring pages. As you pick it up, you can feel it's weight straining your arms a little; this is a dense, old looking tome, though try as you might you're only able to access some of its pages, each of them located in the very middle of it. It doesn't really seem fair as the book technically belongs to you, but fine: what you can see it's more than enough for now to ponder on. [[~~Read through its pages.~~->Advanced Enchantments for the Seeker of Glutton]] [if hungerlessending == true] Sat on the armchair is what you know is the III edition of the Tome of Glutton, even though there's no such title on its cover. It doesn't look all that magic anymore. As you pick it up, you can feel it's weight straining your arms a little; this is a dense, old looking tome full to the brim with... blank pages. Did the spell make it unreadable to you, or has the tome been actually erased? You hope it's not the latter: sure you didn't want to be as hungry, but this has got to be an historical document or artifact of some sort. You'd hate for it to have been permanently ruined. Placing it back where you found it, you notice something stuck to the back of its [[cover->Tome of Glutton cutscene revelation]]. [continued] {link to: 'attic', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] The second your ass makes impact with the armchair you feel something large, hard and somewhat... [after 4 second; append] pointy right under you. [after 6 second; append] You slide a hand under you and grab ahold of what looks to be a tall, ornate book. [after 9 second; append] You could've sworn there was nothing there when you first inspected it. [after 12 second] It might be your eyes deceiving you, trying to adapt to the darkness or something, but there seems to be a purple hue emanating from the book itself... [after 16 second] ...you don't know why, but you feel very compelled to it... [after 19 second; append] such a nice cover... [after 21 second; append] [[~~you HAVE to open it.~~->gluttony cutscene 3]]

[after 2 second] And so you do. [after 4 second] All of a sudden, it's pages begin shuffling out of their own volition, right under your eyes, making you struggle to keep a hold of it. [after 8 second; append] In your peripheral, a warm, inviting light makes its way into the room as the previously unlit candles ignite themselves of a purple flame. [after 12 second] Your eyes remain dead set on the book itself though, which you now instinctively understand as the III edition of the Tome of Glutton. [after 16 second; append] Riddled with the knowledge of something you struggle to define, you begin to feel a hunger within you - [after 19 second; append] one similar to the one you felt before, and which drove you away from the bed, only stronger. [after 23 second] ~~I see you, child.~~ [after 25 second; append] ~~Do you hunger as much as I do?~~ [after 28 second] [[And then it stops.->gluttony cutscene 4]]

[after 2 second] The hunger dissipates a little as the book finally stops shuffling onto a spread with the title "Advanced Enchantments for the Seeker of Glutton". [after 6 second; append] Quickly scanning over it, you see some detailed paragraphs about the gathering and preparations of rituals with the stated goal of, and I quote, "getting closer [to] the third circle of hell and to satisfy the endless hunger". [after 11 second] ~~This is it, Emily now thinks to herself. This shall be a feast on which to satisfy my great and all compassing hunger.~~ [after 15 second] You never took yourself as having much interest in the occult, but hey, for some reason you feel yourself trusting this tome's instructions. [after 19 second; append] The book clearly made it's whole deal clear: it's obviously magic. [after 22 second; append] Besides, you wanted a snack, didn't you? Might as well hear this Glutton fellow out. [after 25 second; append] Or is that the spirit and not the one who wrote this book? [after 28 second] ~~...what an interesting servant you are.~~ [after 31 second] [[Read through the book.->Tome of Glutton]] {link to: 'attic', label: 'Back'}

itemsforspell: true -- As you open up the tome, you see many of its papers continuously moving around, each of them trying its best to get your attention. From what you can glimpse at, most of the information presented it's way, way too advanced for you, and has clearly been written by a cultist for their own congregation. Still, you can hear a voice inside of your head, suggesting you some specific pages to inspect more thoroughly... [after 6 second] [[~~Page 88~~->Black hole spell]] [[~~Page 256~~->Bakery spell]] [[~~Page 667~~->Demon patronage spell]] [after 8 second] As the pages keep on moving by themselves, some of its papers have detached from the main body of the tome. While they still retain their characteristic purple hue, there's one smaller than the others who hasn't. [after 12 second] [[Pick the page up.->Hunger be gone spell]] {link to: 'attic', label: 'Close the book'}

[[Test.->B side]]

Apple: true -- [JavaScript] // Define a function to handle going back in history function goBack() { window.history.back(); // This line triggers the browser to go back } // In your passage where you want to display the back button, you can use JavaScript modifier like this: [JavaScript] write('<button onclick="goBack()">Back</button>');

[after 1 second] ~~Page 88~~ [after 2 second; append] ~~INCANTATION OF VOID~~ [after 4 second] The page in front of you details an incantation that gives the power of "very specific item attraction[...]" to the spellcaster. [after 7 second; append] While that little initial tid-bit of information doesn't really mean anything to you, the story of how this spell came to be gives you a rough idea of how it's supposed to work. [after 11 second] For starters, it wasn't written for the explicit purpose of appeasing Glutton, it was included in this tome once it's potential was understood. [after 15 second; append] It was actually quite commonly used by thieves during the 19th century in France, up until a young and entrepreneurial noble woman associated with Glutton modified it to only attract edible items. [after 19 second; append] She didn't really get a lot of praise from her peers though, as she also initially employed it to steal from the kitchens of both her house and other nearing mansions. [after 23 second] The rouse didn't last long, however - an accident with her corset lead to an investigation and her subsequent reprimanding by the other followers of Glutton for having kept such an interesting tecnique for herself. [after 28 second] [[Continue reading->instructions for black hole spell]] {link to: 'Advanced Enchantments for the Seeker of Glutton', label: 'Back'}

[after 1 second] ~~Page 256~~ [after 2 second; append] ~~SUMMONING OF BAKERY~~ [after 4 second] The page in front of you details an incantation that gives the power to "summon an entire bakery's worth" to the spellcaster. The title of the page gave it away all things considered. [after 8 second] This seems to be considered a classic by all followers of Glutton, and the page itself seems to reflect that: it's covered in notes and post-its. It's even got a little dog-ear on one of its corners. [after 12 second] It's widely used as a default starting spell for all kinds of get-togethers between followers, and it's not uncommon for each of them to have a personal spin on it. [after 16 second; append] You wouldn't think the type of bread or muffin tops would matter much in the grand scheme of things, but it appears different sects of Glutton have split off from each other because of preferences such as this. [after 20 second; append] It's no joking matter. [after 22 second] [[Continue reading->instructions for Bakery spell]] {link to: 'Advanced Enchantments for the Seeker of Glutton', label: 'Back'}

[after 1 second] ~~Page 667~~ [after 2 second; append] ~~PATRONAGE OF GLUTTON~~ [after 4 second] The page in front of you looks older than the other ones. [after 6 second; append] Because of that its text is a little faded near the end, but still: it appears to detail an incantation that allows the spellcaster to ask for the patronage of a demon from the third circle of hell. [after 10 second; append] You initially don't really get *why* you'd ever need to do so, but luckily someone has written a little explanation of the text to the side. [after 14 second] As far as Lily gathered a little over 10 years ago, by summoning a demon of gluttony you can off-source all of the fat you'd be gaining through your devotion to Glutton to them instead. [after 18 second; append] While a little blasphemous in nature, it has been used historically by some followers with high-status positions or a strong need to retain conventional beauty standards. [after 22 second; append] She also notes that summoning lesser demons of Gluttony is also an option, and that you can learn more about that on [[a previous page->Lesser Demon spell]]. [after 26 second] Apparently, there's nothing to worry about - with these kinds of pacts there's both a price and a limit to balance things out. [after 30 second] [[Continue reading->instructions for Demon patronage spell]] {link to: 'Advanced Enchantments for the Seeker of Glutton', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] You place the tome back onto the armchair to instead pick up and inspect the paper. [after 5 second; append] You can immediately tell just by touch alone that this one probably wasn't part of the tome in the first place - it looks and feels like printer paper. [after 8 second] It seems whoever jammed it together with the other pages was the previous owner of the Tome of Gluttony: Lily, with no surnames attached. [after 12 second; append] It certanly doesn't ring a bell, you've never met anyone by that name. [after 15 second; append] You're also pretty damn sure the man who sold you the house didn't go by that name either. [after 18 second; append] Maybe she was his wife. [after 19 second; append] Or his sister. [after 21 second] [[Continue reading->Hunger be gone spell 2]] {link to: 'Advanced Enchantments for the Seeker of Glutton', label: '~~Drop the paper~~'}

[after 2 second] ~~INSTRUCTIONS~~ [after 4 second] The writer reiterates 3 times over how easy it is to cast this spell due to the fact that it is just a rework of a basic "item attraction" spell. [after 7 second] All you need is: - A small strand of hair from a loved one, be it from a person or pet [after 9 second] - A Breadbasket [after 11 second] Once those are in possession, you would just need to get to the nearest Circle of Glutton and say this incantation aloud: [after 14 second] "Whispered thread, beckon bread, bring feast near, void is fed." [after 17 second] ~~Quite beginner friendly if you ask me...~~ {link to: 'Advanced Enchantments for the Seeker of Glutton'}

[after 2 second] ~~INSTRUCTIONS~~ [after 4 second] It looks like the actual spell that was written on the page has been violently crossed off. [after 7 second; append] That would've been a shame... if the person that did so didn't also replace it with a variant that summons a pâtisserie instead of the usual bakery. [after 11 second; append] Hell yeah. [after 13 second] All you need is: - A dessert dense in calories [after 15 second] - A table cloth [after 17 second] Once those are in possession, you would just need to get to the nearest Circle of Glutton and say this incantation aloud: [after 20 second] "Sugar's song, butter's bane, pastry parade, let it rain." {link to: 'Advanced Enchantments for the Seeker of Glutton', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] ~~INSTRUCTIONS~~ [after 4 second] It gets a little blurry in this section, but it seems to warn you that you should discuss the terms of your arrangement with the demon before making a pact with them. [after 8 second; append] There's also something about the third circle of hell being very close to the second, but you don't really get why you would need to know that, and why it was included right after the warning. [after 12 second] All you need is: - A small strand of hair from a loved one, be it from a person or pet [after 14 second] - A metallic object [after 16 second] - An old and weathered indument [after 18 second] - A dessert dense in calories [after 20 second] Once those are in possession, you would just need to get to the nearest Circle of Glutton and say this incantation aloud: [after 23 second] "From depths below, with hunger grow, demon's grace, glutton's flow." {link to: 'Advanced Enchantments for the Seeker of Glutton', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] As you read through, you see that Lily decided to write this specifically for the next owner of the book. [after 5 second; append] Which... would that be you? [after 7 second] ~~What? Of course you are. You should get it by now.~~ [after 10 second] Apparently, Lily hadn't been a follower of Glutton before getting this book. [after 13 second; append] Nor had she really wanted to be that in the first place: she had just thought the cover looked interesting the day she borrowed it from a local library. [after 17 second; append] She then began hearing whispers when in its vicinity, noticing the purple hue, finally reading through it... one thing lead to another and before she knew it, she was hooked. [after 21 second] By the time this note is being written, she quite brazenly informs you that she's now well past... [after 24 second; append] oh my. [after 25 second; append] You squint your eyes and sure enough, it says 450 lbs. [after 27 second; append] Wow. Your mental image of Lily needs to be revised. [after 30 second] She doesn't get into much more detail than that on her... situation, though the note looks to go on. [after 33 second] [[Continue reading->Hunger be gone spell 3]] {link to: 'Advanced Enchantments for the Seeker of Glutton', label: '~~Come on. Drop it already.~~'}

[after 2 second] Against what your gut feeling is telling you, you keep on reading the next two paragraphs. [after 5 second] They seem to be a warning of sorts. [after 7 second; append] Lily goes on to explain that she understands if this is not a path the reader wants to go down; giving oneself to excess, hedonism and gluttony is apparently not for everyone, she writes. [after 11 second] Oh, [after 12 second; append] how sweet of her. [after 14 second; append] She advises that if that's the case the owner of the tome might want to use this homemade incantation to temporarely disable its influence over themselves. [after 18 second] All you need is: - A metallic object [after 20 second] - A framed photo [after 22 second] - Some grass [after 24 second] Once those are in possession, you would just need to get to the nearest Circle of Glutton and say this incantation aloud: [after 27 second] "Metallic charm, memories warm, grasses sway, hunger stray." [after 30 second] ~~You're not getting swayed by such blasfemy, are you? I forbid you from executing these accursed words.~~ {link to: 'Advanced Enchantments for the Seeker of Glutton', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] With one trained swoop, you drape the table cloth over the circle - [after 5 second; append] it's not enough to cover it entirely, but it'll have to do. [after 8 second; append] Magic isn't an exact science anyways, you reckon. [after 11 second; append] You then place the cheesecake right in the middle of it, letting the purple hue emanating from under the fabric shine on its perfectly round edge. [after 15 second; append] You find yourself having to stop your hand from picking it up again and bringing it to your mouth... [after 18 second; append] you can't tell if that's caused by the circle of Gluttony, or just how bad you've gotten at controlling yourself around food. [after 22 second] With your feet onto the furthest circle from the center, you say the necessary incantation aloud. [after 25 second] [["Sugar's song, butter's bane, pastry parade, let it rain."->Bakery final cutscene 1]]

[after 2 second] For a while, nothing happens. [after 4 second; append] There's an embarrassing silence surrounding you, making you question if the book or this whole magic thing is actually for real. [after 7 second; append] Did you actually fall for it? Well, at least there's no one around to judge you for it... that's a positive. [after 10 second] But then you notice it. [after 12 second] [["A slight movement of the cheesecake."->Bakery final cutscene 2]]

[after 2 second] You watch in awe as in less than a minute the cheesecake goes from a slight vibration, to bulging and rupturing into a blob-like white mass. [after 6 second; append] Soon enough the mass begins divide and conquer every empty space in the attic: [after 9 second; append] a rosè cabinet here, some eclairs there, a menu written in french, round tables and foldable chairs... [after 12 second; append] finally, it stops. [after 15 second] You turn left, right, you barely take notice that the cheesecake is not there anymore. [after 18 second; append] No, you're already salivating at what this gorgeous, fully stocked patisserie that has just appeared out of thin air has to offer. [after 22 second] [[There's no cashier in sight, too.->Patisserie]]

Mouth agape, you begin to scan the counters and shelves of what once was your attic. The entire room, while having retained its shape, is now illuminated by a warm light and is ornately decorated in a victorian style that in your opinion perfectly matches the treats on display. And look at those treats... all of this sugar and butter to gorge yourself with. In the display cabinet in front of you there are some [if Painauchocolates == false] [append] [[Pain au chocolates]], [else] [append] Pain au chocolates, [continued] [append] some [if Eclairs == false] [append] [[Éclairs]], [else] [append] Éclairs, [continued] [append] and some [if Danishpastry == false] [append] [[Danish pastry]]. [else] [append] Danish pastry. [continued] [append] To the cabinet on the right you instead spot some [if Profiterols == false] [append] [[Profiteroles]], [else] [append] Profiteroles, [continued] [append] some [if Cannoli == false] [append] [[Cannoli]], [else] [append] Cannoli, [continued] [append] and, right on top, some slices of [if Operacake == false] [append] [[Opera cake]]. [else] [append] Opera cake. [continued] ~~You don't care to find an exit to the attic.~~

Painauchocolates: true Patisseriedef: Patisseriedef + 1 calories: calories + 300 -- You get near the golden-brown pastries that are the pain au chocolat nestled in the display cabinet. Each one is perfectly flaky, with layers of buttery dough wrapped around a rich, gooey chocolate filling. The aroma of freshly baked bread and melted chocolate fills the air surrounding them, making your mouth water in anticipation. With a quick flick of your fingers, you pluck one of the pain au chocolat from the shelf and bring it to your lips. The first bite is heaven: the crisp exterior gives way to a warm, decadent center, the chocolate melting on your tongue in a symphony of flavors. The following bites are just as good, and so are the next chocolate au pain you snatch. You barely register the crumbs that scatter across your lap as you devour the pastries. [if Patisseriedef == 6] {link to: 'Bakery final cutscene 3', label: 'Back'} [else] {link to: 'Patisserie', label: 'Back'}

Eclairs: true Patisseriedef: Patisseriedef + 1 calories: calories + 612 -- You waddle towards the éclairs, drawn in by their glossy chocolate glaze and creamy filling. Each one is perfectly piped, the chocolate coating glistening under the purple, yet somehow warm light of the patisserie. Without hesitation, you grab one and bring it to your mouth, your teeth sinking into the delicate pastry shell. As you chew you can't help but notice a faint hint of staleness, as if the pastry had been sitting out for just a tad too long. It's hardly worth mentioning, especially when compared to the overwhelming sweetness of the creamy filling that you're partially spilling onto the floor. Oops. [if Patisseriedef == 6] {link to: 'Bakery final cutscene 3', label: 'Back'} [else] {link to: 'Patisserie', label: 'Back'}

Danishpastry: true Patisseriedef: Patisseriedef + 1 calories: calories + 532 -- [after 2 second] You can see that each of the danish pastry is filled with a combination of cream cheese and fruit jam, peeking out from beneath a delicate lattice of pastry dough. [after 6 second; append] It's tempting you closer and closer to its shelf. [after 9 second] They feel surprisingly warm in your hand. With a satisfied grin, you take a bite, savoring the rich cream cheese filling and the burst of fruity sweetness from the jam. It's not a perfect balance, they definitely put too of the cheese into it, but it still manages to make you craving for more with every bite. [after 19 second; append] And you quickly find that there aren't actually many mouthfuls left - you pick another one with your free hand. [if Patisseriedef == 6] {link to: 'Bakery final cutscene 3', label: 'Back'} [else] {link to: 'Patisserie', label: 'Back'}

Profiterols: true Patisseriedef: Patisseriedef + 1 calories: calories + 1512 -- You approach the profiteroles, their golden pastry shells glistening enticingly under the warm light. Each one is generously filled with rich vanilla cream and drizzled with a glistening chocolate sauce. They look almost too perfect to eat. Almost. You grab a handful of them and stuff them into your mouth, barely bothering to chew as the creamy filling oozes out onto your fingers. Before you know it, the entire tray they were sitting on is empty, and you're left licking your fingers. What's next? [if Patisseriedef == 6] {link to: 'Bakery final cutscene 3', label: 'Back'} [else] {link to: 'Patisserie', label: 'Back'}

Cannoli: true Patisseriedef: Patisseriedef + 1 calories: calories + 2040 -- [after 2 second] You're drawn to the cannoli like a moth to a flame, their crisp shells filled with a creamy ricotta cheese mixture and dotted with chocolate chips. [after 6 second; append] They look so innocent sitting there on the shelf, but you know better. [after 9 second] You snatch one up and take a big bite, the creamy filling bursting out and smearing across your face in a sticky mess. [after 13 second; append] The combination of sweet ricotta and rich chocolate overwhelms your senses, and you can't stop yourself - nor want to, at this point - from devouring an entire tray in record time, leaving nothing but a trail of crumbs and sticky fingerprints in your wake. [if Patisseriedef == 6] {link to: 'Bakery final cutscene 3', label: 'Back'} [else] {link to: 'Patisserie', label: 'Back'}

Operacake: true Patisseriedef: Patisseriedef + 1 calories: calories + 2040 -- [after 2 second] Your eyes lock onto the slices of opera cake, each layer of delicate sponge cake sandwiched between rich layers of coffee buttercream and ganache. [after 6 second] You grab a slice and shove it into your mouth, the layers collapsing together in a messy heap as you stuff it in your mouth in one go. There are tastes of coffee and chocolate dancing across your taste buds, and it feels great. Dancing, like in a opera! Well, you would assume there is some dancing in there, you've never been to nor seen one before. [after 17 second] Before you know it, you've polished off half of it. You feel a twinge of guilt, but it's quickly drowned out by the overwhelming satisfaction of a belly full of cake. [if Patisseriedef == 6] {link to: 'Bakery final cutscene 3', label: 'Back'} [else] {link to: 'Patisserie', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] With a last bite of yet another treat, you plop yourself down on one of the flimsy aluminium chairs. [after 5 second; append] You take a breather. [after 7 second; append] You look around you, and oh my god you've barely scratched the surface. [after 10 second] Not in terms of variety really, you've pretty much had some select few from every kind of pastry that the attic offers. [after 14 second; append] No, we're talking about sheer quantity. [after 16 second; append] The display cabinets are not restocking, and yet they don't look any emptier than when you first started. [after 20 second; append] You running around in a frenzy, pushing everything you could get your hands on inside of your quickly straining gut had barely an effect on what the spell spawned for you. [after 25 second] You place one hand on the swell of your belly, using the other to bring your pajama back down. [after 28 second; append] It's just hit you: the spell was obviously meant for a group of people. [after 31 second] [[It wasn't calibrated for just one person.->Bakery final cutscene 4]]

[after 2 second] Well, it's too late now to do anything about it. [after 4 second; append] Worse yet, you still feel somewhat... wanting. [after 6 second; append] Not really hungry per say, just... needing more. [after 8 second; append] No, not more. [after 9 second; append] All of it. [after 10 second; append] Every single croissant, cake, eclair, whatever the hell it's in here - it's got your name on it. [after 13 second] As the purple light beneath your feet rises to intensity, you also rise from the chair and plunge yourself mouth first into the pastries on display. [after 17 second; append] Bite after groan after moan you begin eating like a starved pig. [after 20 second; append] The space surrounding you also begins to lose its decency as in your frenzy you make a mess on every surface you either gorge on, slide your tits on, or bump with your belly. [after 24 second] [[A belly that now groans and gurgles for even more.->Bakery final cutscene 5]]

[after 2 second] In what you must assume is the hours you spend here, you occasionally take a seater on the ground - [after 5 second; append] still happily chewing along whatever mixture of butter, filling or chocolate you're having now. [after 8 second; append] You moan as the fabric of your pajamas start to give out. [after 11 second] Your eyes circle around in a daze of sugar rush... [after 14 second] [[...you're about half-way there.->Bakery end]]

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The text didn't really outline how you should be arranging the items, but you've got to start somewhere. You dutifully place the crowbar and Jake's hair on opposite sides of the main circle, with the cheesecake right in the middle of it, letting the purple hue emanating from under the fabric shine on its perfectly round edge. Ah, right: you then place the t-shirt next to it as well. With your feet onto the furthest circle from the center, you say the necessary incantation aloud. [["From depths below, with hunger grow, demon's grace, glutton's flow."->Demon cutscene 1]]

[if shapeextrasigils == false; after 2 second] For a while, nothing happens. There's an embarrassing silence surrounding you, making you question if the book or this whole magic thing is actually for real. Did you actually fall for it? Well, at least there's no one around to judge you for it... that's a positive. [if shapeextrasigils == false; after 6 second] Speaking of judgment, you can't tell if that's caused by the circle of Gluttony, or just how bad you've gotten at controlling yourself around food, [if shapeextrasigils == false; after 9 second; append] but you find yourself having to stop yourself from picking the [[cheesecake->Demon alt cutscene 1]] back again and bringing it to your mouth... [if shapeextrasigils == false; after 12 second] [[Keep waiting.->Demon cutscene 2]] [if shapeextrasigils == true; after 2 second] For a while, nothing happens. There's an embarrassing silence surrounding you, making you question if the book or this whole magic thing is actually for real. Did you actually fall for it? Well, maybe you just broke the circle by doodling over it. Careful as you've been, you've never been much of an artist... [if shapeextrasigils == true; after 6 second] Well, maybe it's still working a little bit. You can't tell if that's caused by the circle of Gluttony, or just how bad you've gotten at controlling yourself around food, [if shapeextrasigils == true; after 9 second; append] but you find yourself having to stop yourself from picking the [[cheesecake->Demon alt cutscene 1]] back again and bringing it to your mouth... [if shapeextrasigils == true; after 12 second] [[Keep waiting.->Lesser Demon cutscene 1]]

[after 2 second] You know what? You've had enough of this - what the hell are you even waiting for? [after 5 second] Not unlike a grazing animal, you get yourself on all four, right on top of the cheesecake's sugar coating. [after 9 second; append] As you munch into it, you can feel your belly slopping around under you, making contact with the parque of the attic - somehow, this makes the whole experience a lot more enjoyable. [after 13 second; append] It takes you a good few minutes to eat the entire thing, and when you're done you sit back and pat your belly. What a find. [if shapeextrasigils == false; after 17 second] [[But then you notice it.->Demon alt cutscene 2]] [if shapeextrasigils == true; after 17 second] [[But then you notice it.->Lesser Demon cutscene 1]]

[after 2 second] Soon enough something does, [after 3 second; append] in fact, [after 4 second; append] happen. [after 6 second] You watch in awe as the crowbar and the hair begin to float over to the center of the circle, circling then finally hiding under the t-shirt. [after 10 second; append] This indument then also begins to float, thought it doesn't feel the need to move that far: it makes it to the cheesecake, seemingly absorbing it into itself. [after 14 second] As if being filled with water, the shirt... enlarges in front of you. [after 17 second; append] At first it resembles a simple sphere. [after 19 second; append] Then a potato. [after 21 second; append] Then you begin to make out rolls of fat and the start of a butt crack. [after 24 second; append] As purple thighs appear downward from inside the shirt, you can confirm that whatever is materializing inside of your attic is not facing you. [after 28 second; append] With a loud thump the large purple entity drops a feet or so onto the parque. [after 31 second] [[It then turns around to face you.->Demon cutscene 3]]

[after 2 second] Soon enough something does, [after 3 second; append] in fact, [after 4 second; append] happen. [after 6 second] You watch in awe as the crowbar and the hair begin to float over to the center of the circle, circling then finally hiding under the t-shirt. [after 10 second; append] This indument then also begins to float, though... it feels off. [after 12 second; append] It turns around again and again, seemingly searching for something, checking the circle once or twice. [after 15 second; append] It finally shrughs and return to the center. [after 18 second] As if being filled with water, the shirt is filled in front of you. [after 21 second; append] At first it resembles a simple sphere. [after 23 second; append] Then a potato. [after 25 second; append] Then you begin to make out a thin waist and the start of a butt crack. [after 28 second; append] As purple thighs appear downward from inside the shirt, you can confirm that whatever is materializing inside of your attic is not facing you. [after 32 second; append] With a soft thump the voluptuous purple entity drops a feet or so onto the parque. [after 35 second] [[It then turns around to face you.->Demon alt cutscene 3]]

[after 2 second] So this is what a demon of Gluttony looks like. [after 4 second; append] Uh. [after 6 second] You had pictured something way worse in your mind. [after 9 second; append] The figure standing in front of you is not much different than an obese woman. [after 12 second; append] Well ok, her skin is purple and her eyes are a bright white, but the fact that it's only wearing a shirt bothers you more than anything else. [after 16 second] Taking her in, obese might've been an understatment. [after 19 second; append] Her round belly is massive, almost coming in contact with yours, and it's decorated by an equally unmodest set of tits. [after 23 second; append] And you've had the chance to see her ass too - that was nothing to sneeze at. [after 26 second] ~~Well then, thank you so much. It takes effort, you know.~~ [after 29 second] The demoness shines a knowing smile towards you. [after 32 second; append] Can she read your thoughts? [after 34 second; append] If that's the case, she doesn't seem bothered by your comments on her size. [after 37 second; append] Instead she just takes a few steps to her right to look out the window. [after 40 second] [[~~Alright then, you've gone through the ritual. You've got me here. What do you want?~~->Demon cutscene 4]]

[after 2 second] You don't really get how, but you get the impression that the demoness is demanding some kind of instruction from you. [after 6 second; append] Instructions that, well... you hadn't really thought to prepare beforehand. [after 9 second; append] But it should be pretty straightforward, right? [after 12 second] ~~It's not rocket science, sweetie.~~ [after 15 second] You step closer to the demoness, surprising her with your bravado. [after 18 second; append] Taking a deep breath, you think through what you could order her to do. [after 21 second] [[..maybe have her gain weight in your stead? Mmm...->Demon cutscene weight option]] [after 24 second] [[...how about making her turn you back to being skinny?->Demon cutscene skinny option]] [after 27 second] [[Then again, you're still starving. You should totaly ask her for something to eat. For, uh... for free? Ugh, this is hard!->Demon cutscene free food]] [after 30 second] [[...you...uh, you should... oh god. Too many choices!->Demon cutscene sandwich]]

[after 2 second] ~~There we go. That wasn't so hard now, was it?~~ [after 5 second] You watch as the demoness smiles again and takes a step towards you. [after 8 second; append] You shiver as her hot hand touches the top of your belly, steaming like a hot iron, but seemingly leaving no mark on your pajamas. [after 12 second] ~~Now, you didn't really discuss the terms of our little arrangment beforehand... big mistake. But hey, I can see you're a total newbie. I'll go easy on you.~~ [after 17 second] You gasp as the demoness reaches for the hems of your shirt and swiftly uncovers you up to your tits. [after 20 second; append] Your eyes instinctly close in fear, but after a light tickle, she seems to be done. [after 23 second; append] You look down to where she laid her finger and you see something tatooed on your skin: [after 26 second] [[2 YEARS->Demon cutscene weight timelapse]] [after 28 second] ~~You really should've brought a pen and some paper.~~

[after 2 second] ~~There we go. That wasn't so hard now, was it?~~ [after 5 second] You watch as the demoness smiles again and takes a step towards you. [after 8 second; append] You shiver as her hot hand touches the top of your belly, steaming like a hot iron, but seemingly leaving no mark on your pajamas. [after 12 second] ~~Now, are you sure about that? It ain't going to... no, you know what? I'm not paid enough to give unsolicited advice to the likes of you. You'll see for yourself.~~ [after 17 second] You gasp as the demoness reaches for the hems of your shirt and swiftly uncovers you up to your tits. [after 20 second; append] Your eyes instinctly close in fear, but after a light tickle, she seems to be done. [after 23 second; append] You look down to where she laid her finger and you see something tatooed on your skin: [after 26 second] [[I'LL GIVE IT 1 YEAR->Demon cutscene weight option .3 timelapse]] [after 28 second] ~~You really should've brought a pen and some paper.~~

[after 2 second] ~~There we go. That wasn't so hard now, was it?~~ [after 5 second] You watch as the demoness smiles again and takes a step towards you. [after 8 second; append] You shiver as her hot hand touches the top of your belly, steaming like a hot iron, but seemingly leaving no mark on your pajamas. [after 12 second] ~~Now, you didn't really discuss the terms of our little arrangment beforehand... big mistake. But this is a painfully simple request. I'll go easy on you.~~ [after 17 second] You gasp as the demoness reaches for the hems of your shirt and swiftly uncovers you up to your tits. [after 20 second; append] Your eyes instinctly close in fear, but after a light tickle, she seems to be done. [after 23 second; append] You look down to where she laid her finger and you see something tatooed on your skin: [after 26 second] [[3 MONTHS->Free food Timelapse]] [after 28 second] ~~You really should've brought a pen and some paper.~~

[after 2 second] ~~...what? Are you for real?~~ [after 5 second] The demoness frowns and takes a step towards you. [after 8 second; append] You shiver as her hot hand touches the top of your belly, steaming like a hot iron, but seemingly leaving no mark on your pajamas. [after 12 second] ~~This is a waste of my time. You know that, right? I... alright, tell you what, just give me a minute.~~ [after 16 second] You watch as she sighs in exasperation, and then searches under her stretched t-shirt for something. [after 19 second; append] You don't really get how, but she manages to retrieve the [[cheesecake->demon cutscene weight option .4]] you placed down for the ritual. [after 22 second; append] With a slight smirk, the demoness holds it on the palms of her hands, seemingly wanting to give it back to you.

[after 2 second] You bend forward slightly from your lounge chair, stretching to reach your sandwich inside of your bag. [after 5 second; append] The warm beach sun beats down on your back as you grab it. [after 8 second; append] It's got the perfect balance of flavors - Jake always gets the ratio of meat to cheese just right. [after 11 second] You snatch a final bite from it, licking your lips of mayonnaise as you do so. [after 14 second; append] But... something feels off. [after 16 second; append] You hear, no, feel a rumbling... [after 19 second] [[...is it... is coming from your belly?->Demon cutscene weight option .2.3]]

[after 2 second] The rumbling gets louder, then even more so. [after 5 second; append] Worried, you place your hands on top of your belly, but nothing can prepare you from what's coming next. [after 9 second] Your eyes widen as your midriff begins to expand outward like a water balloon. [after 13 second; append] Your eyesight gets worryingly higher off the sand as in less than a minute your body regains all of its lost weight. [after 17 second; append] Your ass, thighs, chest, even your fingers are brought back to two years ago. [after 21 second; append] But it doesn't stop. [after 23 second; append] It's as if all of the calories you've freely ingested are coming back to haunt you, tearing your tits free of your bikini and leaving you as the bloated, massively fat woman you were supposed to have grown into for the last two years. [after 28 second] The lounge chair snaps below you, lower you back down onto the sand. [after 31 second; append] You hear and partially see nearby people coming over to you with a surprised look on your face. [after 35 second; append] You sigh, not really needing the attention right about now. [after 39 second] [[How are you going to fit inside of your car for the way back home?->Weight option end]]

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At first, you thought it had been a dream. Who wouldn't? You would've kept on thinking your mind had just made up a fun adventure around the house, with a demon at the end of it and you having woken up just before it was about to get you. But then you looked at the mirror: the tattoo was still there, right on top of your belly, curving around it's curve. Big gothic letters spelling out "3 MONTHS". It didn't take much longer to understand what was going on. You got to the kitchen and took some eggs and bacon from the fridge, ready for some breakfast - you realized you had forgotten about milk and opened it back again. To your confusion, another carton of eggs and packet of bacon had appeared. The same was actually true of the milk carton as well, you had picked one already and just forgot about it: now there were two of them. You picked up some other stuff, placed them away, and then did it again and again and again, even with the refrigerator. At a certain point you realized that there wasn't any more space on the table, and with an awed expression the possibilities began to sink in. And finally, a week later, you also found that the same basic principle could be applied on food containers from a delivery or takeaway. [[You just had to not throw them into the trash.->Demon cutscene weight option .1.2]]

[after 2 second] Maybe it's the fact that she's a demon of Glutton, but before you realize it you get near her and begin eating directly from her hands - [after 6 second; append] right on top of the cheesecake's sugar coating and with no utensils, like a starving animal. [after 10 second; append] As you munch into it, you can feel your belly being caressed by another set of hands, like a massage. [after 14 second; append] Likewise, you feel another one patting you on the head, like the good girl you are. [after 18 second; append] You start going down on the cake faster and faster, as if your life depends on eating as much of it as possible in one go. [after 22 second; append] The last bites are forcibly jammed into your mouth by yet another hand - somehow, this makes the whole experience a lot more enjoyable. [after 26 second] As you lick the hands clean of any residue, you slowly regain control over yourself, taking a step back and turning your head towards the demoness eyes. [after 30 second] [[You don't know how, but from her smile you get the impressions she's proud of you for finishing all of it.->Demon cutscene weight option .4.2]]

badgluttonydeal: true -- [after 2 second] ~~Well hey, you definitely got the spirit, I underestimated your dedication to the cause.~~ [after 5 second] You just stand there, still woozy from the sheer amount of sugar that you ingested in such a short time, as she places a had on your shoulder. [after 9 second] ~~Now, I might not need to explain it to you, but... I've given you something and you accepted it. I'm free to go. Have a great rest of the evening, dear, I'm sure I will.~~ [after 14 second] You watch as the demoness walks back to the circle and a bright light envelops her. [after 17 second; append] As she disappears from your attic she turns around one last time. [after 20 second] {link to: 'attic', label: '~~Oh, and try to have something you actually need me for next time!~~'} [note] (The ritual circle is still giving out an aura, but she gets the feeling it's now inactive.) [continued]

In the following 3 months you make the most of it, allowing yourself to take full advantage of the endless buffet your house and all restaurants with a delivery service in a 10 mile radius have turned into. From morning to sunset, every single day you're quite literally gorging yourself into exaustion. You start by eating from the same plate of a full english breakfast Jake cooked you as a treat the day after that night. You send it down with an endless stream of chocolate milk, and follow that up with a cream cheese bagel that forgot how to become stale. The rest of the day is you grazing from whatever random assortment of containers you have at arm's lenght, occasionally being reminded by the clock on your phone that it's now lunch or dinner's time. Not that it matters when you never stop filling yourself up, but it's nice to share something lighter or healthier with your husband when it comes back from work. [[Like some pasta, for example.->Demon cutscene weight option .1.3]]

Now that you find yourself of what you're pretty confident it's the end date of your deal, you can't help but feel grateful. Not for the food, you've already expressed your gratitude for it enough times. Instead, you're relieved that the deal altered Jake perception of things. At least you think that's what happened. He has remained unquestioning for the entire duration of time you've had this gift, acting as if nothing odd was going on, not even mentioning the writing on your gut. Even when he was seeing you eat from the same bucket of chicken wings for hours on end and with you questioning about it - always rationalizing it away. Except the first couple of days, he looked somewhat confused. Well, it made adding on a breazy 22 pounds a hell of a lot easier on your conscience. And as you lay sat on your couch full to the brim with BBQ meats and Bluberry pie, you can only hope that as midnight goes by he won't stop rubbing your belly. [[Either way, you might have another pact to make.->Free food option end]]

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[after 2 second] Maybe you should've been more specific with your request? [after 5 second; append] Maybe the demoness you summoned was just an asshole, how about that; [after 8 second; append] [[she got her warning or stupid moral across.->Demon cutscene weight option .3.3]]

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[after 2 second] So this is what a demon of Gluttony looks like? [after 4 second; append] That can't be right. [after 6 second] You had pictured something way... fatter in your mind. [after 9 second; append] The figure standing in front of you is not much different than a normal, albeit tall woman. [after 12 second; append] Well no, not really: her skin is magenta, her eyes are a bright white, and she is, for a lack of a better word, absolutely stunning. [after 16 second; append] She's only wearing the shirt that you've given her, and you're honestly getting envious of how well she's pulling it off. [after 20 second] Taking her in, stunning might've been an understatment. [after 23 second; append] Her chest fills up the tee to conveniently allow for her washboard abs to show themselves. [after 26 second; append] And you've had the chance to see her ass too - that was nothing to sneeze at. [after 29 second] ~~Aww, thank you so much. It takes effort, you know.~~ [after 32 second] The demoness shines a knowing smile towards you. [after 35 second; append] Can she read your thoughts? [after 37 second; append] If that's the case, she seems to appreciate your comments. [after 40 second; append] She just takes a few steps to her right to look out the window. [after 43 second] ~~Alright then sweetie, you've gone through the ritual, we can go ahead and- wait... no. That's not right.~~ [after 47 second] [[You see her body freeze as she looks to the ground and the circle where she was summoned.->Demon alt cutscene 4]]

[after 2 second] You see her face contort first into confusion, [after 4 second; append] then shock, [after 6 second; append] then quicky followed by frustration and anger. [after 8 second; append] The last one strikes you particolarly harder as it's clearly directed towards you. [after 11 second; append] What did you do wrong? [after 13 second; append] Other than summoning a demon, that was bad enough in and of itself. [after 16 second] ~~You... you're an asshole, you know that?~~ [after 19 second] The demoness closes the gap between the two of you. [after 22 second; append] You gasp as her smoldering hands grab you by your shoulders. [after 25 second] ~~How?? How do you mess up a ritual so bad that you summon a demon of Lust instead of one of Gluttony? With a perfectly drawn circle nonetheless! There's no way you made that on your own, you fatass.~~ [after 30 second] She finally eases her grip with an exaspherated exale of smoke. [after 33 second; append] She instead focuses her attention on the book. [after 36 second] ~~Fine. Fine! It's not like I have a choice. I'm assuming that I'll have to... yep, of course. I now have to gain weight in your stead.~~ [after 41 second] [[~~Let's just get this over with. Get that shirt off.~~->Demon cutscene Alt]]

At first, you thought it had been a dream. Who wouldn't? You would've kept on thinking your mind had just made up a fun adventure around the house, with a demon at the end of it and you having woken up just before it was about to get you. But then you looked at the mirror: the tattoo was still there, right on top of your belly, curving around it's curve. Big gothic letters spelling out "2 YEARS". 16 year old you would have loved it. She never had the guts to get her actual skin permanently marked, and having been her you can tell it was honestly for the better. It actually took a while to realize what had actually happened, a few months or so. It was actually Jake who first mentioned it funnily enough. The two of you were walking back to the car after a surprise encounter with a buffet restaurant, and he commented on the fact that you hardly looked like you had eaten anything at all. It wasn't true of course, you ate enough plates for a family of four in the span of an hour or so, all in front of a full restaurant of people... but yeah, your belly wasn't looking as full as it should've been. The scale confirmed it: you weren't gaining weight. At all. Hell, in the two years you even managed to lose a significant amount of pounds. [[Not bad.->Demon final cutscene alt 3]]

You find yourself sat at a table inside of an italian restaurant. On the other side is Jake, and thank god for that: it would be one hell of a weird anniversary if your fiance had just ditched you. But he didn't, he never did: he has always been at your side, always lovely, always as beautiful and considerate as the day you first met him. It was him that encouraged you to order as much as you have, but he can't take the blame for all of what's about to cruise in front of you two. You went above and beyond with it, ordering multiple plates of pasta, meats, and other such goodies. It turns out that when you're unable to feel full and gain weight, it all goes to your head very, very fast. It's only been a couple minutes since the server took your orders, so you do have time to excuse yourself to the bathroom before anything arrives. You get up and walk to the other side of the restaurant, making sure to have your butt in view of Jake, swinging side to side. [[Although smaller than it used to be, it perfectly stretches your flowing red dress.->Demon final cutscene alt 3.5

[after 2 second] You feel your cheeks redden as standing there, naked, she jiggles her belly with her free hand. It's funny, she almost looks the way you did two years ago. Though contrary to yours, her body clearly did its best to settle all of the fat she must have syphoned off of you in the most optimal of places: her chest, her thighs, her ass. [after 7 second; append] Well, [after 8 second; append] the first few months at least. [after 10 second] The demoness expression flickers between haze, discomfort and frustration, the latter of which directed at you. [after 13 second] ~~I just wanted to show you how much damage you've done before saying goodbye. Don't summon me ever again. I'm *buurp*... I'm being serious.~~ [after 16 second] In a blink of an eye the bathroom mirror reappears in front of you, reflecting off your worried expression. [after 19 second] [[Couldn't she have appeared before your order?->Demon Alt end]]

[after 2 second] You watch as the demoness takes a step towards you. [after 5 second; append] You shiver as her hot hand touches the top of your belly, steaming like a hot iron. [after 8 second; append] Your eyes instinctly close in fear, but after a light tickle, she seems to be done. [after 11 second; append] You look down to where she laid her finger and you see something tatooed on your skin: [after 14 second] [[2 WHOLE YEARS->Demon final cutscene alt timelapse]] [after 16 second] ~~You couldn't even be bothered to bring a pen? Not even some paper? No wonder you've gotten this big, you lazy bones.~~

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[after 2 second] You reach out hesitantly, your fingers making contact with the surprisingly hot glass. As soon as you touch it, the magenta hue intensifies dramatically, and the entire mirror begins to glow. [after 5 second] You step back in alarm, but instead of your reflection, you now see something else entirely - a familiar pink-skinned figure. [after 8 second; append] The demoness. [after 10 second] The very same from two years ago... [after 11 second; append] [[is what you assume from context clues.->Demon final cutscene alt 3.75]]

Blackholeending: 0 righthousecalories: 0 lefthousecalories: 0 furtherLhousecalories: 0 furtherRhousecalories: 0 -- [after 2 second] The text didn't really outline how you should be arranging the items, but this seems pretty straightforward. [after 5 second; append] You dutifully place Jake's hair and the breadbasket right on the center, letting the purple hue emanating from circle embrace the wooden frame of the container. [after 9 second] With your feet onto the furthest circle from the center, you say the necessary incantation aloud. [after 12 second] [["Whispered thread, beckon bread, bring feast near, void is fed."->Black hole cutscene 1]]

paperbagsrighthouse: false -- [after 2 second] You watch as the strands interwine with the ones making the breadbasket, which starts to shake with some vigor. [after 5 second; append] It goes on like this for a while, eventually slowing down and opening its lid on its own. [after 8 second; append] Inside you see... nothing. [after 10 second] Not the strands of hair, not even the bottom of the basket: there's only a deep darkness, a void. [after 13 second; append] You slowly near it to get a better look. [after 15 second; append] It certainly looks interesting but... what did this have to do with gluttony again? [after 18 second] ~~Come on now, don't be shy...~~ [after 20 second] [[~~...put your hand inside of it.~~->Black hole cutscene 3]]

Blackholeending: Blackholeending + 1 -- [if Blackholeending == 1; after 2 second] Against your better judgment, you decide to try and touch inside of the breadbasket. Your hands goes in and... your sight goes black. [if Blackholeending == 1; after 6 second] No, not entirely. While you're scarily certain that you're no longer inside of your attic, you're also feeling something. There's no right way to describe it, but bit by bit some rough outlines begin to form. Vague shapes inside of your mind, some stronger than others, beckoning you towards them one way or another. [if Blackholeending == 1; after 12 second] You direct your attention towards... [if Blackholeending >= 2; after 2 second] The blinding white light recedes and you find yourself back where you started. [if Blackholeending >= 2; after 5 second] Shapes, fairly similar to each other... they seem to be houses. The more you concentrate on them, the stronger the aroma of whichever food are inside of them. You find yourself floating towards them, light as a feather inside an ocean of darkness. [if Blackholeending >= 2; after 10 second] You direct your attention towards... [if lefthousecalories < 1; after 13 second] [[...the house to the left.->Left house]] [if righthousecalories < 2; after 13 second] [[...the house to the right.->Right house]] [if righthousecalories == 2; if Blackholeending >= 3; after 13 second] [[...the house to the right? Again?->Right house]] [if furtherLhousecalories < 2; after 13 second] [[...the house further to the left.->Further Left house]] [if furtherRhousecalories < 2; after 13 second] [[...the house further to the right.->Further Right house]] [if lefthousecalories >= 1; if righthousecalories >= 2; if furtherLhousecalories >= 2; if furtherRhousecalories >= 2; after 13 second] [[...the house in the center.->Black hole cutscene 4]]

You float your way into the living space of the house to the left. In front of you, a [[small bed]] and its [[bedside table->bedside table left house]] lay flush with the wall. Next to them, you can see a [[treadmill->treadmill left house]]. To the left is the part of the studio apartment dedicated to the kitchen: there's a couple of [[cabinets]] next to the fume hood of the stove, and a [[minifridge]] to the side. What little remaining space was left to the counter is taken up by a [[laundry basket]]. To the right is the window to a [[balcony->balcony to the left house]] and [[short couch]], also occupied by clothes. Behind you there's the [[⛺entrance to the house->entrance to left house]], and to the opposite side also the door to the [[🛀bathroom->bathroom left house]]. [if lefthousecalories >= 1] Looking at the front door of the house, you can see it's letting out a sliver of white light. It sounds obvious, but you instinctly know that if you were to open it, it would lead you... well... [[🔳Outside->Black hole cutscene 3]].

You float your way into the bedroom of the house further to the left. In front of you is an absolute mess. A large [[queen-sized bed]] occupies most of the room's cramped space, and you can see it's covered in a colorful mixture of [if assortedwrappers == false] [append] [[plastic wrappers]] [continued] [if assortedwrappers == true] [append] [[plastic wrappers->plastic wrappers searched]] [continued] [append] . At its feet there's a tower of [[plates]], with some [[empty trays]] to the side. To the left, behind a green rectangle, is a colorful looking [[desk]] also overwhelmingly full of trash, mostly cans and take-out boxes. To the right is also an overcrowded [[dresser]]. Behind you is the door to the [[🛋️living room->living room further left house]]. [if furtherLhousecalories >= 2] Looking at the bedroom door, you can see it's letting out a sliver of white light. It sounds obvious, but you instinctly know that if you were to open it, it would lead you... well... [[🔳Outside->Black hole cutscene 3]]. [continue]

You float your way into the living room of the house to the right. In front of you, a plush [[sofa->sofa right house]] sits beside a flickering fireplace... nope, that's just a [[screen->screen right house]] displaying a live stream of a fireplace. A worn-out rug lies haphazardly on the floor - it could do with a little cleaning. A small side table holds a stack of [[papers and post-it notes->papers and post-it notes right house]] [append] [if cuprighthouse == false] [append] and a [[half-empty cup->cup right house]], with beads of condensation clinging to its surface. [else] [append] . [continue] Opposite the fireplace is a staircase to the [[⤴️upper floor->Nothing of interest right house]]. On your left, a closed door hints at the presence of a [[🍽️kitchen->right house kitchen]]. [if righthousecalories >= 2] Looking at the front door of the house, you can see it's letting out a sliver of white light. It sounds obvious, but you instinctly know that if you were to open it, it would lead you... well... [[🔳Outside->Black hole cutscene 3]]. [continue]

You float your way into the house further to the right. You find yourself inside the biggest living room you've ever been into. To the left, a bunch of thick, dark wood tables have been arranged in a line and covered in all kinds of [[plates and bowls]]. Opposite to them is a lot of empty space, clearly meant to host a great deal of people. A bunch of balloons have been strung together in the corners, and you can also spot some of them surrounding the [[large screen]] on one of the walls. The [[bookshelves]] nearby remind you that this is actually someone's mansion and not just a rented avenue. Looking around you find the archways to what you can assume to be the [[🚪entrance->entrance further right house]] and the [[🍽️kitchen area->kitchen area further right house]]. [if furtherRhousecalories >= 2] Looking at the curtains on top of the windows, you can see they are letting in a sliver of white light. It sounds obvious, but you instinctly know that if you were to cross through, they would lead you... well... [[🔳Outside->Black hole cutscene 3]].

[after 2 second] Same as you did with the other houses, you get closer to the one in the center... [after 5 second; append] but it feels different. [after 7 second; append] Bit by bit you begin to feel heavier, then a little sluggish too. [after 10 second; append] You attempt to turn around, but it's no use. [after 13 second] [[This house... no... *your* house is pulling you back in.->Black hole cutscene 4.5]]

[after 2 second] You struggle again, trying your best to gather enough strength to get up from the floor, but no luck. [after 5 second; append] Face it, Emily: you're pinned to the floor. [after 8 second] You belch as your hands make contact with the top of your gut. [after 11 second; append] Was this part of the spell? [after 13 second; append] Where did it say that everything you took was going to be force-fed to you? [after 16 second; append] Not fair. [after 17 second; append] And what now? [after 19 second] [[Are you really supposed to just sit here and wait it out?->Black hole cutscene 5.5]]

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- A dessert dense in calories - A table cloth - A small strand of hair from a loved one, be it from a person or pet - A Breadbasket - A small strand of hair from a loved one, be it from a person or pet - A metallic object - An old and weathered indument - A dessert dense in calories - A metallic object - A framed photo - Some grass

You near the outermost ring of the circle. You sigh: what have you gotten yourself into? Are you really about to start... what, doing magic? Part of you knows this is either going to hurt your feelings once it doesn't work, or make a big mess once - if - it does. But you've always been a curious person. Maybe not so much as of late, you did flake once on once too many hiking trips with your friends, but hey. What if it does work? You dabbled with sorcery and demonic iconografy when you were a teen, for like a semester or so. Wouldn't it be cool if little young you had been right all along, and you really had it in you to cast spells and such? You've got to give it a try. [note] Note to self, the crowbar is also used for the entering of the pantry [continued] [if dessertdenseincalories == false; if tablecloth == false; if smallstrandofhair == false; if breadbasket == false; if metallicobject == false; if oldweatheredindument == false; if framedphoto == false; if grass == false] Still, as it stands, you don't have anything with you that you could use for a spell. [else] As it stands, you can arrange onto the circle: [if dessertdenseincalories == true] A cheesecake. [if tablecloth == true] A tablecloth. [if smallstrandofhair == true] Some of Jake's hair. [if breadbasket == true] A bread basket. [if metallicobject == true] A crowbar. [if oldweatheredindument == true] An old blouse. [if framedphoto == true] A framed photo. [if grass == true] Some grass. [continued] {link to: 'shape', label: 'Back'}

tablecloth: true -- You reach out and move bowls, glasses, plates aside before picking up the tablecloth. It wasn't as noticeable when it was sitting on the table, but man, this thing has got stains all over the place. And crumbs too, though those are now on the ground. You should really swap these out more often, this is kind of gross to hold. {link to: 'living room', label: 'Back'}

You select the items you need and after making absolutely sure of what was written inside of the book, you start preparing for the spell. ~~A bit anxious, are we? I'm sure you'll do just fine.~~ With what you have at your disposal you could... [if dessertdenseincalories == true; if tablecloth == true] ...attempt to [[summon a bakery->Bakery final cutscene 0]]... [continue] [if dessertdenseincalories == true; if smallstrandofhair == true; if metallicobject == true; if oldweatheredindument == true] ...get [[a demon's attention->Demon cutscene 0]]... [continue] [if smallstrandofhair == true; if breadbasket == true] ...tap into [[the void->Black hole cutscene 0]]... [continue] [if metallicobject == true; if framedphoto == true; if grass == true] ...get [[rid of your hunger->hungerless cutscene 0]]... [continue] [[...well, you could always do something else instead.->shape]]

breadbasket: true -- You reach out for the breadbox - it's a simple design, nothing fancy, just a plain white box that can open. You should make sure it's empty beforehand, shouldn't you? I mean it could mess up the ritual or something. You lift up the lid and oh my god! It's completely empty! If you don't count all of this disappointment it has just given you. {link to: 'garage', label: 'Back'}

You near the outermost ring of the circle. You sigh: what have you gotten yourself into? Are you really about to start... what, doing magic? Part of you knows this is either going to hurt your feelings once it doesn't work, or make a big mess once - if - it does. But you've always been a curious person. Maybe not so much as of late, you did flake once on once too many hiking trips with your friends, but hey. What if it does work? You dabbled with sorcery and demonic iconografy when you were a teen, for like a semester or so. Wouldn't it be cool if little young you had been right all along, and you really had it in you to cast spells and such? You've got to give it a try. Note to self, the crowbar is also used for the entering of the pantry You have a few items at your disposal you could arrage on the circle, namely: [if dessertdenseincalories == true] A [[cheesecake->spell cheesecake]. [if tablecloth == true] A [[tablecloth->spell table cloth]. [if smallstrandofhair == true] Some of [[Jake's hair->spell Jake's hair]. [if breadbasket == true] A [[bread basket->spell bradbasket]. [if metallicobject == true] A [[crowbar->spell crowbar]. [if oldweatheredindument == true] An [[old blouse->spell blouse]. [if framedphoto == true] A [[framed photo->spell framed photo]. [if grass == true] Some [[grass->spell grass]. [continued] {link to: '🛠️attic', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] Arching yourself down to the floor, you place the framed photo right in the middle of the circle, with the crowbar and grass in front of it. [after 6 second; append] You find yourself hesitant to go through with it: you can do without the crowbar and you have plenty of grass on your lawn, but you really, really don't want the photo to be damaged or lost in any way. [after 10 second; append] Although dark you can still spot that warm, orange sunset, almost shining of its own light in the middle of all this purple. [after 14 second] To be honest, you're not even sure why you're doing this in the first place... [after 17 second; append] [[but that's not entirely true, is it?->Hungerless cutscene 1]]

You try your best to go towards the other floor of the house, but find yourself unable to. It doesn't matter though... you get the impression there's nothing for you to check out there anyway. {link to: 'Right house', label: 'Back'}

scissors: true -- You pick up the scissors - they're nothing special, just a cheap pair you picked up from the dollar store ages ago. The blades are slightly dulled from the few years of use, but they still get the job done when needed. Which is almost never, now that you think about it. Yeah, you know what? They have no right to be this weathered up, this doesn't feel fair. Anyways, these can definitely be used to cut some hair for the ritual. You don't have a pet lying around (though you should totally get a cat someday), but you've got the best next thing a room over. {link to: 'bathroom', label: 'Back'}

smallstrandofhair: true -- [after 2 second] Alright Emily. [after 3 second; append] You got this. [after 5 second] Carefully, you squat your body down to his. You quickly find that in this position is not really easy to balance yourself - your belly making contact with the mattress seems to stabilize you a little better. [after 12 second; append] With a hesitant hand, you reach out... [after 15 second] *...snap!...* [after 17 second] ...and snip off a very, very small strand of Jake's hair. [after 20 second; append] You've now got a tiny tuft of soft, blonde hair in your palm. [after 23 second; append] It's not enough for him to notice once he wakes up, you try not to worry about that. And, in fact, you really should be concentrating on being more stealthy: you almost bump into the bed stand as you lift yourself back up again. {link to: 'bedroom', label: 'Back'}

dessertdenseincalories: true safecrack: true -- [after 2 second] You eye the cheesecake sitting in the safe, its creamy surface beckoning to you... [after 5 second; append] but you remain strong. [after 7 second; append] You resist the urge. [after 9 second; append] Instead, you carefully lift the cheesecake out of the safe, hating yourself for just placing such a delicacy away from your starving self. And you are just supposed to stand by this? For a ritual of gluttony no less? You feel like you've been handed conflicting instructions. {link to: 'guest bedroom', label: 'Back'}

framedphoto: true -- Well, wasn't one of the ingredients for one of the rituals a framed photo? You've already got one between your hands, might as well hold on to it in case you feel like experimenting today. Though are items used in a ritual destroyed or something? It would make sense, otherwise you'd just be able to just keep repeating the spell over and over. Hopefully they make an exception for this one - it would be a shame to lose such a good memory. {link to: 'garage', label: 'Back'}

grass: true -- [after 2 second] You lean down and pluck a handful of damp grass from the ground, feeling the cool, wet blades between your fingers. [after 5 second; append] Raindrops cling to the lush green strands, glistening in the moonlight as you gather them into your palm. [after 8 second] So this is what it feels to touch grass, uh? At long last. [after 11 second] It's... [after 13 second; append] it's beautiful. {link to: 'garden', label: 'Back'}

oldweatheredindument: true -- [after 2 second] Well, it's old alright, and its seams have clearly struggled before. [after 5 second; append] This could definitely work. [after 7 second; append] You pick up the blouse and turn around, bringing it outside the walk in wardrobe and into the bedroom. Yep, your intuition was right on this one: there's a little more light in here, and this thing is way too small. Really, you can't believe there was a time you could actually fit in this. Placing it on top of your pajama shows your gain pretty well, and your chest alone would likely make some of its buttons fly out across the room. Eh, maybe it's better this way: purple was never your color. {link to: 'walk-in wardrobe', label: 'Back'}

A large couch, not unlike your own when it comes to size, though it clearly has gone through a lot: you can spot stains and cuts all over its black surface. Maybe it was bought second hand, or maybe it just gets used a lot. Either way, it does not look inviting. {link to: 'Right house', label: 'Back'}

righthousescreen: righthousescreen + 1 -- [if righthousescreen == 1] Well, it seems wherever you have astrally projected into can't be close to your home - these guys seem to still have power. [continued] Why would you keep your tv on through the night? Why would you have it set to a live feed of a fireplace in the middle of summer? It's not even that convincing of an illusion, the tv is pretty small compared to the one you got back home. {link to: 'Right house', label: 'Back'}

This side table has been completely covered in random papers. As you scan through the ones at the surface, you can spot an endless barrage of mathematical equations, all of them way too complicated for you to decipher... well, you can assume so, though you physically can't read anything on top of it - the writing keeps on shifting. Whoever lives in here is probably a college student of some kind: among the papers are also some [[fast food wrappers]] [append] [if paperbagsrighthouse == false] , and you can also spot a couple of [[paper bags]] on the floor. [append] [else] . [continue] {link to: 'Right house', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] You woke up in the middle of the night with an unexplainable hunger within you, a need to eat so strong it got you to leave the bed and wander the house like a starved animal. [after 6 second; append] Then, you climb onto the attic, and would you look at that! There's a glow in the dark book dedicated to the demon of Gluttony. [after 10 second; append] A book that, now that you think about it, has been sitting here for god knows how long - possibly since you came into this house - ,right on top of were you sleep. [after 14 second] It's a silly thought. All of this is. [after 16 second; append] But as you look down at yourself for yet another time, it's hard not to wonder. [after 19 second; append] Have you really eaten yourself to this size? Or was it the book. [after 22 second] With your feet onto the furthest circle from the center, you say the necessary incantation aloud. [after 25 second] [["Metallic charm, memories warm, grasses sway, hunger stray."->Hungerless cutscene 2]]

largeboar: false -- [after 2 second] You watch in awe as from the photo the increasingly bright light of a sunset fills the attic. [after 5 second; append] Shading your eyes from its source, you also take a step back and feel a fuzzy surface hitting your left feet - [after 8 second; append] the grass seems to have spread across the wooden floor. [after 11 second] As the light finally subsides and you uncover your eyes, you notice that you are not in your attic anymore. [after 15 second; append] Instead, an endless ocean stands before you and the sunset. [after 18 second; append] You find yourself on an island just small enough that you can see its end in all directions. [after 21 second] [[You're not alone.->Hungerless cutscene 4]]

[after 2 second] For starters, everything that was in the attic came with you: the armchair, the old dusty furniture and candles, even that shape, though it's now drawn onto the ground. [after 6 second; append] In the middle of it you can see a [[oddly painted bell]], right above what you recognize as the framed photo. [after 9 second; append] You sigh, relieved - the incantation is probably not over, but the photo doesn't seem to have been harmed yet. [if largeboar == false; after 12 second] You recoil in surprise as you feel yet another fuzzy surface nudging you from behind. [if largeboar == false; after 15 second; append] Turning around, you watch confused what appears to be a [[large boar]], just watching you. [if largeboar == true; after 12 second] Turning around, you can see the [[large boar]], munching on... something. [if largeboar == true; after 15 second; append] You're pretty sure its not grass.

You approach the odd-looking bell. Its pole looks to be made out of a dull metal, and is a little dented. The same applies to the bell itself, which only differs in coloration: it appears to have been painted red. There is a string attached to it. ~~You should probably leave it alone.~~ [[Ring the bell.->Hungerless cutscene 5]] {link to: 'Hungerless cutscene 4', label: 'Back'}

largeboar: true -- Before you can attempt to distance yourself from what you know is a wild and dangerous animal, the boar closes the gap and nudges you again. It seems to be friendly? Now that you're close, you can see that this dark brown boar is not necessarily large per se. A better adjective would be fattened. Looking at its side you can see how its belly touches the ground, and how its neck has rolls to it. God knows how this animal has managed to get to this size on this barren island: the only edible thing here you can see is the grass under your feet, and you have doubts about its nutritional value. [[Pet it->Pet it.]] {link to: 'Hungerless cutscene 4', label: 'Back'}

With a little hesitation you go and pet the top of the boar's head. This little friendly act is reciprocated by the massive bulk of the animal rubbing itself onto your pajamas. It's a little much, but you appreciate the gesture. {link to: 'Hungerless cutscene 4', label: 'Back'}

hungerlessending: true -- [after 2 second] You near the bell and with one swing of your arm, pull onto the flimsy string. [after 5 second] The bell is rung, and the sound it makes it's so loud you can feel its vibration resonating inside of you. [after 8 second; append] You wince, and when you open your eyes again, it's all over. [after 11 second] [[You're in the dark again.->attic]]

You head for the stairs, but stop yourself at the first step. Why did you want to go into the living room? Usually it's to get a snack or something to eat, but guess what: you're not feeling all that hungry anymore. In fact, you find yourself feeling very tired all of a sudden. And you know from experience that your bed is much more comfortable than the couch. {link to: 'top corridor', label: 'Back'}

tomerevelation: true -- [after 2 second] Sure enough, it's a barcode and a date due sticker you recognize as being from a library close by. [after 5 second; append] This book was taken from a library, which shouldn't come at a surprise. You do remember Lily, its previous owner, writing that she had stumbled upon it there, and had then brought it home. [after 12 second] But something doesn't add up. [after 14 second; append] It's been due for just under 10 months. {link to: 'attic', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] Well, this little trip you took certainly took an interesting turn. [after 5 second; append] What did you even get up for? [after 7 second; append] For one, you were basically starving. [after 9 second; append] Then was also something else... right, the electricity was out. [after 12 second; append] It still is, but you're way too tired for that. [after 14 second; append] What are you supposed to do? You can only imagine how hard it would be to navigate the basement in the dark. You'd definitely get hurt. [after 18 second] Stumbling across a demonic ritual in your attic hadn't been part of the plan, but hey: you're not hungry anymore, are you now? [after 22 second; append] Problem fixed. [after 24 second; append] That is, if that was even a problem that needed fixing in the first place. [after 27 second; append] Well, ok, you have gained quite a lot of pounds, but you've always been quite the foodie... [after 30 second; append] it's not like the spell entirely removed your ability to feel hunger. Right? [after 33 second; append] By removing that book from the equation, it might have just reduced your appetite a bit. You can live with that. [after 37 second] [[Come on now, let's just get back to sleep...->Hunger-less end]]

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cuprighthouse: true righthousecalories: righthousecalories + 1 -- It seems like whoever lives here has ordered something from a nearby fast food joint. It would also appear that they forgot to drink most of their cola. What a shame... for them. It belongs to you now. {link to: 'Right house', label: 'Back'}

You cross through the door to the kitchen. In front of you, is [[cooking unit]] and a [[fridge->right house fridge]] with its doors left wide open. Near them, there's also a couple of [[cabinets->right house cabinets]]. [If Blackholeending == 1] To the left is also a table with some [[books->right house books]] on top of it. [If Blackholeending >= 2; If fastfoodmealright == 0] To the left is the same table as before, but the [[books->right house books]] have been hastly moved to the side to make space for a pretty sizable [[delivery->right house fast food meal]]. [If Blackholeending >= 2; If fastfoodmealright == 1] To the left is the same table as before, but the [[books->right house books]] have been hastly moved to the side to make space for a still decently sizable [[delivery->right house fast food meal]]. [If Blackholeending >= 2; If fastfoodmealright == 2] To the left is the same table as before, but the [[books->right house books]] have been hastly moved to the side. [continue] Behind you is the door to the [[🛋️living room ->Right house]].

wrappersfries: wrappersfries + 1 -- [if wrappersfries == 1] You rummage through the cluster of wrappers at one corner of the table, but unfortunately there's not much remaining here, just a handful of fries and sauces. It's not a lot to go off of, but you pick them up anyways. [continued] [if wrappersfries >= 1] You rummage again through the cluster of wrappers at one corner of the table, but unfortunately there's nothing else here, just a bunch of grease. And evidently there are limits to what you're allowed to pick up, it doesn't seem like you can bring that back to the attic. [continued] {link to: 'Right house', label: 'Back'}

righthousecalories: righthousecalories + 1 paperbagsrighthouse: true -- Opening up the brown bags on the floor, there doesn't seem to be much left inside of them. Just more wrappings, napkins and... Your hand finally gets a hold of a forgotten cheeseburger, right at the bottom. It's all crushed up and some of the juices from whatever else shared the bag have dripped down onto its container, but you're not about to let it go to waste; it's coming with you. {link to: 'Right house', label: 'Back'}

You don't need to approach the bed to spot the imprint of a large body right in the middle of it, over the pink sheets. Ugh... Is it a sweat stain, or a depression of the mattress? {link to: 'Further Left house', label: 'Back'}

furtherLhousecalories: furtherLhousecalories + 1 assortedwrappers: true -- A mountain of colorful plastic lays before you - all remnants of either candies, sweet treats, you can even spot some donut boxes at the bottom. You recognise most of what you see, so you know this lady has good taste in sugary treats. Ah, but she has missed some! Right there, at the opposite side from the center of the bed. You can assume the trash accumulated on top before everything at the bottom was able to be eaten. It's not much, but you do take a bunch of candy and a wrapped slice of cake with you. {link to: 'Further Left house', label: 'Back'}

There's *a lot* of kitchenware that should really need to be brought to the sink, or dishwasher if they have one. Though on closer inspection, what little remains here has not yet gone mouldy. Maybe they haven't been here all that long. {link to: 'Further Left house', label: 'Back'}

You phase through the green sheet, and are met with a very colorful workstation. Lot's and lots of colors being reflected off of the many random empty cans of both energy drinks and beer strewn across the surface. Much of the perimeter is occupied by those, with the zone in the middle only being occupied by a small keyboard and a mouse. It kind of resembles Jake's previous workstation, from back when you first met, so you know this is all mostly for gaming - an hobby which you haven't really tried yourself before. It always seemed like such an intensive ordeal. {link to: 'Further Left house', label: 'Back'}

massgainer: true furtherLhousecalories: furtherLhousecalories + 1 -- You're awestruck by the sight of three huge jugs sat on the dresser. Getting closer to them reveals that two are already empty, but the third isn't. Instead, it's filled to the brim with a light brownish substance that reminds you of a protein shake, just... thicker, somehow. Like someone added something else to it, something denser. It smells like chocolate and vanilla. Someone already drank close to a gallon of this stuff, so it can't be that bad. You bring the glass back with you. {link to: 'dresser', label: 'Back'}

You try your best to go towards the other rooms of the aparment, but find yourself unable to. It doesn't matter though... you get the impression there's nothing for you to check out there anyway. {link to: 'Further Left house', label: 'Back'}

Just a normal bed, it just strikes you as weird because at this point you're used to the king sized mattress you share with Jake. You can't remember the last time you slept on a single sized frame - that duffle bag you used during camping doesn't count. This feeling of weirdness is also helped by the fact it's sheets have been perfectly placed and tucked under the mattress, leaving no crinkle on top. You touch it and are surprised to find it's real and not a plastic prop from a movie set. [if sitdowncouch == 2] Lowering yourself down you can confirm that there is indeed something under the bed, just out of sight when standing up. A red box with a white ribbon surronding it. From the shape of it, you can tell it's a [[box of chocolates]]. [continued] {link to: 'Left house', label: 'Back'}

You look for anything interesting going on with the bedside table, though are met with a pile of books, a bit of coins to the side of them and a [[tailor's tape]] near the edge. Interestingly enough there is a lamp, a pretty tall one at that, and it has not been placed on top of it. Instead, it's jammed between the table and the bed. {link to: 'Left house', label: 'Back'}

This treadmill looks to be a lot newer than the one you have in the basement to collect dust. This is currently collecting a random assortment of clothes and towels on its handles, but it's plugged in and clearly getting some use on the regular. The screen lights up as you near it - if it can even detect ghosts in its proximity, this machine must've cost a fortune. At least a grand. {link to: 'Left house', label: 'Back'}

You search for the cabinets on top of the counter, and are surprised to find little to nothing to eat. There are some empty boxes of cereal, a couple of unlabeled cans at the bottom, even a plastic bag you think might've contained some whole wheat bread slices. Plenty of bottles of water, though. The owner should probably go for groceries sometimes soon, this is unacceptable. What happens when guests (such as you) come by and ask for a snack? {link to: 'Left house', label: 'Back'}

lettuce: lettuce + 1 lefthousecalories: lefthousecalories + 1 -- [if lettuce == 1] You open up the minifridge. You regret having done so. The inside of it is mostly empty, safe for one bottle of diet soda, some random condiments to the side, and... lettuce. Well, it's a salad, you can tell from the little seeds sprinkled on top of it and the plastic container, but that's it. No tomatoes, no chicken, no nothing. Just lettuce. You pick it up along with some mayonnaise and the bottle. You don't want either of these, it's just out of spite. [if lettuce == 2] You open up the minifridge, and lo and behold, the inside of it is still empty. Emptier, if you can believe it. How unnatural. [continued] {link to: 'Left house', label: 'Back'}

Ah, there, you feel bad for whoever lives here now. A full laundry basket, but no personal washing machine nor dryer in its proximity. Hopefully there's a laundromat just outside the building. Or maybe it's in the bathroom! You're sure that's the case. {link to: 'Left house', label: 'Back'}

You approach the red couch to the side. Although smaller than the one you're used to, you can appreciate its inclusion inside of such a small living space - it helps to make this apartment feel cozier. It doesn't even look that bad under all of those clothes, its owner has taken good care of it. Either that or she doesn't use it, which would be a shame. [if sitdowncouch == 0] You consider sitting on top of it, but... can you do it? You can interact with objects, sure, but your body can also go through them. Would your butt even know you intend to sit on something instead of falling through? [[Sit down->Sit down on Left house Couch]] [if sitdowncouch == 1] [[Sit down->Sit down on Left house Couch]] [continue] {link to: 'Left house', label: 'Back'}

You try your best to go out of the aparment and into the corridor of the condo, but find yourself unable to. It doesn't matter though... you get the impression there's nothing for you to check out there anyway. {link to: 'Left house', label: 'Back'}

You try your best to go towards the other room of the aparment, but find yourself unable to. It doesn't matter though... you get the impression there's nothing for you to check out there anyway. {link to: 'Left house', label: 'Back'}

furtherRhousecalories: furtherRhousecalories + 2 -- [if furtherRhousecalories == 2] Wow, whoever was in charge of the catering for this party went all out. The guest evidently took care of most of it, but still: there's slices of pizza, bowls of chips and popcorns, chicken wings, even servings of cheese. That last one doesn't really fit in with the rest, but neither do all of the glasses of wine scattered between plates. You're not going to debate whether or not a good red pairs well with BBQ sauce glassed wings, you've never had a taste for wine nor any other kind of high-end alcohol. You're much more interested in bringing as many leftovers as you can back with you. [if furtherRhousecalories > 2] Wow, whoever was in charge of the catering for this party went all out. The guest evidently took care of most of it, but still: there were slices of pizza, bowls of chips and popcorns, chicken wings, even servings of cheese. That last one doesn't really fit in with the rest, but neither do all of the glasses of wine scattered between plates. You're not going to debate whether or not a good red pairs well with BBQ sauce glassed wings, you've never had a taste for wine nor any other kind of high-end alcohol. You're much more focused on serching for anything you might've on your previous inspection. [continue] {link to: 'Further Right house', label: 'Back'}

You approach the screen on the wall, taking in its sheer size and... the reflection of the tables behind you. You are completely trasparent. Cool. Not as cool as the appropriately big surround sound system at the edge of this tv, though. Could you imagine how insane it would be to watch a film on this thing? {link to: 'Further Right house', label: 'Back'}

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You hover into the entrance space of the mansion. While there's nothing to check on the empty coat stand, there is a big [[wooden crate]] near it. To your left is the door to a [[💺frontal patio->frontal patio further right house]], and in front of you the stairs to the [[⤴️first floor->first floor further right house]]. Behind you is the way back to the [[🛋️living room->Further Right house]].

You go to towards the archway that you assume would lead you to the kitchen, but stop yourself from crossing it. You can see a large shadow on the wall at the end of the hallway, moving around. A housecleaner, maybe? Eitherway, you don't exactly feel like testing whether people can see you. Astral projection or not, you're still very much trespassing into someone's home. [if bookshelvesfatgirleat == true] Going just a couple of steps closer, you think you hear something. A munching sound... followed by hiccups? [continued] {link to: 'Further Right house', label: 'Back'}

Well, that's disappointing. The only cabinets here that are not completely empty are full of plates, trays, and some mugs. {link to: 'right house kitchen', label: 'Back'}

[If Blackholeending == 1] Spread across the table are a couple of heavily annotated books. You have to wonder how anyone, regardless of whether they can understand the subject, makes heads or tails of this mess. Right on top of one especially boring looking book - the thickest of the bunch - is a [[yellow note->note right house]]. [If Blackholeending >= 2] The books from before are all still here, but they've all been hastly stacked on top of each other to make space for the meal. [continued] {link to: 'right house kitchen', label: 'Back'}

fastfoodmealright: fastfoodmealright + 1 righthousecalories: righthousecalories + 1 -- [If fastfoodmealright == 1] What luck! Seems like someone has brought something to eat. From smell alone you guess it's something thai, but you're not able to confirm it: as soon as you touch the first bag, it disappears. Oops. It appears you have accidentally taken it back to your place. There's a second bag... but you force yourself to leave it alone. You don't want this student to starve, do you now? {link to: 'right house kitchen', label: 'Back'} [If fastfoodmealright >= 2] That second bag is looking very inviting... but are you really that desperate, Emily? You'd really resort to steal from a college student? Apparently yes. You look away as you go ahead and de-materialize the last remaining bag away, immediately leaving the room out of shame just after you do so. Hopefully they weren't feeling too hungry tonight... {link to: 'Right house', label: 'Back'}

A new looking cooking unit, with an electric stove on top and an oven below it. Above, there's also a older looking fumehood that was clearly meant for a wider cooking area. There's barely any room between the sink and the appliances. You get the impression that the owner of the house most likely went for the cheapest solution possible. Is this even legal? Thank god whoever rents here doesn't seem to like cooking all that much. {link to: 'right house kitchen', label: 'Back'}

While the sight of a fridge having been left open strikes a nerve, it's empty, and is clearly been left like this for a while. You can see its plug has been left to the ground, maybe it's broken? {link to: 'right house kitchen', label: 'Back'}

Well, you attempt to read whatever is written on the note, but no luck - the text just keeps on shifting without ever resting on something legible. There's like... A clock? A timer? Something round with lines inside of it has been drawn under the text. There's also an exclamation point at the end of the writing. {link to: 'right house kitchen', label: 'Back'}

A mountain of colorful plastic lays before you - all remnants of either candies, sweet treats, you can even spot some donut boxes at the bottom. You recognise most of what you see, so you know this lady has good taste in sugary treats. {link to: 'Further Left house', label: 'Back'}

Very large looks to have been a understatement. You pick up the red shirt, attempt to rise it above the dresser... and you simply can't. You have to take a step back and let it slide over the drawer's edge to truly take in the sheer size of it. Now, you're not the tallest gal around, quite the opposite, but it manages to reach down to your knees. Whoever this is meant for, they must be at least close to double your size. Quite impressive, really. {link to: 'dresser', label: 'Back'}

You pick up what looks to be a wide pair of black sweatpants, size XXL, not unlike the ones you've got back home. Except this one seems to have been worn down, with a couple of holes in the middle thigh. It could just mean that they are really old... or maybe their owner has, somehow, outgrown them. {link to: 'dresser', label: 'Back'}

You get close to what you assume was once a cute white blouse, not just a bunch of cloth scraps with buttons on it. It's barely keeping its shape as you place it on top of you to check its size - it would've maybe fit you a couple of pounds ago. You doubt the same could've been said by the girl living in here, but she clearly gave it a try anyways. {link to: 'dresser', label: 'Back'}

Inspecting the bra closer, it surprisingly looks to be your exact size. Well, maybe you have outgrown it at this point, you haven't checked, but most of your bras are still there. This doesn't really track with what the dresser contains, it's way to small for a gal this size. Or is it? Maybe you shouldn't jump to conclusions, it could very well be that her chest just hasn't kept up with the rest of her body. Wouldn't that be unfortunate? {link to: 'dresser', label: 'Back'}

A big, cilindrical container labeled something you can't decipher. Not that it matters - it's full of white powder, and from context clues it's probably not protein powder. No, this is most likely a mass gainer. Why would a girl that evidently spends all her day eating sweets and playing videogames need to gain weight? You have no idea. {link to: 'dresser', label: 'Back'}

You unroll the tape, and see that it has some measurements marked down - some are bigger and marked in red, and there are a lot more in blue between them. You also used to mark down your progress on the tape itself during your attempts at losing weight. It became very discouraging after a while: you found yourself having to mark down steps into the opposite direction of the intended one. Oops. You can see that it's not the case for the owner of this tape, they seem to have lost one of two inches already. Good on them! {link to: 'Left house', label: 'Back'}

You try your best to hover out of the aparment and into the balcony, but find yourself unable to. It doesn't matter though... you get the impression there's nothing for you to check out there anyway. Beside the lovely potted plants, which you can see from here. {link to: 'Left house', label: 'Back'}

sitdowncouch: sitdowncouch + 1 -- [if sitdowncouch == 1] You're never going to know if you don't try, will you now? Besides, you're a ghost or an astral projection or something. Even if you do end up falling down, you'll probably not hurt yourself. You turn around and with a sigh, close your eyes and slowly, very slowly, bend down your knees in proximity to the couch. You get closer, even closer... until with slight relief you do start to feel the cushions under yourself. Congratulations, Emily, the experiment was indeed a success: ghost CAN sit down. They can even slouch onto the back of the seat. Getting back up is completely effortless. Then again, you can float. [if sitdowncouch == 2] Confident in your new found abilities and absolute certainties, you let yourself fall onto the couch once more, just for good measure. This time around, you do not feel the cushions under you. You fall right through the couch and onto the floor. You catch yourself from falling any further, you feel no pain, but your ego is forever bruised. Then again, this lesson in the folly of man's hubris and godly punishment has ended up giving you a lowered viewpoint of the apartment - there seems to be something hidden under the bed. [continue] {link to: 'Left house', label: 'Back'}

sitdowncouch: sitdowncouch + 1 lefthousecalories: lefthousecalories + 1 -- There we go, you finally something worth taking! It's nothing to sneeze at either, this is the biggest valentine box you've ever laid your hands on. Inside, you can see a few chocolates are missing already - it seems like our girl here was allowing herself a little treat every now and then. There's also no note or letter on the box, so it's possible she bought this box on her own. Really, you're doing her a favour by taking this away. You've seen how this goes. {link to: 'Left house', label: 'Back'}

Uh, weird. All of the awards on display are for a large variety of sports. You can see a silver medal for a marathon, a bunch of certificates for long jumping, even a golden cup for a tennis tournament, though that last one is almost two decades old. Now that you look closer, all of them are a couple of years old, with the most recent from about 4 years ago. No more throphies have been added to the shelf since then. {link to: 'bookshelves', label: 'Back'}

All of the photo in front of you portray two women either posing or doing some kind of activity together. You first get the impression they might be sisters, but you are forced to reconsider as you stumble onto a photo of them at a wedding. Both wearing a white dress. The photos after show them finishing college, going on a cruise, sharing an hug, getting a dog, and finally what you assume is them in front of their newly bought mansion. You can't bring yourself not to notice that since the cruise, the taller girl seems to have progressively gained more and more weight. {link to: 'bookshelves', label: 'Back'}

You open up the large crate on the floor, and are righfully disappointed to see that there's nothing left inside. You are unable to read the label on the side, but the interior was clearly designed to hold at least 1, 2, 3... 16 bottles. Probably wine. You can see that what you had assumed to be a very rustic shoe holder is actually another emptly crate, just placed vertically. This party was well stocked. {link to: 'entrance further right house', label: 'Back'}

You try your best to go towards the other floor, but find yourself unable to. It doesn't matter though... you get the impression there's nothing for you to check out there anyway. {link to: 'entrance further right house', label: 'Back'}

You try your best to go out of the mansion, but find yourself unable to. It doesn't matter though... you get the impression there's nothing for you to check out there anyway. You are able to confirm that is the case by the glass window on the door - there's nothing left on the patio's chairs and tables. That said, you are surprised to see that the mansion doesn't have a proper garden. In its place is a gigantic vineyard that extends as far as your eye can see. {link to: 'entrance further right house', label: 'Back'}

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config.footer.center: "{embed passage: 'Passwords'}" -- <link rel="stylesheet" href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script:wght@400;700&display=swap"> <style> .titleScreen { text-align: center; } body { background-color: gray; } </style> <div class="titleScreen"> <center><h1 style="font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px;">Are you sure?</h1></center> [if Code == 9064] This will bring you to just after you've raided the fridge. You will also be at a point where you've have eaten enough to feel full. [[Yes->Just after the kitchen cutscene]] [if Code == 6453] This will bring you to just before you enter the pantry. [[Yes->Just before entering the pantry]] [if Code == 8923] This will bring you to just after you'raided the pantry. [[Yes->Just after the pantry raid]] [if Code == 1116] This will bring you to just after you've entered the basement. You will also have your phone with you. [[Yes->Just after entering the basement (with phone)]] [if Code == 6688] This will bring you to a point where you've eaten enough to feel bloated. [[Yes->After doing the bare minimum to feel bloated]] [continued] [if Code == 4110] This will bring you to a point where you've eaten enough to feel stuffed. [[Yes->After doing the bare minimum to feel stuffed]] [if Code == 7150] This will bring you to a point where you're just about to order something. [[Yes->About to order something]] [if Code == 1809] This will bring you to a point where you've just entered the attic and discovered the tome. [[Yes->Just discovered the tome]] [if Code == 2461] This will bring you to a point where you've just gathered all the possible spell ingredients in the house. [[Yes->Just gathered all possible ingredients]] [continued] [[No, I've changed my mind->Password Screen]]

Banana: false BasementCheck: false BasementCourage: false Bathdrawn: false Bedempty: 0 Bellyintuition: true Bellysense: true Bloaterrestaurant: false Bookcheck: 0 Cheddarcheese: false Chocolatecake: true Crowbar: false EatenTwix: false Guestwindow: 0 Gutsense: false Haystack: false Hershey: false Jakecarkeys: false Keybudge: 0 Kitchencutscene: true Kitchendef: 3 Kiwi: false Lime: false Limecounter: 0 Noodleemporium: false Orderdone: false Orderinmotion: false Orderseeker: false Pantry: 0 Pantrydef: 0 Pantrykey: false Pantrykeys: false Phonecheck: false Phonesense: false Satdown: 0 Scissors: false Stepstooltaken: false Stepstoolused: false Sweatpantstry: false TopcorridorCutscene: true Umbrella: false Weights: 0 almondchoc: false assortedwrappers: false backflash: false badgluttonydeal: false basementdef: 0 basementfirsttime: 0 beerbottle: false bookshelvesfatgirleat: false breadbasket: false butterstick: false calorieState: "BLOATED" calories: 2119 candybar: false canofcoke: true closedtray: false codesafe: false config.body.transition.name: "fadeInOut" config.footer.center: "" config.footer.left: "Emily's Midnight Snack" config.style.backdrop: "gray-8" config.style.page.background: "gray-7" config.style.page.color: "white on gray" config.style.page.font: "Helvetica/Arial/sans-serif 18" config.style.page.footer.font: "small caps" config.style.page.footer.link.font: "small caps" config.style.page.header.font: "20" config.style.page.header.link.font: "small caps" config.style.page.link.active.color: "red-8 on gray-9" config.style.page.link.color: "white" config.style.page.link.lineColor: "pink-8" config.style.page.style: "shadow" config.style.page.verticalAlign: "center" counterslam: 0 cuprighthouse: false eatenGummyBears: false fastfoodmealright: 0 firstscale: 0 founduefactory: false gluttonytome: false guestwindow: 0 hungerlessending: false leftoverpasta: true lettuce: 0 massgainer: false paperbagsrighthouse: true pizzaslices: false popcorn: false pringles: false proteinsyrup: false righthousescreen: 0 safecrack: false sitdowncouch: 0 sprite: false steppingstoolneed: true steppingstoolused: false stepstooldestroyed: false stuckcutscene: false tomerevelation: false towelmess: false tropicaljuice: false wrappersfries: 0 yourcarkeys: false -- <link rel="stylesheet" href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script:wght@400;700&display=swap"> <style> .titleScreen { text-align: center; } body { background-color: gray; } </style> <div class="titleScreen"> <center><h1 style="font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px;">Code Accepted</h1></center> <br> </h1> {link to: 'kitchen', label: 'Continue...'} </div>

Banana: false BasementCheck: false BasementCourage: false Bathdrawn: false Bedempty: 0 Bellyintuition: true Bellysense: true Bloaterrestaurant: false Bookcheck: 1 Cheddarcheese: false Chocolatecake: true Crowbar: false EatenTwix: false Guestwindow: 0 Gutsense: false Haystack: 4 Hershey: false Jakecarkeys: true Keybudge: 4 Kitchencutscene: true Kitchendef: 3 Kiwi: false Lime: false Limecounter: 0 Noodleemporium: false Orderdone: false Orderinmotion: false Orderseeker: false Pantry: 0 Pantrydef: 0 Pantrykey: false Pantrykeys: true Phonecheck: false Phonesense: false Satdown: 0 Scissors: false Stepstooltaken: false Stepstoolused: false Sweatpantstry: false TopcorridorCutscene: true Umbrella: true Weights: 0 almondchoc: false assortedwrappers: false backflash: false badgluttonydeal: false basementdef: 0 basementfirsttime: 0 beerbottle: false bookshelvesfatgirleat: false breadbasket: false butterstick: false calorieState: "BLOATED" calories: 2119 candybar: false canofcoke: true closedtray: false codesafe: false counterslam: 0 cuprighthouse: false eatenGummyBears: false fastfoodmealright: 0 firstscale: 0 founduefactory: false gluttonytome: false guestwindow: 0 hungerlessending: false leftoverpasta: true lettuce: 0 massgainer: false paperbagsrighthouse: true pizzaslices: false popcorn: false pringles: false proteinsyrup: false righthousescreen: 0 safecrack: false sitdowncouch: 0 sprite: false steppingstoolneed: true steppingstoolused: false stepstooldestroyed: false stuckcutscene: false tablecloth: false tomerevelation: false towelmess: false tropicaljuice: false wrappersfries: 0 yourcarkeys: false -- <link rel="stylesheet" href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script:wght@400;700&display=swap"> <style> .titleScreen { text-align: center; } body { background-color: gray; } </style> <div class="titleScreen"> <center><h1 style="font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px;">Code Accepted</h1></center> <br> </h1> {link to: 'kitchen', label: 'Continue...'} </div>

Banana: false BasementCheck: false BasementCourage: false Bathdrawn: false Bedempty: 0 Bellyintuition: true Bellysense: true Bloaterrestaurant: false Bookcheck: 1 Cheddarcheese: true Chocolatecake: true Crowbar: false EatenTwix: false Guestwindow: 0 Gutsense: true Haystack: 4 Hershey: true Jakecarkeys: true Keybudge: 4 Kitchencutscene: true Kitchendef: 3 Kiwi: false Lime: false Limecounter: 0 Noodleemporium: false Orderdone: false Orderinmotion: false Orderseeker: false Pantry: 0 Pantrydef: 6 Pantrykey: false Pantrykeys: true Phonecheck: false Phonesense: true Satdown: 0 Scissors: false Stepstooltaken: false Stepstoolused: false Sweatpantstry: false TopcorridorCutscene: true Umbrella: true Weights: 0 almondchoc: false assortedwrappers: false backflash: false badgluttonydeal: false basementdef: 0 basementfirsttime: 0 beerbottle: true bookshelvesfatgirleat: false breadbasket: false butterstick: true calorieState: "BLOATED" calories: 7111 candybar: false canofcoke: true closedtray: false codesafe: false counterslam: 0 cuprighthouse: false eatenGummyBears: false fastfoodmealright: 0 firstscale: 0 founduefactory: false gluttonytome: false guestwindow: 0 hungerlessending: false leftoverpasta: true lettuce: 0 massgainer: false paperbagsrighthouse: true pizzaslices: false popcorn: false pringles: true proteinsyrup: false righthousescreen: 0 safecrack: false sitdowncouch: 0 sprite: true steppingstoolneed: true steppingstoolused: false stepstooldestroyed: false stuckcutscene: false tablecloth: false tomerevelation: false towelmess: false tropicaljuice: false wrappersfries: 0 yourcarkeys: false -- <link rel="stylesheet" href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script:wght@400;700&display=swap"> <style> .titleScreen { text-align: center; } body { background-color: gray; } </style> <div class="titleScreen"> <center><h1 style="font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px;">Code Accepted</h1></center> <br> </h1> {link to: 'Empty pantry', label: 'Continue...'} </div>

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Banana: false BasementCheck: false BasementCourage: false Bathdrawn: false Bedempty: 0 Bellyintuition: true Bellysense: true Bloaterrestaurant: false Bookcheck: 1 Cheddarcheese: true Chocolatecake: true Code: "8923" Crowbar: false EatenTwix: false Guestwindow: 0 Gutsense: true Haystack: 4 Hershey: true Jakecarkeys: true Keybudge: 4 Kitchencutscene: true Kitchendef: 3 Kiwi: false Lime: false Limecounter: 0 Noodleemporium: false Orderdone: false Orderinmotion: false Orderseeker: false Pantry: 0 Pantrydef: 6 Pantrykey: false Pantrykeys: true Phonecheck: true Phonesense: false Satdown: 0 Scissors: false Stepstooltaken: false Stepstoolused: false Sweatpantstry: false TopcorridorCutscene: true Umbrella: true Weights: 0 almondchoc: false assortedwrappers: false backflash: false badgluttonydeal: false basementdef: 0 basementfirsttime: 1 beerbottle: true bookshelvesfatgirleat: false breadbasket: false butterstick: true calorieState: "FULL" calories: 7111 candybar: false canofcoke: true closedtray: false codesafe: false counterslam: 0 cuprighthouse: false eatenGummyBears: false fastfoodmealright: 0 firstscale: 0 founduefactory: false gluttonytome: false guestwindow: 0 hungerlessending: false leftoverpasta: true lettuce: 0 massgainer: false paperbagsrighthouse: true pizzaslices: false popcorn: false pringles: true proteinsyrup: false righthousescreen: 0 safecrack: false sitdowncouch: 0 sprite: true steppingstoolneed: true steppingstoolused: false stepstooldestroyed: false stuckcutscene: false tablecloth: false tomerevelation: false towelmess: false tropicaljuice: false wrappersfries: 0 yourcarkeys: false -- <link rel="stylesheet" href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script:wght@400;700&display=swap"> <style> .titleScreen { text-align: center; } body { background-color: gray; } </style> <div class="titleScreen"> <center><h1 style="font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px;">Code Accepted</h1></center> <br> </h1> {link to: 'basement', label: 'Continue...'} </div>

Banana: false BasementCheck: false BasementCourage: false Bathdrawn: false Bedempty: 0 Bellyintuition: true Bellysense: false Bloaterrestaurant: false Bookcheck: 0 Cheddarcheese: false Chocolatecake: false Crowbar: false EatenTwix: false Guestwindow: 0 Gutsense: false Haystack: false Hershey: false Jakecarkeys: false Keybudge: 0 Kitchencutscene: false Kitchendef: 0 Kiwi: false Lime: false Limecounter: 0 Noodleemporium: false Orderdone: false Orderinmotion: false Orderseeker: false Pantry: 0 Pantrydef: 0 Pantrykey: false Pantrykeys: false Phonecheck: false Phonesense: false Satdown: 0 Scissors: false Stepstooltaken: false Stepstoolused: false Sweatpantstry: false TopcorridorCutscene: true Umbrella: false Weights: 0 almondchoc: false assortedwrappers: false backflash: false badgluttonydeal: false basementdef: 0 basementfirsttime: 0 beerbottle: false bookshelvesfatgirleat: false breadbasket: false butterstick: false calorieState: "BLOATED" calories: 818 candybar: false canofcoke: false closedtray: false codesafe: false counterslam: 0 cuprighthouse: false eatenGummyBears: true fastfoodmealright: 0 firstscale: 0 founduefactory: false gluttonytome: false guestwindow: 0 hungerlessending: false leftoverpasta: false lettuce: 0 massgainer: false paperbagsrighthouse: true pizzaslices: true popcorn: true pringles: false proteinsyrup: false righthousescreen: 0 safecrack: false sitdowncouch: 0 sprite: false steppingstoolneed: false steppingstoolused: false stepstooldestroyed: false stuckcutscene: false tablecloth: false tomerevelation: false towelmess: false tropicaljuice: false wrappersfries: 0 yourcarkeys: false -- <link rel="stylesheet" href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script:wght@400;700&display=swap"> <style> .titleScreen { text-align: center; } body { background-color: gray; } </style> <div class="titleScreen"> <center><h1 style="font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px;">Code Accepted</h1></center> <br> </h1> {link to: 'living room', label: 'Continue...'} </div>

Banana: false BasementCheck: false BasementCourage: false Bathdrawn: false Bedempty: 0 Bellyintuition: true Bellysense: true Bloaterrestaurant: false Bookcheck: 2 Cheddarcheese: true Chocolatecake: true Code: "8923" Crowbar: false EatenTwix: false Guestwindow: 0 Gutsense: true Haystack: 4 Hershey: true Jakecarkeys: true Keybudge: 4 Kitchencutscene: true Kitchendef: 3 Kiwi: false Lime: false Limecounter: 0 Noodleemporium: false Orderdone: false Orderinmotion: false Orderseeker: false Pantry: 0 Pantrydef: 6 Pantrykey: false Pantrykeys: true Phonecheck: false Phonesense: true Satdown: 0 Scissors: false Stepstooltaken: false Stepstoolused: false Sweatpantstry: false TopcorridorCutscene: true Umbrella: true Weights: 0 almondchoc: false assortedwrappers: false backflash: false badgluttonydeal: false basementdef: 0 basementfirsttime: 0 beerbottle: true bookshelvesfatgirleat: false breadbasket: false butterstick: true calorieState: "STUFFED" calories: 8653 candybar: false canofcoke: true closedtray: false codesafe: true counterslam: 0 cuprighthouse: false dessertdenseincalories: false eatenGummyBears: false fastfoodmealright: 0 firstscale: 0 founduefactory: false gluttonytome: false guestwindow: 0 hungerlessending: false leftoverpasta: true lettuce: 0 massgainer: false paperbagsrighthouse: true pizzaslices: false popcorn: false pringles: true proteinsyrup: false righthousescreen: 0 safecrack: true sitdowncouch: 0 sprite: true steppingstoolneed: true steppingstoolused: false stepstooldestroyed: false stuckcutscene: false tablecloth: false tomerevelation: false towelmess: false tropicaljuice: false wrappersfries: 0 yourcarkeys: false -- <link rel="stylesheet" href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script:wght@400;700&display=swap"> <style> .titleScreen { text-align: center; } body { background-color: gray; } </style> <div class="titleScreen"> <center><h1 style="font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px;">Code Accepted</h1></center> <br> </h1> {link to: 'living room', label: 'Continue...'} </div>

Banana: false BasementCheck: false BasementCourage: false Bathdrawn: false Bedempty: 0 Bellyintuition: true Bellysense: true Bloaterrestaurant: false Bookcheck: 2 Cheddarcheese: true Chocolatecake: true Crowbar: false EatenTwix: false Guestwindow: 0 Gutsense: true Haystack: 4 Hershey: true Jakecarkeys: true Keybudge: 4 Kitchencutscene: true Kitchendef: 3 Kiwi: false Lime: false Limecounter: 0 Noodleemporium: false Orderdone: false Orderinmotion: false Orderseeker: true Pantry: 0 Pantrydef: 6 Pantrykey: false Pantrykeys: true Phonecheck: true Phonesense: false Satdown: 0 Scissors: false Stepstooltaken: false Stepstoolused: false Sweatpantstry: false TopcorridorCutscene: true Umbrella: true Weights: 0 almondchoc: false assortedwrappers: false backflash: false badgluttonydeal: false basementdef: 0 basementfirsttime: 0 beerbottle: true bookshelvesfatgirleat: false breadbasket: false butterstick: true calorieState: "STUFFED" calories: 8653 candybar: false canofcoke: true closedtray: false codesafe: true counterslam: 0 cuprighthouse: false dessertdenseincalories: false eatenGummyBears: false fastfoodmealright: 0 firstscale: 0 founduefactory: false gluttonytome: false guestwindow: 0 hungerlessending: false leftoverpasta: true lettuce: 0 massgainer: false paperbagsrighthouse: true pizzaslices: false popcorn: false pringles: true proteinsyrup: false righthousescreen: 0 safecrack: true sitdowncouch: 0 sprite: true steppingstoolneed: true steppingstoolused: false stepstooldestroyed: false stuckcutscene: false tablecloth: false tomerevelation: false towelmess: false tropicaljuice: false wrappersfries: 0 yourcarkeys: false -- <link rel="stylesheet" href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script:wght@400;700&display=swap"> <style> .titleScreen { text-align: center; } body { background-color: gray; } </style> <div class="titleScreen"> <center><h1 style="font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px;">Code Accepted</h1></center> <br> </h1> {link to: 'Phonewithline', label: 'Continue...'} </div>

Banana: false BasementCheck: false BasementCourage: false Bathdrawn: false Bedempty: 0 Bellyintuition: true Bellysense: false Bloaterrestaurant: false Bookcheck: 0 Cheddarcheese: false Chocolatecake: false Crowbar: false EatenTwix: false Guestwindow: 0 Gutsense: false Haystack: false Hershey: false Jakecarkeys: false Keybudge: 0 Kitchencutscene: false Kitchendef: 0 Kiwi: false Lime: false Limecounter: 0 Noodleemporium: false Orderdone: false Orderinmotion: false Orderseeker: false Pantry: 0 Pantrydef: 0 Pantrykey: false Pantrykeys: false Phonecheck: false Phonesense: false Satdown: 0 Scissors: false Stepstooltaken: true Stepstoolused: true Sweatpantstry: false TopcorridorCutscene: true Umbrella: false Weights: 0 almondchoc: false assortedwrappers: false backflash: false badgluttonydeal: false basementdef: 0 basementfirsttime: 0 beerbottle: false bookshelvesfatgirleat: false breadbasket: false butterstick: false calorieState: "EMPTY" calories: 0 candybar: false canofcoke: false closedtray: false codesafe: false counterslam: 0 cuprighthouse: false dessertdenseincalories: false eatenGummyBears: false fastfoodmealright: 0 firstscale: 0 founduefactory: false gluttonytome: true guestwindow: 0 hungerlessending: false leftoverpasta: false lettuce: 0 massgainer: false paperbagsrighthouse: true pizzaslices: false popcorn: false pringles: false proteinsyrup: false righthousescreen: 0 safecrack: false sitdowncouch: 0 sprite: false steppingstoolneed: true steppingstoolused: false stepstooldestroyed: false stuckcutscene: false tablecloth: false tomerevelation: false towelmess: false tropicaljuice: false wrappersfries: 0 yourcarkeys: false itemsforspell: true -- <link rel="stylesheet" href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script:wght@400;700&display=swap"> <style> .titleScreen { text-align: center; } body { background-color: gray; } </style> <div class="titleScreen"> <center><h1 style="font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px;">Code Accepted</h1></center> <br> </h1> {link to: 'attic', label: 'Continue...'} </div>

Banana: false BasementCheck: false BasementCourage: false Bathdrawn: false Bedempty: 0 Bellyintuition: true Bellysense: true Bloaterrestaurant: false Bookcheck: 2 Cheddarcheese: false Chocolatecake: true Crowbar: true EatenTwix: false Guestwindow: 0 Gutsense: false Haystack: false Hershey: false Jakecarkeys: false Keybudge: 0 Kitchencutscene: true Kitchendef: 3 Kiwi: false Lime: false Limecounter: 0 Noodleemporium: false Orderdone: false Orderinmotion: false Orderseeker: false Pantry: 0 Pantrydef: 0 Pantrykey: false Pantrykeys: false Phonecheck: false Phonesense: false Satdown: 0 Scissors: false Stepstooltaken: true Stepstoolused: true Sweatpantstry: false TopcorridorCutscene: true Umbrella: true Weights: 0 almondchoc: false assortedwrappers: false backflash: false badgluttonydeal: false basementdef: 0 basementfirsttime: 0 beerbottle: false bookshelvesfatgirleat: false breadbasket: true butterstick: false calorieState: "BLOATED" calories: 2119 candybar: false canofcoke: true closedtray: false codesafe: true counterslam: 0 cuprighthouse: false dessertdenseincalories: true eatenGummyBears: false fastfoodmealright: 0 firstscale: 0 founduefactory: false framedphoto: true gluttonytome: true grass: true guestwindow: 0 hungerlessending: false itemsforspell: true leftoverpasta: true lettuce: 0 massgainer: false metallicobject: true oldweatheredindument: true paperbagsrighthouse: true pizzaslices: false popcorn: false pringles: false proteinsyrup: false righthousescreen: 0 safecrack: true scissors: true sitdowncouch: 0 smallstrandofhair: true sprite: false steppingstoolneed: true steppingstoolused: false stepstooldestroyed: false stuckcutscene: false tablecloth: true tomerevelation: false towelmess: false tropicaljuice: false wrappersfries: 0 yourcarkeys: false -- <link rel="stylesheet" href="https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Dancing+Script:wght@400;700&display=swap"> <style> .titleScreen { text-align: center; } body { background-color: gray; } </style> <div class="titleScreen"> <center><h1 style="font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px;">Code Accepted</h1></center> <br> </h1> {link to: 'attic', label: 'Continue...'} </div>

[after 2 second] With a thump, you find yourself back to the attic, laying on your back. [after 5 second; append] You look to your left and right, but you don't find any of the items you "borrowed" from any of the houses. [after 8 second; append] And then you notice that you're struggling to get up, look in front of you, and put two and two together. [after 12 second] You haven't been scammed, all that food did come back with you in a way: [after 15 second; append] arching your head upwards, you can't see much other than your belly. [after 18 second; append] You're pretty confident this is the biggest you've ever seen yourself before, and the sensations that should come with such a predicament are slowly starting to kick in. [after 22 second] [[God, you're so, so stuffed...->Black hole cutscene 5]]

[after 2 second] Your eyes widen as amid the struggle inside of your stomach, you start to feel... [after 5 second; append] something caressing it from the other side. [after 8 second; append] You find yourself unable to see who or what is doing this, at least until they move on to the left side of you. [after 12 second; append] It's unfortunate, really - by that point, you can already feel yourself slip away into the best food coma of your life. [after 16 second] [[Still... he does look... familiar...->Black hole end]]

config.footer.center: "[[Back->Title screen]]" -- [align center] __It was three years ago now.__ _I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. From the soft confines of my bed, in my sleep, I had encountered a demon. Being the sinner that I am, I begged that horrid, dreadful creature not to curse my soul to the depths of hell._ _I was shocked to know that they had no such plan in mind. Instead, they simply allowed me to see a truth inherent to the world I inhabited. A horrible, terrible fact._ _Hitting the wooden floor of my cabin with a sprint I ran to my check that my dreadful nightmare hadn't become real. I scoured the web. And I shuddered to the ground, my fears confirmed. *It was true*._ _There were not enough weight gain-based text-adventure games in existence. The horror!_ <br><br><br> This game was made by {link to: 'https://darkeyev2.itch.io/', label: 'DarkeyeV2'}. Enjoy :) *Save system by {link to: 'https://maliface.itch.io/', label: 'Maliface'}*.

The dresser itself is not really much to look at: just a run of the mill IKEA piece of furniture. It does seem to be under a lot of internal stress though, whoever lives here looks to be storing most of their outfits inside of it. Well, the ones that she bothers to pick up from the ground anyways. There's also a red [[bra->bra further left house]] on the top of it, as well as [if massgainer == false] [append] some glass, blender-sized [[jars->glass jugs]] and some [[weight gain powder]]. [if massgainer == true] [append] some empty glass jars and some [[weight gain powder]]. [continued] The top most drawer has been left open, and while it looks to be an unorganized mess, a couple of clothes catch your eye. Specifically, a [[very large shirt->large shirt further left house]], a pair of [[sweat pants->yoga pants further left house]] and a [[small blouse->small blouse further left house]]. {link to: 'Further Left house', label: 'Back'}

{link to: '🧺laundry room', label: 'Back'}

[JavaScript] engine.state.set("last_ingame_passage",get_last_ingame_passage()); [continue] <export-link>Save</export-link> <import-link>Load</import-link> Remember to credit Maliface, add their Kofi and Itch.io page. {link to: last_ingame_passage, label: 'Back'}

[JavaScript] engine.state.set("isCutscene",comesFromCutscene()); [continue] [JavaScript] engine.state.set("last_ingame_passage",get_last_ingame_passage()); [continue] {embed passage: 'Deep Save Menu Logic'}

[unless isCutscene == true;unless passage.name == 'Save Menu'] [[Save->Save Menu]] [if passage.name == 'Save Menu'] {link to: last_ingame_passage, label: 'Back'} [continue]

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[after 1 second] ~~Page 655~~ [after 2 second; append] ~~LESSER GLUTTONY DEMONS~~ [after 4 second] You go ahead and follow the note's lead, finding you in front of an interesting looking page. [after 7 second; append] For one, it's formatted much differently from all others you've seen so far: a mess of haphazardly placed sketches and notes, all related to the concept of lesser demons and, by the looks of it, most of it has been laid out by a single cultist. [after 12 second] From what they could gather, lesser demons have not been seen interacting much with mortals - the author speculates their place in the infernal hierarchy would mean that they are almost entirely concerned with satisfying the higher demon's needs and whims. [after 16 second] Their appearance is also a matter of speculation, but a couple of old tales sees them as starved little things, always following their much more corpulent masters. [after 20 second; append] It's... [after 21 second; append] not the image that would come to mind when reading about gluttony demons, but you're far from being an expert on the field. [after 24 second] The notes quickly devolve, with another writer taking a much more critical stance on the other's findings into the [[next page->Lesser Demon spell 2]]. {link to: 'Advanced Enchantments for the Seeker of Glutton', label: 'Back'}

chalkawareness: true -- [after 1 second] ~~Page 655~~ [after 2 second; append] ~~POSSIBLE APPLICATIONS OF LGDs~~ [after 4 second] As the title of the page suggests, the original author has gone into a lot of detail about what Lesser Gluttony Demons could offer to the practice of cultist hedonism. [after 8 second; append] They speculate that these beings would be uniquely suited to enhance the abilities of a common mortal - through a ritual simply referred as "merging", a number of skills could be transferred into a host. [after 12 second; append] Namely cooking, baking, catering to another's needs, lifting of heavy objects, massage therapy... [after 16 second; append] accounting, even? [after 17 second; append] That seems far-fetched. [after 19 second] You're not the only one thinking that: the other writer seems to be highly skeptical of these conclusions. [after 22 second; append] While they accept that a lesser demon would pose less resistance to such a ritual, and, in fact, even be eager to undertake it, there's no telling if any skills would actually transfer, or if the personality and/or wants of the host would be altered. [after 26 second; append] Furthermore, they criticize the author's lack of proposal of a containment method to keep the demon trapped for the duration of the summoning. [after 30 second] They reiterate that there may be no need for any either way, but lay down the sketch of one additional sigil for the ritual circle just in case someone wants to bite the bullet and try actually summoning a lesser demon instead of a normal one. [after 34 second; append] How nice of them...? {link to: 'Advanced Enchantments for the Seeker of Glutton', label: 'Back'}

You near the blackboard, and find yourself still thinking of any way of making it fit in as part of your house's interior decor. The bedroom? No, you don't want the bed getting covered in chalk. The guest room? Converting it into a home office is still on the table, though what you would do with one is a whole other matter entirely. The kitchen would probably be the best place for it, if it wasn't just so damn large. Couldn't you steal a smaller one? [if chalkawareness == true; if lesserdemonchalk == false] Well, steal is a loaded term: the middle school you temporarily worked for had kept in storage for literal years! Guess you ended up doing the same. You should probably keep the [[chalk]] inside, it's at risk of getting wet here. [continue] [if chalkawareness == false] Well, steal is a loaded term: the middle school you temporarily worked for had kept in storage for literal years! Guess you ended up doing the same. You should probably keep the chalk inside, it's at risk of getting wet here. [continue] [if chalkawareness == true; if lesserdemonchalk == true] Well, steal is a loaded term: the middle school you temporarily worked for had kept in storage for literal years! Guess you ended up doing the same. [continue] {link to: 'garden shed', label: 'Back'} [note] Maybe have the blackboard text change, going through all of the rooms in the house, ending with the garage, where it could actually work. [continue]

lesserdemonchalk: true -- Now that you think about it, wouldn't you need some chalk to add those sigils the tome was talking about? No, never mind that: you should probably go for your own blood, that seems much smarter of a solution. ...you should probably get some more sleep when you get the chance, these kinds of intrusive thoughts cannot be a good sign. Neither is wanting to summon a demon, but to fair it would be a *lesser* one, would it not? Surely much safer than a normal one. Surely. {link to: 'blackboard', label: 'Back'}

shapeextrasigils: true -- You reach for the chalk, kneeling down beside the purple circle. With careful, deliberate strokes, you begin to copy the additional sigils from the book's description. The chalk feels warm between your fingers, and as it touches the circle itself, also begins to shine purple. [after 3 second] As you complete the first extra sigil - two small circles and larger, V-marked one under them - you feel a subtle shift in the air around you. The second sigil, a series of vertical lines broken by small triangular marks, makes the candles in the room flicker momentarily. [after 8 second] Now... [after 9 second; append] was this a good idea? [after 10 seconds; append] Probably not, now that you think about it. You have no idea how the circle itself works, and now you’ve gone ahead and haphazardly modified it. [after 10 second; append] Who knows if it’ll even work now? {link to: 'shape', label: 'Back'}

[after 2 second] Soon enough something does, [after 3 second; append] in fact, [after 4 second; append] happen. [after 6 second] You watch in awe as items begin to float over to the center of the circle - [after 9 second; append] a very erratic movement, for a second you almost fear of being hit - [after 12 second; append] the purple light of the circle also intensifies, releasing occasional sharp, bright flashes from its sigils. [after 16 second; append] The cheesecake at the center begins to vibrate violently, small chunks of it flying outward as something seems to be trying to push through from... [after 20 second; append] somewhere else. [after 23 second] A thin, humanoid shape begins to materialize… [after 26 second; append] not the voluptuous being you might have expected from a demon of Gluttony. [after 29 second; append] Then again, this is what the author of those pages described them as, to a tee: [after 32 second; append] this creature is gaunt, almost skeletal, with elongated limbs and fingers. [after 36 second; append] Its skin shifts between translucent and a pale purple hue. [after 39 second; append] Only its eyes remain constant - purple orbs with no pupils, darting frantically around the room. [after 43 second] [[Eventually, it notices you.->Lesser Demon cutscene 2]]

[after 2 second] ~~Finally!~~ [after 3 second; append] ~~Oh, how long I've waited for a mortal summoning!~~ [after 6 second] The voice doesn't seem to come from the creature's mouth, which hangs slightly open, but rather directly into your mind. The being bows deeply - very classy, you have to admit. [after 10 second] ~~Lesser servant of Glutton. At your command, mistress!~~ [after 13 second] You take a step back, unsure of how to respond. This wasn't exactly what you had in mind when you performed the ritual. [after 17 second; append] Also… now what? You have no idea how a "merging" is supposed to go. [after 20 second; append] Is there something else you need to do? How do you even get this thing out? [after 23 second; append] And you don't really feel like that would be a good idea anyway. [after 26 second; append] The creature notices your hesitation and tilts its head at an odd-looking angle. [after 29 second] ~~...is something wrong? Am I not... satisfactory?~~ [after 32 second] [[It takes a step toward you, and you take one back.->Lesser Demon cutscene 3]]

[after 2 second] ~~I can feel...~~ [after 3 second; append] ~~your hunger...~~ [after 5 second] The thin demon presses against an invisible barrier at the edge of the circle, its fingers splaying out like it's touching glass. [after 8 second; append] It looks down at the chalk, confused. [after 10 second; append] You can now hear a distinctive high-pitched noise coming from it. [after 12 second] ~~...I see…~~ [after 13 second; append] ~~merging!~~ [after 14 second; append] ~~Yes.~~ [after 15 second; append] ~~Yes!~~ [after 16 second; append] ~~Let me merge with you. We can do such great things together! I can make you the perfect vessel for Glutton's glory!~~ [after 20 second] Its voice grows more urgent, more desperate as it speaks, its movements more frantic as its body contorts and tests the boundaries of its containment. [after 24 second; append] The entire attic seems to vibrate with its efforts, dust falling from the ceiling beams. [after 27 second] [[Oh no.->Lesser Demon cutscene 4]]

[after 1 second] You hear a loud crack from above as a ceiling beam splits under the pressure. [after 3 second; append] The demon's movements become more violent, throwing itself against the barrier repeatedly. [after 5 second; append] The floor beneath you groans with each impact. [after 7 second] ~~Out. Out. Out! I want out! OUT! LET ME OUT!~~ [after 10 second] Another loud crack, this time from the floor itself. [after 12 second; append] The wooden boards beneath the circle begin to splinter and give way. [after 14 second; append] You stumble backward, trying to maintain your balance as a large section of the attics floor begins to collapse from under you. [after 17 second; append] In a moment of free fall, you and the demon crash through the ceiling. [after 20 second] [[You find yourself back inside your bedroom.->Lesser Demon cutscene 5]]

[after 2 second] Luckily for you - and for Jake, really - you land on top of the empty side of the bed, bouncing from it and tumbling onto the floor. [after 6 second; append] The fall knocked the wind out of you, but the mattress took most of the damage: nothing seems broken. [after 9 second; append] Jake bolts upright in bed, disoriented and alarmed. [after 12 second] "Emily? What… what's happening?" [after 15 second] You sigh of relief as you see that he's also fine, just covered in dust and debris like you. [after 18 second; append] He scrambles out of bed toward you… [after 20 second; append] stepping on top of what you recognize as floorboards covered in smudged chalk, faintly shining of a purple hue. [after 24 second] [[You look up.->Lesser demon cutscene 5.5]]

[after 2 second] Floating above the both of you is the lesser demon of gluttony, now free from its constraints. [after 5 second; append] In the dim light, you see the thin, spectral form leap from the remaining ceiling, heading right toward you. [after 9 second] And then Jake takes another step forward, placing between you [after 11 second; append] and it. [after 13 second] Before either of you can react, it collides with his back and... [after 15 second; append] [[disappears.->Lesser Demon cutscene 6]]

[after 2 second] You watch as he turns towards you. His eyes meet yours, glowing with a purple glow. [after 5 second; append] Jake's expression cycles rapidly through confusion, shock, and something else - something foreign and hungry. [after 8 second; append] He opens his mouth as if to speak, then closes it again, seeming to struggle internally. [after 11 second] Finally, he blinks several times and shakes his head. [after 13 second] "Emily... did... did you catch that? What just happened?" [after 16 second] His voice sounds… [after 17 second; append] well, [after 18 second; append] obviously concerned, [after 19 second; append] but normal. [after 21 second; append] Before you can answer, he looks up at the hole in the ceiling, then back at you. [after 24 second] "There must have been an infiltration or… something like that. I think the ceiling just caved in. [after 27 second; append] Are you hurt? Let me help you up." [after 30 second] [[Take his hand.->Lesser Demon Ending Timelapse]]

You find yourself inside of the kitchen, seated at a large [[dining table]]. [if LesserDemonEnding == 1] In front of you is a steaming [[appetizer platter->appetizer platter]]. [if LesserDemonEnding == 2] Jake has placed a large bowl of [[creamy bisque->creamy bisque]] in front of you. [if LesserDemonEnding == 3] A perfectly seared [[filet mignon->filet mignon]] sits before you, accompanied by roasted vegetables and a rich wine reduction. [if LesserDemonEnding == 4] Jake has just set down a [[chocolate soufflé->chocolate soufflé]], still rising and warm from the oven. [if LesserDemonEnding == 5] An elaborate [[cheese board->cheese board]] has been placed before you, featuring house-made preserves. [continue] The [[refrigerator]] stands imposingly large at the far end of the kitchen, its double doors plastered with [[delivery menus]] and [[cooking schedules]]. Jake is hard at work, reading from his [[recipe notebook]] on the counter. Behind you is the doorway to the [[🛋️living room->Lesser Demon Ending Living Room]]. *** {embed passage: 'Lesser Demon Ending Flavor Text'}

LesserDemonEnding: LesserDemonEnding + 1 calories: calories + 1000 -- [after 2 second] Before you is an elaborate spread of hors d'oeuvres that would impress even the snobbiest food critic. [after 5 second] "Just something light to start," Jake says, though the platter could easily feed four people. [after 8 second; append] You notice his hands are stained with small burns and cuts - battle scars from his new culinary obsession. [after 12 second] You don't bother with the small cocktail fork provided, instead using your fingers to pop one delicacy after another into your mouth. [after 16 second; append] Jake has become remarkably skilled in the kitchen since that night in the attic - a talent that seemingly emerged overnight. [after 20 second; append] You can't complain. [after 22 second; append] Within minutes, the platter is empty. Jake whisks it away before you can even finish licking your fingers. {link to: 'Lesser Demon Ending Diorama', label: 'Back'}

LesserDemonEnding: LesserDemonEnding + 1 calories: calories + 1250 -- [after 2 second] The bisque is a perfect velvety consistency. [after 4 second; append] It's a lobster and crab affair, rich with cream, butter, and a lot more ingredients and spices you haven't cared enough to ask more about. [after 8 second] You dive in with your spoon, slurping loudly without concern for table manners. [after 11 second; append] The soup is *thick*, coating your tongue with buttery richness. [after 14 second; append] Jake hovers nearby, refilling your bowl twice without being asked, somehow anticipating the exact moment you'll scrape the bottom. [after 18 second] By the third portion, your top feels much tighter across your chest and belly, but that doesn't stop you from sopping up the last drops with a piece of brioche that Jake has already buttered and placed at the edge of your bowl. {link to: 'Lesser Demon Ending Diorama', label: 'Back'}

LesserDemonEnding: LesserDemonEnding + 1 calories: calories + 1600 -- [after 2 second] The steak is a thick cut of perfectly seared filet mignon, its center precisely the medium-rare you prefer. [after 5 second; append] A red wine reduction pools around it, studded with caramelized shallots and mushrooms. [after 8 second] "I finished it with browned butter and thyme." Jake says quietly as he places a steak knife and fork beside your plate. [after 12 second] The knife slides through the meat with almost no resistance. [after 15 second; append] Each bite practically dissolves on your tongue, the fat melting into buttery richness. [after 18 second; append] You devour it with focused intensity, hardly pausing between bites. [after 21 second; append] Jake stands ready with the pepper grinder. {link to: 'Lesser Demon Ending Diorama', label: 'Back'}

LesserDemonEnding: LesserDemonEnding + 1 calories: calories + 950 -- [after 2 second] The soufflé rises majestically above the ramekin, perfectly domed and dusted with powdered sugar. [after 5 second; append] As soon as it's placed before you, the center begins to collapse slightly, revealing a molten chocolate interior. [after 8 second; append] You can't help but moan in awe before the sight. [after 11 second] You waste no time plunging your spoon directly into the center. [after 14 second; append] The contrast between the light, airy exterior and the rich, pudding-like interior is… ugh… divine. [after 17 second; append] You want - no, need, more of it. [after 20 second] Luckily for you, Jake has prepared two soufflés. [after 23 second; append] There's no pause between the two - you end up scraping the ramekins so thoroughly they barely need washing. [after 27 second; append] Your belly strains on top of your sweatpants, but, as usual, you could go for more. So much more. {link to: 'Lesser Demon Ending Diorama', label: 'Back'}

LesserDemonEnding: LesserDemonEnding + 1 calories: calories + 1100 -- [after 2 second] The cheese board is a work of art, but you couldn't care less. [after 5 second] You bypass the knives entirely, breaking off chunks of cheese with your fingers and stuffing them directly into your mouth. [after 9 second; append] Some of it smears across your chin, but you don't bother wiping it away. [after 12 second; append] Jake stands by with napkins and fresh crackers, silently replacing empty dishes with full ones. [after 16 second] By the time you've had your fill, your stomach is distended and tight. [after 19 second; append] You slump back in your chair, breathing heavily, a satisfied smile playing across your lips. [after 22 second; append] You can hear the faintest gurgle coming from your belly. {link to: 'Lesser Demon Ending Final', label: 'Back'}

The industrial-sized refrigerator hums quietly in the corner - another of Jake's "essential upgrades" from last summer. Its double doors are plastered with delivery menus, most sporting circled items and Jake's handwritten notes in the margins: "Emily loved this" or "Too spicy." You notice he's developed a system of stars next to dishes that particularly pleased you. The inside is meticulously organized with labeled containers of prepped ingredients and pre-made portions for whenever hunger strikes. Your old fridge was never this organized. Or full, really, despite your appetite. {link to: 'Lesser Demon Ending Diorama', label: 'Back'}

Dozens of delivery menus paper the fridge doors, each dog-eared and marked with highlighted items. They represent restaurants within a 30-mile radius - some so far away you didn't know they'd deliver here. Jake has organized them by cuisine type with color-coded tabs, so its easier for you to go through them whenever he’s not home and choosing for you. At some point, Jake started tipping generously enough that drivers now address you by name, no matter which restaurant they're from. {link to: 'Lesser Demon Ending Diorama', label: 'Back'}

The laminated cooking schedule on the refrigerator door maps out meals for the entire week ahead. Jake has calculated everything down to the minute, preparing components in advance. You notice he's incorporated some buffer time between courses - not because preparation requires it, but because he's learned exactly how long your stomach needs between servings. Uh. Not a lot, apparently. {link to: 'Lesser Demon Ending Diorama', label: 'Back'}

Jake's recipe notebook lies open on the counter, pages covered in his neat handwriting. What started as simple dishes with basic instructions has evolved into complex culinary formulas, with precise measurements and detailed notes. "Emily's reactions" sections appear after each recipe. You've glimpsed older pages where he crossed out ingredients you merely tolerated, replaced with alternatives that made you close your eyes in pleasure. He's been studying you like a science… you don’t know how to feel about that. {link to: 'Lesser Demon Ending Diorama', label: 'Back'}

Oh no, you’re not getting up from this chair, not without some help. And why would you, anyways? You’re not done yet. Still, beyond the doorway you can make out your living room: it stayed pretty much the same throughout the year. Only difference is the couch, really, which is brand new - the last one had had enough of you. {link to: 'Lesser Demon Ending Diorama', label: 'Back'}

The massive oak table dominates the kitchen space - a recent addition that replaced your old glass-topped dining set. Jake insisted on it. The surface is littered with small nicks and stains from this year’s countless meals. You notice fresh scratches where Jake apparently dragged it farther from the wall again, allowing your chair more clearance. You can't help but smile at the thought. {link to: 'Lesser Demon Ending Diorama', label: 'Back'}

[if LesserDemonEnding == 1; after 1 second] *The kitchen is flooded with savory aromas that make your mouth water instantly.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 1; after 3 second; append] *Jake keeps glancing at you between cooking tasks. You sink deeper into your chair, enjoying the attention.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 1; after 6 second; append] *Why had you ever bothered cooking before? This arrangement - you eating, him serving - feels natural now, like you were always meant to be waited on.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 1; after 9 second; append] *Jake's rolled-up sleeves reveal his toned forearms as he works, and you catch yourself staring.* [continue] [if LesserDemonEnding == 1; after 12 second] *Through the window, you can see the sunset casting long shadows across your backyard.* [continue] [if LesserDemonEnding == 2; after 1 second] *Your fingers tap impatiently on the table as Jake ladles the bisque into your bowl. He hasn't stopped moving since you sat down - a blur of activity that kind of makes you feel guilty for just sitting here, waiting to be fed.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 2; after 4 second; append] *Just a little bit.* [continue] [if LesserDemonEnding == 2; after 6 second] *Then again, he insisted. And he's gotten so much better at this, too - no more burnt edges or underseasoned dishes.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 2; after 9 second; append] *You shift your weight, feeling the chair protest beneath you. You make a mental note to have Jake order something sturdier online later. Something that won't make these worrying creaking sounds.* [continue] [if LesserDemonEnding == 3; after 1 second] *The kitchen's been rearranged since this morning - more counter space, everything within Jake's reach. Efficient.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 3; after 3 second; append] *Your belly presses firmly against the table's edge.* [continue] [if LesserDemonEnding == 3; after 5 second] *Somehow, you still crave more.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 3; after 6 second; append] *Your stomach growls loudly enough for him to hear, and he immediately quickens his pace, nearly tripping over himself.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 3; after 9 second; append] *The way he anticipates your needs without you saying a word - you could definitely get used to this.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 3; after 12 second; append] *Well, clearly you already have.* [continue] [if LesserDemonEnding == 4; after 1 second] *You adjust your clothes again, tugging the fabric down over your expanding belly.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 4; after 3 second; append] *These were new last month.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 4; after 4 second; append] *Already tight.* [continue] [if LesserDemonEnding == 4; after 6 second] *You catch your reflection in the kitchen window - fuller cheeks, softer jawline.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 4; after 8 second; append] *A double chin.* [continue] [if LesserDemonEnding == 4; after 10 second] *Your breathing is becoming heavier. Jake watches you, seemingly satisfied with himself.* [continue] [if LesserDemonEnding == 5; after 1 second] *You've lost track of time.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 5; after 2 second; append] *Night has fully settled outside.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 5; after 3 second; append] *The kitchen clock says it's past midnight, but that can't be right.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 5; after 5 second; append] *Have you really been eating for hours?* [continue] [if LesserDemonEnding == 5; after 7 second] *You lick your lips, anticipating the next course while still struggling through combined weight of the previous four.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 5; after 10 second; append] *Your sweatpants are stretched to their limit, the waistband completely hidden beneath the curve of your belly.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 5; after 13 second] *Jake hasn't touched his own plate all night.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 5; after 15 second; append] *Too busy feeding you.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 5; after 17 second; append] *You decide not to remind him, and to keep him busy.* [note] ORIGINAL TEXTS [if LesserDemonEnding == 1 *The kitchen is flooded with savory aromas that make your mouth water instantly. Jake keeps glancing at you between cooking tasks. You sink deeper into your chair, enjoying the attention. Why had you ever bothered cooking before? This arrangement - you eating, him serving - feels natural now, like you were always meant to be waited on. Jake's rolled-up sleeves reveal his toned forearms as he works, and you catch yourself staring.* *Through the window, you can see the sunset casting long shadows across your backyard.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 2 *Your fingers tap impatiently on the table as Jake ladles the bisque into your bowl. He hasn't stopped moving since you sat down - a blur of activity that kind of makes you feel guilty for just sitting here, waiting to be fed. Just a little bit.* *Then again, he insisted. And he's gotten so much better at this, too - no more burnt edges or underseasoned dishes. You shift your weight, feeling the chair protest beneath you. You make a mental note to have Jake order something sturdier online later. Something that won't make these worrying creaking sounds.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 3 *The kitchen's been rearranged since this morning - more counter space, everything within Jake's reach. Efficient. Your belly presses firmly against the table's edge.* *Somehow, you still crave more. Your stomach growls loudly enough for him to hear, and he immediately quickens his pace, nearly tripping over himself. The way he anticipates your needs without you saying a word - you could definitely get used to this. Well, clearly you already have.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 4 *You adjust your clothes again, tugging the fabric down over your expanding belly. These were new last month. Already tight. You catch your reflection in the kitchen window - fuller cheeks, softer jawline. A double chin.* *Your breathing is becoming heavier. Jake watches you, seemingly satisfied with himself.* [if LesserDemonEnding == 5 *You've lost track of time. Night has fully settled outside. The kitchen clock says it's past midnight, but that can't be right. Have you really been eating for hours?* *You lick your lips, anticipating the next course while still struggling through combined weight of the previous four. Your sweatpants are stretched to their limit, the waistband completely hidden beneath the curve of your belly. Jake hasn't touched his own plate all night. Too busy feeding you. You decide not to remind him, and to keep him busy.* [continue]

[after 2 second] With the cheese board decimated and your stomach stretched to capacity, you lean back in your chair, breathing heavily. [after 8 second; append] Jake moves quietly around the kitchen, already beginning to clean up the aftermath of the five-course feast. [after 12 second] Suddenly, you feel the imprints of his hands to the sides of your gut. [after 15 second; append] "So… did you like it?" he asks as he begins to rub it from behind the chair. [after 18 second] [[You nod, too full to even consider speaking.->Lesser Demon Ending Final 2]]

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LesserDemonEnding: 1 -- <style> .endingScreen { text-align: center; } .endingTitle { font-size: 36px; } .endingName { font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px; } </style> <div class="endingScreen"> <h1 class="endingName">[[1 Year later...->Lesser Demon Ending Diorama]]</h1> </div> You waddle your way into the kitchen, one hand clutching your aching back - you can already feel yourself getting winded from the short trip from the bedroom to here. The chair at the dining table creaks as you settle your fattened ass onto it. The smells wafting through the room make your mouth water instantly, and your belly grumbles. You’re starving.

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[after 2 second] A touch begins to rub in a circular motion further up. [after 4 second; append] Another set of hands begins to test the weight of your belly, while yet another prefer to test and prod at your swollen tits, massaging them. [after 8 second; append] "I'll be preparing the midnight snack in a few hours," he says softly. "I want to have some fun first, if that's fine by you." [after 12 second] You feel his lips pressing onto yours as your sweatpants are lowered down, and one of the hands testing your weight begins to lower down. [after 16 second; append] As your eyes open up slightly, you catch a glimpse of Jake. [after 19 second] [[Interesting. His eyes have returned to blue…->Lesser Demon End]]

BeachEnding: 0 -- <style> .endingScreen { text-align: center; } .endingTitle { font-size: 36px; } .endingName { font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px; } </style> <div class="endingScreen"> <h1 class="endingName">[[2 Years later...->Demon Weight option Diorama]]</h1> </div> At first, you thought the night with the demon had been a dream. Who wouldn't? But then you saw the tattoo in the mirror that morning - "2 YEARS" in gothic letters curving around your belly. Sixteen-year-old you would have loved it.

BeachEnding: BeachEnding + 1 -- You find yourself on a sunny beach, reclining on a lounge chair. [if BeachEnding == 1] To your left is a cooler with some [[empty cans]], some [[wrappers->Beach Wrappers]], a [[beach bag]], and a portable [[umbrella stand]]. [[Jake->Jake beach]] is off swimming - you faintly see him in the far distance. [if BeachEnding == 2] To your left is a cooler with some [[empty cans]], some [[wrappers->Beach Wrappers]], a [[beach bag]], and a portable [[umbrella stand]]. Nearby, a group of [[beach goers]] pass by, enjoying the perfect weather. [if BeachEnding >= 3] To your left is a cooler with some [[empty cans]], some [[wrappers->Beach Wrappers]], a [[beach bag]], and a portable [[umbrella stand]]. A beach attendant walks by offering you some [[drinks]]. [continue] Behind you is the parking lot where you left [[your car->beach parking lot]]. *** {embed passage: 'Beach Environment Flavor Text'}

The umbrella stand sticks firmly in the sand, providing a welcome patch of shade. You've positioned your lounge chair perfectly beneath it, creating your own little oasis away from the honestly punishing sun. Even with your currently slender body, you still tend to prefer the shade. {link to: 'Demon Weight option Diorama', label: 'Back'}

You don’t really feel like moving away from your spot, and someone has to keep an eye on your and Jake's things anyways. Still, you glance back towards the parking lot: your car sits in the shade of a palm tree, right where you left it. You briefly wonder if you remembered to lock it, but then recall Jake double-checking before you headed to the beach. You should be good. It felt weird when, a year back, you eventually realized you had to adjust the seat much farther forward. Your belly just wasn’t in the way anymore. {link to: 'Demon Weight option Diorama', label: 'Back'}

The wrappers scattered around your lounge chair tell the story of your morning so far: chocolate bars, energy bars, two sandwich wrappers, and the packaging from a particularly indulgent box of donuts you demolished barely an hour ago. You've been eating non-stop since you arrived, yet your stomach remains relatively flat beneath your new bikini. You've grown accustomed to the stares from other beachgoers as they watch you consume enough food for three people while maintaining your slim figure. Their envy is palpable, and come on, you can't deny enjoying it just a little bit… {link to: 'Demon Weight option Diorama', label: 'Back'}

Your beach bag sits half-buried in the sand, once stuffed with more snacks than swimwear. Digging through it, your fingers brush against your sunscreen. You also notice a small pocket mirror at the bottom of the bag, angled just right so that you manage to get a glimpse of you. Your face looks thinner than it did two years ago, your cheekbones more defined. Not bad. {link to: 'Demon Weight option Diorama', label: 'Back'}

You examine the empty cans strewn around your cooler - beers, mostly, with a couple of diet sodas. What an error on your part: the real sugar varieties are so much better. It didn’t stop you from going through all of the ones you brought, but what were you supposed to do? Waste them? You should probably gather the cans and place them in a plastic bag before leaving. You’re no monster. {link to: 'Demon Weight option Diorama', label: 'Back'}

A group of college-aged beachgoers passes by your spot, laughing and shoving one another playfully. They're carrying a cooler between them and have volleyball equipment tucked under their arms. One girl, a curvy one in a bright red bikini, catches your eye. Huge tits. Humongous. The group sets up their volleyball net not far from you. You try to focus on your book, but your eyes keep drifting toward her. {link to: 'Demon Weight option Diorama', label: 'Back'}

[after 1 second] Something cool to drink, ma'am?" A beach attendant in a crisp uniform approaches with a tray of beverages - everything from fresh coconut water to frozen margaritas. [after 3 second] You scrutinize the options, momentarily overwhelmed. So many choices! You end up going for two piña coladas and a strawberry daiquiri. The attendant quickly hands them over to you on a tray. [after 6 second] "Expecting friends, ma'am?" he asks as he arranges the drinks on your side table. [after 10 second] As he walks away, you take a long sip of the piña colada, savoring the sweet coconut flavor. {link to: 'Demon Weight option Diorama', label: 'Back'}

You squint against the sunlight, trying to spot Jake's form in the water. You can just make him out, swimming parallel to the shoreline with strong, confident strokes. He's always been athletic, but he's been especially dedicated to his workouts lately. When you first made your deal, he seemed very, very confused by your sudden weight loss, especially given how much food you continued to gorge yourself with. Eventually, he seemed to accept your vague explanations about "metabolism changes" and "new supplements." You've caught him looking at old photos once or twice, he’s clearly missing some of your curves... but he's never complained. Well, a little bit maybe, but only jokingly. He’s glad to see you looking healthy. {link to: 'Demon Weight option Diorama', label: 'Back'}

[if BeachEnding == 1; after 1 second] *It took almost two months to realize what had actually happened. You and Jake were leaving a buffet restaurant where you'd eaten enough for a family of four, and he commented how you "hardly looked like you'd eaten anything at all." The scale confirmed it later: you weren't gaining weight. Not one ounce. You've even managed to lose a significant amount of pounds since then, all while eating whatever you want, whenever you want.* [if BeachEnding == 1; after 4 second] *Now your body feels lighter than it has in ages - fit, despite changing nothing about your diet. Of course, you've been telling everyone it's just good genes and the occasional workout routine, enjoying their envious glances.* [continue] [continue] [continue] [if BeachEnding == 2; after 1 second] *Morning after morning, the scale never budged upward - if anything, it kept dropping as your body slowly shrunk back to what it had been years prior.* [if BeachEnding == 2; after 4 second] *The bikini you're wearing would have been unthinkable before. Your curves have shifted - chest and ass definitely less pronounced than they used to be, replaced by lean muscle and a flat stomach. Well, almost flat, it has gotten a tiny bit chubbier this last month, but still. Jake sometimes looks at you with a hint of something like nostalgia, though he tries to hide it.* [continue] [continue] [continue] [if BeachEnding >= 3; after 1 second] *You haven’t really kept track of how long it has been since that night.* [if BeachEnding >= 3; after 3 second] *The sun is shining down onto your tan body, the sea breeze is no doubt doing wonders to your skin as well. A bit too many seagulls for your liking, but thankfully they don't seem to be interested in your last remaining [[sandwich->Demon cutscene weight option .2.2]] at the moment. Yes, forget about the pact, who cares? Maybe you'll get back to gaining weight, or who knows, maybe the demoness forgot about it. Unlikely, but a girl can dream.* [if BeachEnding >= 3; after 7 second] *You rub absent-mindedly at the "2 YEARS" tattoo on your stomach. It's been tingling strangely all morning, almost burning at times. Probably just a sunburn, nothing to worry about. You've got two more days of beach vacation ahead of you, and the perfect body to enjoy it with.* [continue]

SkinnyShowerEnding: 0 SkinnyEnding: 0 towelPutOn: false -- <style> .endingScreen { text-align: center; } .endingTitle { font-size: 36px; } .endingName { font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px; } </style> <div class="endingScreen"> <h1 class="endingName">[[1 Years later...->Demon Weight option 3 Diorama Shower]]</h1> </div> At first, you thought it had been a dream. Who wouldn't? You would've kept on thinking your mind had just made up a fun adventure around the house, with a demon at the end of it and you having woken up just before it was about to get you. But then you looked at the mirror: the tattoo was still there, right on top of your belly, curving around its swell. Big gothic letters spelling out "I'LL GIVE IT 1 YEAR".

SkinnyShowerEnding: SkinnyShowerEnding + 1 -- You stand in your shower, the hot water falling down your [[body->very fat body]]. The steam fills the small space, making the glass door fog up completely. [if SkinnyShowerEnding >= 3] Around you are bottles of [[shampoo]], [[conditioner->shampoo]], and [[body wash->shampoo]]. [continue] *** {embed passage: 'Skinny Option Shower Flavor Text'}

[after 2 second] But you're not going to stand for that. [after 4 second; append] Staying in shape is too hard for you Emily. [after 6 second; append] So be it! [after 8 second] You don't care anymore. [after 10 second; append] And you know what? Screw that demon. [after 13 second] [[Gaining all this weight the first time around had been more enough, you really did not care for a second round.->Skinny option end]]

towelPutOn: true -- [after 2 second] You take the towel from the rack and attempt to wrap it around your body. [after 5 second; append] It covers you, but just barely - the edges that used to overlap generously a couple of months ago barely meet. [after 8 second; append] You tuck the corner in securely just above your breast, hoping it holds. [after 11 second; append] It immediately doesn't, shifting just a tiny bit further down. [after 14 second] Your skin feels warm and slightly flushed from the hot shower. [after 17 second; append] Droplets of water still cling to parts of your body the towel couldn't quite reach. {link to: 'Skinny Option Bathroom Diorama', label: 'Back'}

towelNeeded: true -- You squeeze a generous amount of soap into your palm. The familiar vanilla scent fills the steamy air; you close your eyes and enjoy the sensation of your hands going through your long hair. Welp, you pretty much got all of the other parts already. It's probably time to get out - the remaining hot water won't last much longer anyway. {link to: 'Skinny Option Bathroom Diorama', label: 'Turn off the water and step out.'}

[if SkinnyShowerEnding == 1; after 1 second] *The water cascades over your body, your hands absentmindedly moving across the soft curves of your stomach and hips.* [if SkinnyShowerEnding == 1; after 3 second] *The year passed by so quickly.* [continue] [continue] [if SkinnyShowerEnding == 2; after 1 second] *You turn slowly, letting the hot water hit different parts of your body.* [if SkinnyShowerEnding == 2; after 4 second] *You can feel your butt making contact with the glass of the shower. Ugh.* [continue] [continue] [if SkinnyShowerEnding == 3; after 1 second] *The water is starting to cool down. You've been in here for a while now, and your legs are getting tired from standing. It’s probably time for you to finish up.* [if SkinnyShowerEnding == 3; after 3 second] *You glance down at your stomach, where the tattoo used to be. It faded gradually over the last few weeks of the year, until one morning you woke up and it was completely gone... it's probably for the best, you were getting sick of seeing it in the mirror.* [continue]

[if SkinnyShowerEnding == 1] The hot water cascades over your curves, steam rising around you. You run your hands over your body, feeling that familiar softness. Your stomach protrudes outward, as massive, if not more, than it was a year ago. Unmistakably round. And your breasts rest heavily on top of your belly. You turn slightly, watching how the water flows over your curves. [if SkinnyShowerEnding == 2] Water runs down your body as you turn beneath the shower spray. The stream hits your rounded shoulders before traveling down the expanse of your belly. You glance down, noting how you can barely see your feet past its curve. Your feel your thighs touch fully now, creating a small waterfall effect as the shower rinses down your legs. [continue] {link to: 'Demon Weight option 3 Diorama Shower', label: 'Back'}

SkinnyEnding: SkinnyEnding + 1 -- You find yourself dripping on the bath mat of your bathroom. On top of the right wall there's a [[mirror->mirror skinny]] that doubles as a cabinet [unless towelPutOn; append] ,with a [[towel]] set on its handle. [else; append] . [continue] Right behind you is a small, angle [[shower->bottom shower skinny option]]. Close to it is the [[toilet->toilet skinny]], with a [[scale->scale skinny option]] right by it. Behind you is the door to the [[🛋️living room->living room skinny option cutscene (too wet/naked)]] and to your left the entrance to the [[🧺laundry room->laundry room skinny option cutscene (too wet/naked)]]. *** {embed passage: 'Skinny Option Bathroom Flavor Text'}

[if towelPutOn] The mirror has mostly cleared now, though condensation still clings to the edges. You stare at your reflection, taking in the changes to your body. Your face is round, your jawline softened once again by a layer of fat and framed by what are now long, wet hair. The towel barely contains your large breasts, which have returned to their former fullness. Below them, the towel strains to reach around your substantial belly. You turn slightly, catching the way your love handles can still be noticed even under the fabric. You're back to your natural state - soft, round, plump. And honestly, you find yourself not minding it as much as you thought you would. [unless towelPutOn] You wipe condensation from the mirror with your palm, clearing a spot large enough to see your face. Steam quickly covers it again, but not before you catch a glimpse of your rounded cheeks and double chin. Your body is still dripping wet, water running down the curves of your chest and pooling at your feet. You'd need to wait for more of the mirror to clear up to see your full figure. [continue] {link to: 'Skinny Option Bathroom Diorama', label: 'Back'}

A large bath towel hangs from the rack beside the shower. It's one of the few towels that still works for you since gaining the weight back - the others feel more like hand towels these days. This one is plush and navy blue, a gift from your mother-in-law last Christmas. She was so jealous of you having gotten back to your previous body! And exceedingly happy when she realized it wasn’t going to last. Even she had noticed how your towels were back to struggling around you. [[Dry off and wrap it around yourself->towel cutscene]] {link to: 'Skinny Option Bathroom Diorama', label: 'Back'}

No need to use it, you've already done so before the shower anyways. The cold, white ceramics of your toilet will have to wait. {link to: 'Skinny Option Bathroom Diorama', label: 'Back'}

[if towelPutOn] You reach for the doorknob but stop yourself. What are you doing? You've still got to dry off your hair. What, do you want to get sick or something? You'd better take care before venturing into the rest of the house. [unless towelPutOn] You reach for the doorknob but stop yourself. What are you doing? You're still dripping wet. and completely naked. You'd better dry off before venturing into the rest of the house - tracking water everywhere would just create more work for yourself later. [continue] {link to: 'Skinny Option Bathroom Diorama', label: 'Back'}

[if towelPutOn] You start toward the laundry room but think better of it. Better to dry off here first. Besides, you’ve got no reason to check in on it, you know exactly what you'd find - piles of clothes that need washing. Housewife or not, you’ve always preferred to put that off as much as possible. [unless towelPutOn] You start toward the laundry room but think better of it. You're still dripping wet, and there's no need to soak the floor between rooms. Better to dry off here first. Besides, you’ve got no reason to check in on it, you know exactly what you'd find - piles of clothes that need washing. Housewife or not, you’ve always preferred to put that off as much as possible. [continue] {link to: 'Skinny Option Bathroom Diorama', label: 'Back'}

[if towelPutOn] You approach the digital scale with dread. It's been months since you last weighed yourself. Do you even want to know how much more you weight now? You usually prefer not to think about it too much. You're obviously bigger than before the pact at this point. But would you look at that: you can't even check to be sure of it - as you step on your scale and look down at its display, you just see the faint red glow of its display reflected back to you from the ceramic tiles of the bathroom's wall. Your belly is now constantly in the way. [[Step off->Demon cutscene weight option .3.2]] [unless towelPutOn] You glance at the scale but decide to dry off first before stepping on it. You're still dripping wet, and that would surely throw off the reading. Or ruin its electronics. For sure. [continue] {link to: 'Skinny Option Bathroom Diorama', label: 'Back'}

The shower is not running anymore, though there’s still some steam billowing up to fog the ceiling. Below you, the tile floor is slick with water, and you're careful not to slip as you reach over to twist the knob just a little more, to not have the faucet drip. You stand there for a moment, naked and dripping, as the cooler air of the bathroom raises goosebumps on your skin. Your body fat jiggling so, so very slightly as you shiver. {link to: 'Skinny Option Bathroom Diorama', label: 'Back'}

[if SkinnyEnding == 1; after 1 second] *It didn't take long to see what was going on. At first Jake thought you were going sick or something worse: you were losing weight, way too fast to be healthy. You were worried, but felt fine otherwise and still had your usual appetite to confirm it.* [if SkinnyEnding == 1; after 4 second] *In the span of a month, you lost about all the weight you had accumulated since you moved into the house, and also gained some tone to your arms and legs - that hadn't really been part of your request, so it was a pleasant surprise.* [if SkinnyEnding == 1; after 8 second] *Water drips down your body, pooling on the bath mat beneath your feet.* [continue] [continue] [if SkinnyEnding == 2; after 1 second] *But you weren't fit. It was subtle, but there was still a layer of softness over your abs, a dull curve. With the fact that you hadn't lost your appetite and, in fact, only showed it more uncaringly in the coming months...it began to make more and more sense.* [if SkinnyEnding == 2; after 3 second] [append] It had taken about a month for your weight to lose itself away. [if SkinnyEnding == 2; after 4 second] [append] It took about a year to get it all back. [continue] [continue] [if SkinnyEnding >= 3; after 1 second] *You catch glimpses of your reflection as the mirror gradually clears. Familiar rolls and curves.* [if SkinnyEnding >= 3; if towelPutOn == false; after 3 second] *You shiver slightly. The bathroom isn't cold, but standing naked and wet has its limits. You need to dry off and, eventually, get dressed too.* [if SkinnyEnding >= 3; if towelPutOn == false; after 3 second; append] *If you can find something that still fits you, of course.* [if SkinnyEnding >= 3; if towelPutOn == true; after 3 second] *Alright then, Emily, you know what you have to do... but who cares how much you weight, anyways? Ugh...* [continue]

RestaurantEnding: 0 BathroomEnding: 0 -- <style> .endingScreen { text-align: center; } .endingTitle { font-size: 36px; } .endingName { font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px; } </style> <div class="endingScreen"> <h1 class="endingName">[[2 Years later...->Restaurant Diorama]]</h1> </div> At first, you thought it had been a dream. Who wouldn't? You would've kept on thinking your mind had just made up a fun adventure around the house, with a demon at the end of it and you having woken up just before it was about to get you. But then you looked at the mirror: the tattoo was still there, right on top of your belly, curving around it's curve. Big gothic letters spelling out "2 WHOLE YEARS". 16 year old you would have loved it. She never had the guts to get her actual skin permanently marked, and having been her you can tell it was honestly for the better.

Delivery eat Foundue is now duplicated

RestaurantEnding: RestaurantEnding + 1 -- You find yourself seated at a table inside an elegant Italian restaurant. In front of you is a [[menu]] that you've been studying intently. On the table, you can see a [[basket of bread]] and a bottle of [[sparkling water]]. [[Jake->Jake restaurant]] sits across from you. To your right is a large [[window->restaurant window]]. Behind you, other [[diners]] are enjoying their meals. *** {embed passage: 'Restaurant Flavor Text'}

The leather-bound menu is extensive, with pages of tempting Italian specialties. You once more find yourself flipping through appetizers, pastas, main courses, desserts… ugh, each description is more mouth-watering than the last. Just leave it, Emily, your order is already on its way, you don’t need to torture yourself like this. {link to: 'Restaurant Diorama', label: 'Back'}

The bread basket contains an assortment of focaccia, ciabatta, and breadsticks. You've already made your way through half of it while deciding what to order. You tear off another piece, dragging it through the small dish of olive oil and balsamic vinegar. It's warm, fresh, and absolutely delicious. [if RestaurantEnding == 2] Jake smiles as he watches you enjoy the bread. "Save room for dinner," he reminds you. Thankfully, that hasn’t been an issue for a while now. [continue] {link to: 'Restaurant Diorama', label: 'Back'}

The glass bottle of sparkling water sits between you and Jake. Condensation drips down its sides, forming a small puddle on the tablecloth. You take a sip, enjoying the refreshing fizz. You've never been much for wine, despite Jake's attempts to cultivate your palate over the years. You just don’t get the appeal, really. {link to: 'Restaurant Diorama', label: 'Back'}

The restaurant is somewhat busy - not packed, but with enough patrons to create that pleasant background hum of conversation and clattering silverware. At nearby tables, couples lean in close to speak to one another, families celebrate special occasions, and business associates discuss deals over wine. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. {link to: 'Restaurant Diorama', label: 'Back'}

[if RestaurantEnding == 1; after 1 second] *It actually took a while to realize what had actually happened. A few months or so. It was actually Jake who first mentioned it funnily enough. The two of you were walking back to the car after a surprise encounter with a buffet restaurant, and he commented on the fact that you hardly looked like you had eaten anything at all. It wasn't true of course, you ate enough plates for a family of four in the span of an hour or so, all in front of a full restaurant of people... but yeah, your belly wasn't looking as full as it should've been.* [if RestaurantEnding == 1; after 6 second] *The scale confirmed it: you weren't gaining weight. At all. Hell, in the two years you even managed to lose a significant amount of pounds. Not bad.* [continue] [continue] [if RestaurantEnding == 2; after 1 second] *On the other side of the table is Jake, and thank god for that: it would be one weird anniversary if your fiance had just ditched you. But he didn't, he never did: he has always been at your side, always lovely, always as beautiful and considerate as the day you first met him.* [if RestaurantEnding == 2; after 5 second] *You studied the menu for at least ten minutes before ordering, unable to make up your mind. Everything looked so good in the pictures, and with your newfound freedom from weight gain, why hold back?* [continue] [continue] [if RestaurantEnding == 3; after 1 second] *As you wait for your appetizers to arrive, you find yourself people-watching. A few tables over, a woman about your age is picking at her salad while her date enjoys a full steak dinner.* [if RestaurantEnding == 3; after 4 second] *Jake reaches across the table, taking your hand in his. "Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" he asks, his eyes locked on yours. You smile, squeezing his hand in return.* [continue] [continue] [if RestaurantEnding >= 4; after 1 second] *As the waiter arrives back to your table, you quickly find yourself surrounded by food. Multiple appetizers, two pasta dishes, and a large entrée all crowd your side of the table, while Jake's modest plate of linguini looks almost comical in comparison. The waiter had raised an eyebrow when you ordered, but you’re used to it at this point.* [if RestaurantEnding >= 4; after 5 second] *Your mouth is watering, but you should probably head to the [[bathroom->Restaurant Bathroom Diorama]] first - not that you need to, but what if your make-up is messed up, or something like that? It’s best to check now.* [continue] [continue]

Jake looks particularly handsome tonight, his blonde hair neatly styled and his blue eyes catching the candlelight. He's wearing a crisp button-down shirt that accentuates his shoulders - he's been keeping up with his gym routine, and it shows. He smiles at you from across the table. You smile back. {link to: 'Restaurant Diorama', label: 'Back'}

BathroomEnding: BathroomEnding + 1 -- You find yourself in the elegant bathroom of the restaurant. In front of you is a wide [[sink->sink restaurant]]. Above it hangs a large, ornate [[mirror->mirror restaurant]] that reflects the overhead lights. To your right is a row of private [[stalls]]. Behind you is the door back to the [[restaurant->still not done with the bathroom cutscene]]. *** {embed passage: 'Restaurant Bathroom Flavor Text'}

The large window beside your table offers a view of a the outside of the restaurant illuminated by streetlights. People stroll by, enjoying the warm evening. A couple passes by, the woman laughing at something her partner said. You watch them for a moment, remembering when you and Jake first started dating. The two of them look so cute! {link to: 'Restaurant Diorama', label: 'Back'}

A row of three elegant stalls with mahogany doors lines the far wall. Each door closes firmly with a satisfying click - no awkward gaps here, way too classy of a place for that. Through the crack beneath one door, you can see someone's feet in expensive-looking heels. On closer inspection, those are just heels: no feet attached to them, just… shoes someone forgot. Uh. {link to: 'Restaurant Bathroom Diorama', label: 'Back'}

The sink is a beautiful piece of craftsmanship - a vessel bowl sitting atop a marble countertop. The brass fixtures gleam under the soft lighting, and a discreet soap dispenser offers scented hand wash. You couldn’t care less about it - your attention is all on the towels at the side of it. Cloth towels! This place is so, so fancy. What a great location for an anniversary. {link to: 'Restaurant Bathroom Diorama', label: 'Back'}

[if BathroomEnding == 1] The mirror is large and framed in ornate brass that matches the sink fixtures. It reflects the entire bathroom, making the space feel larger and more elegant. In it, you see yourself - slimmer than you've been in years, wearing a form-fitting dress that would have been impossible before. Your hair is styled perfectly, your makeup subtle but flattering. You look good. Really good. [else] As you step closer to the mirror, you notice something odd. The glass seems to have taken on a faint magenta hue, barely perceptible at first glance. You lean in, wondering if it's a trick of the light, but the pink tint deepens slightly as you watch. It's as if the color is coming from behind the mirror itself, not reflecting anything in the bathroom. [[Touch the mirror->Demon final cutscene alt 3.5]] [continue] {link to: 'Restaurant Bathroom Diorama', label: 'Back'}

You reach for the door handle, but hesitate. You spent so much time getting ready for tonight, and now you're second-guessing your outfit choice. The dress looked perfect at home, but under these restaurant lights… maybe it’s not? You’re getting paranoid. Then again, there's no rush to get back to the table. You might as well take another moment to check your appearance. {link to: 'Restaurant Bathroom Diorama', label: 'Back'}

[if BathroomEnding == 1; after 1 second] *You step into the bathroom, surprisingly empty given how busy the restaurant is. The lighting is flattering - warm without being dim, making your skin glow. You've been told you look radiant lately, and it's not hard to see why. Your body has returned to something close to what it was years ago, before all the late-night snacks and comfort eating began to show. Just a little chubby.* [if BathroomEnding == 1; after 5 second] *You smooth down your dress over your hips, admiring how the fabric falls without any bulges or strains.* [continue] [continue] [if BathroomEnding >= 2; after 1 second] *You approach the mirror, intending to check your lipstick, but something catches your eye. Is it a trick of the light, or is the mirror looking… odd? You lean closer, puzzled.* [if BathroomEnding >= 2; after 4 second] *Yes, there’s definitely something off about it. A very, very faint pink filter all over it. The color seems to be emanating from behind the mirror itself, not reflecting from anywhere in the room...* [continue]

[after 2 second; append] Because apart from her pink skin and pretty face, she's looking a lot more different. [after 5 second; append] Much bigger, in fact. With some effort you remove your eyes from her enormous gut and emboldened thighs and point them towards the gourmet burger she's holding in her hands. How do you know that a gourmet burger and not a normal one? For one, it's got a skewer in the middle. It's also looking identical to the one you ordered yesterday. [after 10 second] A loud burp from the demoness shakes you from your deep and philosophical ponderings. [after 12 second; append] She's obviously too full for her own good. [after 14 second; append] Is this your doing? [after 16 second] ~~There, I have still some... *hic* catching up to do, but... *burp* excuse me... but the two years are over.~~ [after 19 second] [[~~You're own your own.~~->Demon final cutscene alt 4]]

FoodDioramaEnding: 1 -- <style> .endingScreen { text-align: center; } .endingTitle { font-size: 36px; } .endingName { font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px; } </style> <div class="endingScreen"> <h1 class="endingName">[[3 Months later...->Living Room Free Food Diorama]]</h1> </div> At first, you thought it had been a dream. Who wouldn't? You would've kept on thinking your mind had just made up a fun adventure around the house, with a demon at the end of it and you having woken up just before it was about to get you. But then you looked at the mirror: the tattoo was still there, right on top of your belly, curving around it's curve. Big gothic letters spelling out "3 MONTHS".

FoodDioramaEnding: FoodDioramaEnding + 1 -- You find yourself in your living room, comfortably settled on the couch. In front of you is your [[TV->free food TV]]. Before it is a coffee table covered with a stack of [[pizza boxes->free food pizza boxes]], several [[fast food bags]], and a large [[bowl of popcorn]]. Next to the couch is a small side table with [[dessert containers]]. A wide [[bookshelf->bookshelf free food]] divides the room into two, with a [[calendar->calendar free food]] attached to its side. The faint impression of your body is clearly visible on the [[couch->couch free food]] cushions beneath you. Behind you are the stairs to the [[⤴️first floor->free food upstairs cutscene]] and the entrance to a [[🛀bathroom->free food bathroom cutscene]]. Beyond the bookshelf is the entrance to the [[kitchen->free food kitchen cutscene]] and the [[⤵️basement->free food basement cutscene]]. *** {embed passage: 'Free Food Diorama Flavor Text'}

The television plays some cooking competition show - ironic, given that you hardly need to cook anymore. The contestants are rushing around, trying to prepare elaborate meals under time constraints. The show cuts to a commercial break - another fast food ad that reminds you of the burger sitting just a few feet away. Your belly grumbles - your body has already gotten so, so spoiled. {link to: 'Living Room Free Food Diorama', label: 'Back'}

Your kitchen has undergone a dramatic transformation over the past months. The countertops are now buried beneath a collection of food containers, many of which are perfect duplicates of each other. This has kind of forced you to become more organized, with labeled zones for different types of food. The refrigerator door barely closes anymore, packed as it is with containers. You've learned that anything that isn't thrown away will simply replenish itself when closed and reopened, so… you haven’t had the heart to get rid of anything. Still, you're currently way, way too full to walk all the way there and pick something up. And you really don't have to: Jake is about to return from work any minute now. {link to: 'Living Room Free Food Diorama', label: 'Back'}

[if FoodDioramaEnding == 2; after 1 second] *It didn't take much longer to understand what was going on. You got to the kitchen and took some eggs and bacon from the fridge, ready for some breakfast - you realized you had forgotten about milk and opened it back again. To your confusion, another carton of eggs and packet of bacon had appeared. The same was actually true of the milk carton as well, you had picked one already and just forgot about it: now there were two of them.* [if FoodDioramaEnding == 2; after 5 second] *You picked up some other stuff, placed them away, and then did it again and again and again, even with the refrigerator. At a certain point you realized that there wasn't any more space on the table, and with an awed expression the possibilities began to sink in.* [continue] [continue] [if FoodDioramaEnding == 3; after 1 second] *In the following 3 months you made the most of it, allowing yourself to take full advantage of the endless buffet your house and all restaurants with a delivery service in a 10 mile radius have turned into. From morning to sunset, every single day you're quite literally gorging yourself into exhaustion.* [if FoodDioramaEnding == 3; after 4 second] *You start each day by eating from the same plate of a full English breakfast Jake cooked you as a treat the day after that night. You send it down with an endless stream of chocolate milk, and follow that up with a cream cheese bagel that forgot how to become stale.* [continue] [continue] [if FoodDioramaEnding == 4; after 1 second] *The rest of the day is you grazing from whatever random assortment of containers you have at arm's length, occasionally being reminded by the clock on your phone that it's now lunch or dinner's time. Not that it matters when you never stop filling yourself up, but it's nice to share something lighter or healthier with your husband when he comes back from work.* [if FoodDioramaEnding == 4; after 4 second] *Like some pasta, for example.* [continue] [continue] [if FoodDioramaEnding >= 5; after 1 second] *Now that you find yourself at what you're pretty confident is the end date of your deal, you can't help but feel grateful. Not for the food, you've already expressed your gratitude for it enough times.* [if FoodDioramaEnding >= 5; after 4 second] *Instead, you're relieved that the deal altered [[Jake->Jake thoughts cutscene]]'s perception of things.* [continue] [continue]

calories: calories + 950 -- You reach for one of the paper bags bearing the familiar Bloater's logo. Inside are three perfectly wrapped burgers, a large container of fries, and several dipping sauces. Unwrapping the first burger, you admire how the bacon and cheese are positioned just right, the way the sauce hasn't soaked into the bun. The burger is juicy and decadent, the fries crisp and salty. You've memorized the exact flavors of each item by now - they never change, never disappoint. You can't help but think about how much money you've saved already. {link to: 'Living Room Free Food Diorama', label: 'Back'}

calories: calories + 780 -- A collection of plastic containers from various bakeries sits on the side table - cheesecake from Eileen's, chocolate mousse from that French place downtown, tiramisu from the Italian restaurant Jake ordered from a couple of days ago. You open the cheesecake container first. The slice inside is perfect - creamy, rich, with a buttery graham cracker crust. You take a bite and close your eyes, savoring the sweetness. Moving on to the tiramisu, you appreciate how the coffee flavor cuts through the richness of the mascarpone. By the time you finish sampling each dessert, you feel a pleasant sugar rush. Your sweet tooth has only grown stronger with the ability to satisfy it whenever you want. {link to: 'Living Room Free Food Diorama', label: 'Back'}

calories: calories + 450 -- The large ceramic bowl is filled to the brim with buttery popcorn. You've discovered that homemade items work just as well as takeout - this batch was made three weeks ago but remains perfectly warm and crisp. You grab a handful, the butter coating your fingers as you toss the popcorn into your mouth. The salt hits your taste buds perfectly, and you find yourself reaching for more before you've even finished chewing. By the time you've made a significant dent in the bowl, your fingers are slick with butter. You lick them clean, savoring every last bit of flavor. {link to: 'Living Room Free Food Diorama', label: 'Back'}

calories: calories + 1200 -- You flip open the top box to find a perfect pepperoni pizza inside, the cheese still somehow bubbling hot despite having been delivered days ago. The aroma of tomato sauce and spices fills the air immediately. Without a second thought, you grab a slice and bite into it. The perfect combination of crispy crust, tangy sauce, and gooey cheese fills your mouth. You've learned to appreciate the consistency of this magic - the food not only replenishes itself, but maintains the exact quality of the original order. No more disappointing reheated leftovers. With a satisfied sigh, you close the box. {link to: 'Living Room Free Food Diorama', label: 'Back'}

Toiletgaffe: 0 bareater: 0 prechocolate: false pregranola: false -- <style> .endingScreen { text-align: center; } .endingTitle { font-size: 36px; } .endingName { font-family: 'Dancing Script', cursive; font-size: 56px; } </style> <div class="endingScreen"> <h1 class="endingName">[[2 Years ago...->Uh?]]</h1> </div> [after 2 second] Your eyes open up, greeted by the warm, orange light coming from your window.

[after 6 second] At least you think that's what happened. He has remained unquestioning for the entire duration of time you've had this gift, acting as if nothing odd was going on, not even mentioning the writing on your gut. Even when he was seeing you eat from the same bucket of chicken wings for hours on end and with you questioning about it - always rationalizing it away. Except the first couple of days. There, he did look somewhat confused. [after 12 second] Well, it's made adding on a breezy 20 pounds a lot easier on your conscience. [after 14 second] [[You might have another pact to make.->Free food option end]]

The bookshelf hasn't been touched in months - you can see dust gathering on the spines of its books. Some have been permanently displaced to make room for bags of chips, cookies, and candy - organized by type, rather than by author or subject matter. Jake occasionally tries to restore some order, but any system always breaks down within days. {link to: 'Living Room Free Food Diorama', label: 'Back'}

Your once-firm couch has surrendered to your constant presence, with your preferred spot now permanently molded to your shape. The cushions have flattened, and the fabric is showing signs of wear from your 24/7 occupation. Jake suggested buying a new one last week, but you've grown attached to this one - it knows your curves perfectly. The remote control is currently wedged between two cushions, along with an assortment of crumbs and wrappers you couldn't be bothered to clean up. {link to: 'Living Room Free Food Diorama', label: 'Back'}

You glance toward the stairs but immediately dismiss the thought of climbing them, your hand instinctively moving to the top of your belly. Absolutely not, not in this state. The very idea makes you worried, dizzy, and tired all at once. {link to: 'Living Room Free Food Diorama', label: 'Back'}

You glance toward the bathroom door but don't feel any pressing need to visit it right now. Besides, you just went about an hour ago, and you'd rather not interrupt your current binge-eating session. The bowl of popcorn is still warm, isn’t it? {link to: 'Living Room Free Food Diorama', label: 'Back'}

The basement has become Jake's domain almost exclusively now. He retreated there with his weights and exercise equipment once the living room became your permanent feeding ground. Sometimes you hear him working out from below. It's quite the contrast to your own lifestyle, but he hasn't complained. If anything, he seems fascinated by your transformation, often watching you eat with… you don’t really know what to call that look. Interest? Curiosity? Excitement? You might be reading too much into it. {link to: 'Living Room Free Food Diorama', label: 'Back'}

The calendar on the wall hasn't been flipped to the correct month in quite some time. Why bother? Your days have blurred together into a continuous cycle of eating, napping, and occasionally watching TV. You can see that Jake has marked several dates - likely some appointments or events, you didn't really keep track. One date is circled in red with "3 months" written next to it. You glance down at your belly, where you know the tattoo is hidden beneath your stretched shirt. {link to: 'Living Room Free Food Diorama', label: 'Back'}