Festival! A WG CYOA

Warning: This is gonna be 18+! If you're not of age to be looking at this, don't be! Feel free to check out my Furaffinity for more: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/max1008/ If you like it, why not toss me some change on Ko-Fi? https://ko-fi.com/max1008 As always if you'd like to be warned about fetishes ahead of time, feel free to turn [[Spoiler Mode]] on! Would you like to get the full [[Intro]] going? Have you been through this before, Feel free to use the [[Quick Start]] { (set: $fat to 1) (set: $gifts to 0) }

(set: $spoiler to 1) Congrats, you've set spoiler mode on! You will have to return here every playthrough to turn it back on. (Also a sidenote, thanks to the way gaining weight goes, if you go into an event where you'd get heavier while you're too fat, you'll get an immobility ending. This won't warn you about that, but there aren't any kinks for it other then fat. This is your warning. Thanks!) Was that a mistake? [[Turn Spoiler Mode Off!|No Spoiler Warning]] Anyways, back to the [[Welcome screen!|Welcome!]]

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The user named simply "Ch3f" was certainly an interesting character in and among the gaining community. It started out just like the many others did, ordering pizzas for streamers, the occassional interesting donation before the boxes started. Each streamer that got one recieved it like a test, weight gain additive, complete with whatever food seemed to be their favorite. The test? "Eat all of this on stream in two days". It took 3 boxes for someone to take Ch3f up on it, and they soon found a sponsorship going their way from a few of the companies, enough to take their gaining to the next level, signed by Ch3f themselves. They quickly became legendary for their generosity and their fetishes, and that's before the whole contest was announced. (text-style: "italic")[Good Afternoon! I am here on behalf of Ch3f to reveal a very special contest! He is looking forward to seeing you all gain weight to your utmost and impress him by finding a few gifts throughout the fairgrounds. To that end, we have rented out an entire fairgrounds, and are inviting everyone that wishes to join in! Just don't get too fat, he wants to at most waddle into the sunset with you!"] It was soon confirmed by a number of individuals and soon [[the game was on.|Contest Intro]] (set: $name to (prompt: "What's your name?", "Devon")) (if: $name is "TheCandyMan")[ [[I see you're a man of culture as well!|Former Winner Bonus]] ] (if: $name is "DragonDate")[ [[Congrats on finishing! Click here for your 'Prize'!|Cheat Mode]] ]

(set: $name to (prompt: "What's your name?", "Devon")) We're gonna drop you off right at [[The Crossroads]] (if: $name is "TheCandyMan")[ [[I see you're a man of culture as well!|Former Winner Bonus]] ] (if: $name is "DragonDate")[ [[Congrats on finishing! Click here for your 'Prize'!|Cheat Mode]] ]

The crossroads were a simple intersection allowing you to go into any of the main areas. [[The Adult Area]] was in back, large tents with all kinds of goodies planned. [[The General Area]] was in front, a lot of classic stuff there. [[The Contest Area]] featuring a large building and a waiting area. There was also a [[Map Of The Park]] if you were curious.

Congratulations! Your attempts have managed to bear fruit! As a thanks, feel free to set your own fat level before going in! [[I wanna be Skinny|FWB 1]] [[I wanna be Chubby|FWB 2]] [[I wanna be Fat|FWB 3]] [[I wanna be Obese|FWB 4]] [[I wanna be Nearly Immobile|FWB 5]]

[[Don't know why you set it like this, Skinny's the default, but i'm down with it!|The Crossroads]] (set: $fat to 1)

[[Taking small steps! I'm alright with it! Just a little chubby is a cute start!|The Crossroads]] (set: $fat to 2)

[[Starting out fat! Nice middle of the road choice!|The Crossroads]] (set: $fat to 3)

[[Gettin fully obese! Alright alright!|The Crossroads]] (set: $fat to 4)

[[Oof! Nearly immobile from the get-go, eh? Better be careful, a lot of stuff might prematurely end you~|The Crossroads]] (set: $fat to 5)

You had managed a stroke of luck, you lived relatively close-by to the grounds in question and on the date, walked by, thinking at most there would be a dozen or so folks. Instead it seemed to be a whole festival atmosphere inside with all kinds of guys and girls of usually bigger sizes. The front gates only had an ID scanner, as it chirps out $name in a mechanical voice, before letting you go further into the place. There were two main things that stand in your way, a large [[Map Of The Park]] as well as [[The Crossroads]] that let you get everywhere.

The map seperated the park into 3 distinct areas, complete with a few interesting additions that were ovbiously taped on specifically for this event, complete with short descriptions of the area. (text-style: "italic")["The General area is more likely to have more common attractions and fun then the adult one, despite the fact that you can still get into some adult situations!"] (text-style: "italic")["The Adult area is just that, openly kinky and openly fun! Just try not to get too attached..."] (text-style: "italic")["The contest area is where you can go once you're satisfied with it all!"] A small note stickytaped to the map advertised a few things, most notably, A 'Fortune Telling' station by the contest area, the word 'HINTS' scribbled next to it hastily. Of course to get anywhere you had to go to [[The Crossroads]]

There was a rather massive area dedicated to the contest in question. There was a massive tent with a lot of small rooms, only one open to allow you entrance, if you were ready to try and win the contest. A small notice was outside, warning you that you couldn't leave the room once you came in. A point of no return. [[Are you ready to take your shot?|Contest Judging]] There were a large amount of food stalls all around, all of whom were operating for free, [[which smelled pretty good.|Food Trucks]] A small booth stood nearby, mostly deserted, but looking rather curious, a faded sign advertising its nature as a mechanical [[Fortune Telling Station]] If you weren't ready for that, you can go back to [[The Crossroads]] as well. [[You could look yourself over if you were worried about your weight as well as seeing how many gifts you have for the contest|Contest Inventory]]

The General area seemed to be interesting. While no-one underage was allowed in, the general area seemed to have normal-ish things. [[One tent was from a sweedish chocolate company advertising Sweedish Roulette|Sweedish Roulette]] [[A tent advertised itself rather prominently, making sure to put an emphasis on 'All-weight Jazzercise'|Jazzercise]] [[A large 'haunted house' that seemed to just be an odd throwback to a normal fairgrounds.|Haunted House]] There was also a sign advertising a rather odd occurance, [[an Hourly pie eating competition.|Pie Contest Intro]] There's always the road back to [[The Crossroads]] if you wanted to see the rest of the park. [[You could look yourself over if you were worried about your weight as well as seeing how many gifts you have for the contest|General Inventory]]

The 'Festival Area' was certainly living up to its name, all kinds of tents featuring everything an aspiring fatty could want to some new experiences. A small section of it seemed to be themed around technological advances, a sign proudly proclaiming it to be [[Adipose Automation Alleyway]] [[There was a belly dancing tent, the scent of incense already coming through.|Belly Dancing Tent]] [['BDSM For Fatties' was a rather risque tent, one of the only ones that had a door rather then being truly open to the public.|BDSM Tent]] There was a full building there that seemed a little more permanent then the rest, the sign confidently advertising it as the [[Dilf Saloon]] There's always the road back to [[The Crossroads]] if you wanted to see the rest of the park. [[You could look yourself over if you were worried about your weight as well as seeing how many gifts you have for the contest|Adult Inventory]]

The duo in charge seemed to urge you to come in. Despite having truly massive guts, the rest of their body were sleek and rather muscled, a perfect body to further emphasize the jiggle of their middle. They were naturally tan, wearing outfits that were perfectly fit to their disproportionate bodies. The only difference in them were colors of their outfits, one bearing rubies, the other with sapphires. (if: $fat is < 5)[One moved over and set one over your gut, firmly snuggling it onto your body. (text-style: "italic")[“Now, We’ll just show you some basic moves.”] As they put on a bit of incense. The smell filled your head and the strange music filled your mind, as they showed you a few moves. The constant closeness mixed with the pleasant atmosphere had you managing to jiggle rather nicely , even if you weren’t fit enough to do some of the more outlandish moves. You hadn’t noticed that the outfit, that ‘belly skirt’ they had put on you with all of the chiming bells was straightening up on you before the final move, a large thrust that seemed to get your gut jiggling even out of your shirt a bit as it flew off. The applause you got made you realize you were being watched, and the embarrassment came in full force, despite how fun it had been. One of the two even pats that belly of yours, making sure it was brushing up against his as he remarks “You have some good moves.... come back and see us if you want~” [[He smiles and nudges you back out into The Festival Area|The Adult Area]] (set: $fat to it + 1) ] (elseif: $fat is 5)[ He smiles as he sees you coming around, “I am sorry there, but really, you’re too big for any of our normal lessons. Too much jiggle. We could help you with that, but it tends to be a little... much for some.” [[You want to go through with it anyways, despite the warning!|Belly Dancing End]] [[You take the warning for what it is, and bow back out|The Adult Area]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Twinning to a belly dancer and enjoying it. WG, body shift, Twinning, Vague mentalism/Tantric-ness.] ]

The sign was interesting enough to pull you in, as you could see a surprisingly small table in the middle. A large swedish otter was standing behind it, holding a sealed tray of 6 chocolates. Upon seeing you coming in, he unseals them, setting them down on the table. “Would you like to hear the rules?” [["Yes, I want to hear the rules"|The Rules]] [[Ignore him, Free Chocolate! Score!|Ignoring Rules]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: The chocolates are random, scarfing them all is a bad end. Insta-bloat, someone taking care of your huge body, swedish nationality (vaguely)](if: $cheat is 1)[CHEAT: It's random no matter what, also apologies to the swedes.]

At your encouraged nod, the two dancers smile, and set you back into their small ‘changing room’ area. After dismissing the rest of their ‘learners’, they come back, and help you strip out of your clothes, oil up, and put on an outfit that looks just like theirs. Green emeralds shone out delightfully against your gut even as their fingers massaged into your belly, squishing it gently as it grew. The oil was warm against your skin, making you look pleasantly tanned, and they had certainly gotten it all over. The incense was even more concentrated there, so it was all mostly for pleasure. The two smiled as they finally moved you out into the dancing area. “Just let us take the lead.” What followed was easily the most intense pleasure that you had gone through. You were copying moves, moving in sync with them, and getting more and more intimate. Your initial clumsiness was going away as your body shifted, the moves getting easier as your limbs all seemed to let the bulky fat flow into your gut, further emphasizing the belly. Unlike before where it seemed to tighten and snap off, this time the outfit managed to fit just right, and the performance even more so. The sense of being in a trio, of the dancing, all of it seemed to be absolutely perfect, the dance’s ending leaving you more content then you ever had been. Belatedly you noticed the massive crowd you had amassed, but even that seemed to feel rather good. A brief look gets shared between you and your compatriot dancers and then you’re moving into the crowd, letting others rub your gut, as you advertise, “Now wasn’t that just amazing? Why don’t we get you in, give you a little freebie lesson. It’s Life-changing~” (if: $cheat)[ [[It was all a dream]]

That was fun, wasn't it? Ah well. That seems to have been a dream thanks to your cheaty powers. Of course you were ready to go for real, even if you started skinny... [[Go back to The Crossroads|The Crossroads]] (set: $fat to 1)

“This part is very simple! One of these is our ultra-calorie packed bon-bon with a swedish twist, enough calories to break some weight records, guaranteed to make you 100% more swedish! The others are simple high-quality chocolates! If you agree, then you can choose one, and if you win, you get this chocolate assortment, perfect for the contest later on today! Of course each customer can only win once. So, can I tempt you?” [["Nah, i'm not interested." leaving the otter to his fun.|The General Area]] (if: $chocolate is 0)[ [["Yeah, Let's do it!"|Sweedish Roulette Chocolates]] ] (if: $chocolate is 1)[ [["Even if I can't win more chocolate, I still wanna do it!"|Sweedish Roulette Chocolates Done]] ]

It was very easy to just grab the tray out of his hand, and even easier to gulp down the six chocolates on it. The otter giggles, and steps back as your stomach loudly rumbles... “I did not think it would be this easy to find a willing participant. [[Might want to brace yourself...”|Sweedish End]]

He smiles as you eat the chocolate, the burst of flavor richer then any chocolate you had eaten before. The otter seems very pleased and claps his hands, "Such bravery!" as he hands you the large chocolate assortment. It was easy to put it in your bag, to present at the contest. He smiles, "We can only give out one a day, but you can play more roulette if you'd like! Feel free to come back!" He waves goodbye as [[you leave the tent and head back into the general area|The General Area]] (set: $gifts to it + 1) (set: $chocolate to 1) (if: $fat <4)[(set: $fat to it + 1)]

Picking up the chocolate, you pop it into your mouth, the burst of flavor managing to be richer and better then any chocolate you had eaten before. It was only when your stomach loudly rumbled, the otter standing back. “Oh no. [[I don’t think you won this one...”|Sweedish End]]

Before you could even take a step or ask what was about to happen, a massive belch forced its way out of your throat, tasting like the chocolate you had just eaten. The swelling started instantly, your entire body starting to puff up with fat. Your arms started to swell like sausage in casings, the bloat going all the way down to make even your hands and fingers feel a little squishy. You could feel the sheer size of your legs completely wreck your pants, underwear barely hanging on as you collapse onto your growing ass. You could feel your butt actually forcing you upwards, the sheer amount of fat just pushing your body to its limits and beyond. Your gut was big enough and had grown fast enough that you could feel the table the chocolates had been on smashed underneath it, heavy enough that it was nothing but flat chunks underneath the wide round expanse. Even your face hadn’t come through unscathed, your cheeks bloating outwards with a multitude of chins cascading down your front. Overall you looked almost like a comedic prop meant to ridicule the fat, but the otter seemed pleased as he jumps onto your gut, his weight so comparatively light that it took a minute to feel him crawling up your gut before he popped his face between your pumpkin sized moobs. “Do not worry! This tent was technically part of the sweedish consulate! We’ve got a ship waiting to take you back to Sweden, to get you properly installed and fed!” The groaning belch you were able to say out against it sounded just like his voice anyways. It was a worrying sign, but at least it promised more cheese and chocolates... (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[It was all a dream]] ]

(if: $fat < 4)[The BDSM tent was surprisingly normal inside. The two guys working inside looked very confident in their bodies, even if they were still skinny. Seeing you they let you relax, and watch some other ‘participants’ get tied up, giving a few examples of knots here and positions there. The toys were mostly ropes, but there were also some special bits of gear here and there for obviously fatter folks. There was a spot open, and they seemed perfectly fine to let you go into it on your own time. [[That doesn't really appeal, i'm gonna go.|The Adult Area]] [[Curiously, You head into the tent|BDSM Tent Skinny]] ] (if: $fat > 3)[Stepping into the tent you could see they were noticing you. Both seemed somewhat nervous to see someone that big, and you noticed they were both holding onto a rope. “Careful.... we don’t usually get the really big folks. You uhh... Might want to leave before things happen.” Which was ominous enough. [[Take their advice and leave.|The Adult Area]] [[Confused, you stumble forward, intent on asking what's going on|BDSM Tent End]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: The rope is magical and ties you up, fattening you to Macro levels. Fattening, Macro, Growth, Bondage, Feeding.] ]

{ (if: $fat is 1)[You are rather skinny, looking just like you did before you came into the park. You probably aren’t gonna win the contest like this! Go out and have some fun! ] (elseif: $fat is 2)[You’re finally a little chubby. Your stomach’s got a bit of jiggle to it and your limbs have a little bite of squish. You still probably aren’t into the XL’s yet, but that just means there’s room for improvement! ] (elseif: $fat is 3)[You’re Fat, no two ways about it. Your stomach’s got a bit of heft to it, thighs a little bit of squish. While you’re gonna have to buy some bigger clothing, it could still be found at most stores. ] (elseif: $fat is 4)[You’re Obese. Too fat to just say fat, your body is jiggling whenever you move now, and some of the times you don’t. You’ve got moobs, you’ve got an ass, you’re definitely going to be on the bigger side of most things now. Not that it doesn’t mean you don’t still have a little room to grow. ] (elseif: $fat is 5)[You’re just a hint below immobility.. Everything on your body sags, and there’s no way you can even fit into clothes that aren’t specially ordered for folks like you. Be very careful, while you have a decent shot at winning the contest, you’ve got just as much of a shot to get too big to waddle there in time. ] } You have $gifts Gifts for the contest. Now, back to [[where you were before|The Adult Area]]

These tents were far closer to shacks then open tents, all of which had a cool futuristic flair to them. Some were more fancy then others, but a few tents caught your eye in particular. A "Fat Transfer" booth seemed to stick out, a [[very fancy very robotic looking booth that seemed entirely animated.|Fat Transference]] A somewhat simple one with just a simple banner sign, hand-made advertising [["Fatties Of The Future!" It was a lot less professional but it could be fun!|Stress Ball]] Of course you could always go back [[to the adult area.|The Adult Area]]

The booth was as throwback-y to the 80’s as you could get. The neon colors and obnoxious decorations, the spandex and music, all of it seemed to point towards it being included mostly for iconography. In front was a rather large woman, built a bit like an Amazon was. She was leading the class, and upon noticing you looking in, urged you forward, “Come on in! Loaner outfits to the right, join in for a song or two! Jazz it up!” Of course any exercise might make you a little skinnier, but that might be just what the doctor ordered so to speak. [[Sure! Sounds like fun!|Jazzercise Exercise]] [[Lose some fat? No way! I'm out of here!|The General Area]]

Stepping into the changing room was a little awkward, but it was more advanced than you had assumed. A bit of scanning and it had a costume for you that, while it wasn’t exactly flattering, didn’t fit too poorly. Stepping onto the dance floor, you could see a number of folks in all sorts of weight shaking and dancing around, lots of jiggling, but the ‘leader’ was doing her best to make sure everyone was having fun. She was showing off moves, inviting you to try and replicate them, and even when you had been less heavy it would have been a nightmare to follow. After the song finished, you were among most of the class sitting on the sidelines to try and catch their breath. She came over with some encouragement and a glass of Tang, and you were ushered back into the changing room. A quick bit of robotic help, and your sweaty jazzercise outfit was sent out to be washed, leaving you feeling much lighter after all that effort as [[you go back outside|The General Area]] (if: $fat >1)[(set: $fat to it - 1)]

Stepping inside was easy enough, there was a large chamber in front of you, easily large enough to fit you inside despite your size. Once inside you could see two buttons, “Full transference” and “Half transference”. A small sticky-note explained “Full Transference leaves you fully skinny, Half transference leaves you still fat, but not huge.” before leaving it up to you what you want to do with it. [[You Press Half Transference.|Half Transference]] [[You Press Full Transference.|Full Transference]] [[You want to keep your fat, and walk out in a huff.|Adipose Automation Alleyway]]

The tent itself seemed more like an afterthought, a hand-made sign advertising “Fatties of the Future”. A surprisingly skinny fox was there, along with a large machine, a metal chair surrounded by a few ray gun looking devices. Upon seeing you glance in he smiles, his voice cracking a little as he asks “Hello new customer! Would you like to see what i have to offer?” [["No thanks!" as you walk away|Adipose Automation Alleyway]] [["Sure thing little guy!"|Stress Ball 2]]

Pressing the button for half transference, the machine started to vibrate. It was almost worrying, but the humming that filled your mind took your thoughts away from it. Before you could realize what was happening the machine was done, and the door was opening, [[letting you back out onto the grounds.|Adipose Automation Alleyway]] (set: $fat to 3)

Pressing the button for full transference, the machine started to vibrate. It was almost worrying, but the humming that filled your mind took your thoughts away from it. Before you could realize what was happening the machine was done, and the door was opening, [[letting you back out onto the grounds.|Adipose Automation Alleyway]] (set: $fat to 1)

He blushes a bit, “Well, Funny you say that. My invention posits that fatties would be so much easier to feed if they were just smaller! So this is gonna allow you to feel all that fatty goodness, and us to not go broke buying cakes to shovel down your gut. D-do you want to try it?” [["No thanks! Just not my thing."|Stress Ball Refusal]] [["I can eat my fill without going broke? Sign me up!"|Stress Ball 3]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Agreeing has him shrinking you down and someone else taking you home to become a nearly voleyball sized fatty with varying levels of consent/touching. Shrinking, Fattening, Sizeplay, Con to Noncon.](if: $cheat is 1)[Personally, I loved this one a lot, but there's nothing here prize-wise]

He stammers out an apology, “You don’t need to! Thanks for taking the time to hear about it though!” as he lets you walk back out into [[Adipose Automation Alleyway]].

He smiles and points towards the large looking throne, “Just sit there! I know it’s uncomfortable but it’s just a prototype.” It was certainly shaped oddly, a round divot in the seat of it, but the reason for it became quickly evident as the chair took effect. It was an immediate shrinking, your body bloating up in response as it thickens out. Your legs were quickly subsumed by your body, overly focused on your gut, that managed only to bloat, nearly and rather neatly rounding you out. The chair design finally made more sense, much more for how you were now then how you were full sized. His nerdy voice now boomed a little bit in excitement as he picked you up, You still filled both of his hands, moving and setting your fat ass down on a nearby table. “See? Now a phone is a movie theater, and a bag of chocolate chips is… Oh crap.” as he notices only crumbs there. “Don’t worry too much. They have loads of food around here! Just uhh… Sit there and i’ll go get something!” as he dashes out of the tent without so much as asking for your opinion. Of course then a rather small mouse would come in, poking his head around and noticing you, “Oh wow…” as he picks you up, your fat spilling over the sides of his hands. [["Hey! Careful!"|Stress Ball 4]]

He looks a little taken aback that you talked. “Oh shit… You’re real! Wait, his invention actually worked? I… nnf…” as his hands start to rub and massage all over your fattened form, the squishes and squeezing managing to feel surprisingly pleasurable for both of you. [["Look, just put me down and i'm sure he won't mind."|Stress Ball A]] [["That feels really good..."|Stress Ball B]]

He perks up a bit, “I live next door to him, he’s the one that dragged me here… Actually, I could just take you, he can turn you back once we get home…” he says, as he starts to rearrange his bag to be able to fit you in there [["Just make sure you feed me good, okay?"|Stress Ball A1]] [["No no no, you aren't gonna do this!"|Stress Ball A2]]

Her perks up a bit, “It feels good for me too… I really could feed you up, get you even heavier once we get you back up to size. I live next door to this guy, we could just…” as he starts seriously considering it… [["Just make sure you feed me good until then, okay?"|Stress Ball B1]] [["As long as you keep massaging me, I'm game."|Stress Ball B2]]

He nods, “O-of course!” pleased at what you said, as he sets you in his bag carefully picking you up and hurrying out of the bag, taking you home, leaving a note before he did. --- True to his word, the mouse had you back home and set up in one of his desk drawers, set up like your own luxury apartment. An old DS was set up for your TV, and he kept a plentiful supply of snacks on hand. There was nothing like the feeling of getting full off of technically very few calories and feeling your body get fatter and fatter because of it. You had even gotten permission from the fox, communicating via text, to stay as small as you wanted for as long as you wanted. Considering the swanky digs, you figured you’d think on it for… the next month or so, letting your feeder watch you like a pet for his own pleasure, totally engulfed in the fatty lifestyle. (if: $cheat)[ [[It was all a dream]]]

He gets just a little bit of a smirk on his face, “Well, I guess i’ll just have to prove that it was a good decision then! Don’t worry, enough food and i know you’ll change your mind.” as he shuffles you into his bag, taking you home, leaving a note before he did. ------ The travel home took its toll, you were passed out during your ‘installation’ into a desk drawer. He had set up a DS, and you quickly were able to communicate with the fox that had done this to you. Unfortunately for you, he had managed to sell the prototype at the fair, so changing you back would take a month or two. You had been upset and spiteful, demanding more and more snacks from your captor because of it, and now your waistline had paid the price, bloating up to nearly fill up the drawer. And worse he seemed just so excited with it all, the stockholm syndrome was kicking in… or maybe it was just the fact that he bought you a box of twinkies a day. Welcome to your life until you change back… (if: $cheat)[ [[It was all a dream]]]

He blushes a deep red, but nods, moving and getting you settled in his bag with a little kiss to your belly before hurrying out and taking you home, leaving a note before he did. --- He had taken you home safely, and even set up one of his desk drawers for your ‘room’, but it was mostly just where you slept. You had ‘demanded’ that he hand-feed you everything, and then got him used to the idea of you doing it on his belly so you could feel how close the two of you were and he could feel every bit of what his food was doing to you. It was certainly a weird relationship the two of you were cultivating but you were all for it, even going so far as to delete an email off of his phone from that fox that had shrunk you reminding your ‘captor’ that the machine was up and running. Eventually you’d be full size, but eventually wasn’t today. After all, you still had some snacks for him to feed you… (if: $cheat)[ [[It was all a dream]]]

One of the two smiles as they approach. Before you could even ask any questions, he started. “Before you ask, no, this is nothing like that stupid 42 shades of grey movie.” Proceeding to gently but firmly tie you up. He was teasing your body even through your clothes, the ropes seeming warm as they held you to one position after the other. There was something special about them it seemed, just for this event as you feel the warmth spread into the rest of your body. He kept on talking about how good the lack of control could feel, that even minor teasing could bend someone to your touch. It was a half hour ‘class’ of it and by the end, you had noticed two things. You were aching for release, and your stomach had grown. Your whole body had fattened thanks to whatever was in the ropes, and worryingly, they didn’t seem the type to let you cum, even if it was just on yourself. It was a relatively quick unwrapping, as they smiled, letting you back up. “Some advice, go take a bit of a walk, might help with the erection.” You of course did so, worrying that [[you might have liked it more then you want to admit...|The Adult Area]] (set: $fat to it + 1)

Before you could, the rope gets away from them and wraps itself around you, a sudden heat engulfing your body as the two pale, “Oh crap. Everyone out!” Before you could ask, the rope had you trussed up like a pig, , a tiny giggling in your mind, “Finally! No more stupid demonstrations, they’ve finally given me a proper toy to play with.” Before you could even ask what was going on, your body started to bloat. It wasn’t the all-over bloat of pure weight gain, rather it seemed to be in specific parts of your body, ones that would accentuate the rope currently binding you as it swaps your position every so often. Then your ass touched the side of the tent, and the rope There seemed to join in with your rope, and soon the growth was accelerating, the tent feeling closer to a poncho, one that was slowly running out of room... --- “So you’re telling me you used cursed rope in all of this and that it was just waiting for its perfect fatty to show off?” The director of the park asked as he craned his neck up at the multi-ton blob that was currently taking over a large amount of space in his Festival-grounds. “We actually found it in an Egyptian burial grou-“ the exhibitors explained, only to get interrupted “I don’t really care that much. I guess it’s good press...” You had swollen up beyond any mobility, and worryingly, it felt like a near constant massage, even if there wasn’t too much growth anymore. You were huge, a blob in every respective way. the rope constantly coiling around your body, like a wierd and worryingly warm massage. The rope seemed to take care of you by grabbing food left as ‘an offering’ up to your mouth, feeding you, and pleasing you in regular intervals. “I suppose we can keep him as an attraction... $name the wonder blob perhaps?” sounding out a name. After all, you most certainly would never be getting any Smaller... (if: $cheat)[ [[It was all a dream]]]

Waiting in the small room was interesting. They had a chair, simple but sturdy as well as a TV, put up on the wall so you wouldn't get bored, one that eventually zapped itself into a video of a rather annoyed looking raccoon. He sighed, "Look, I'm Ch3f's best friend and I only want the best for him. So what's gonna happen is this. I'm gonna have a look at you, you're gonna show me your gifts, and if you're good enough for 'im, then you'll have a shot. If not, then you won't." he shrugs before the real him came in, "My video explained everything, right? Now [[Show me what you got.”|Contest Results]] (set: $total to $fat + $gifts)

Standing outside the haunted house, it certainly looked rather normal and natural. There was an entryway in front, and an exit out back, but nobody was out front trying to stop people, and it seemed rather freeform in how you got through it. Certainly interesting, but was it enough to go explore? [[Heck yes! Let's get in there!|Haunted House 1]] [[Too spooky for me!|The General Area]]

It looked just like you’d expect an old school pie eating contest to look. Instead of anything high tech, it was a series of tables, and a series of perfectly identical pies, dozens of them by each spot. There was even an open spot among the varying fatties that seemed confident in themselves. [[Nah, that looks pretty intense, you're not up for that|The General Area]] [[You totally want to go for it!|Pie Contest 1]] (if: $cheat is 1)[CHEAT: You should be Obese exactly before coming here. Fat doesn't bad end you, everything else besides those two does.]

Going inside, the house seemed certainly odd. It wasn't the usual corridor of rooms like most 'haunted house' style attractions tended to be. Instead it seemed to give you two choices towards the end. One was upstairs, going through a few bedrooms before going outside, while the other was going through the dining room first. [[Bedroom path please!|Haunted Bedrooms]] [[Dining room? Yummy!|Haunted House 2]] (if: $cheat is 1)[CHEAT: Bedroom holds a gift, Dining Room holds some fattening]

The Bedrooms seemed to be fairly subtle in their horror. It wasn't quite as effective as you'd think so except for one rather spooky instance. You got into the master bedroom just out of curiosity, and it was ovbious it belonged to someone rather massively obese, the bed having a massive divot in it, massive clothes, all of it. { (if: $necklace is 0) [There was a rather large necklace gleaming on the bedside table, that looked perfect for a gift for the contest! You snatch it up, and put it with the rest of your gifts. As soon as you did so a large belch echoed out from nowhere, and a worryingly deep yell (text-style: "bold")["GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"] [[setting you to running out|Haunted Escape]] ] (if: $necklace is 1)[As you looked around you heard the voice echo out again, (text-style: "bold")["If i've told you once i've told you a thousand times! GET OUT!"] getting you to run out yet again back to [[The General Area]] ] }

The Dining room was rather nice, and worryingly well made. There was food on the table that was a good touch, and a chair was pulled out for you. Of course you could also just make a run for the exit if the food spooked you. [[Sit in the chair!|Haunted House 3]] [[Nope, no way, I'm out, going back the way I came.|The General Area]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Ghost hands feeding you up either to immobility if near immobile, or just feeding you otherwise. Ghost-hands, Feeding, Massage, Mild teasing content.]

Running out was rather tricky but after dodging a few stray odd sheets and a few wierd hallways, you found yourself sprawled outside of the exit, necklace still in hand. It would make a good gift, as you dust yourself off, trying not to run back towards [[The General Area]] (set: $necklace to 1) (set: $gifts to it + 1)

The only chair left standing was Very nice, looking much more like a throne than anything else, and equally luxurious when you sat in it, like sitting on a cloud. Reaching out you were very pleasantly surprised to feel that the food there on the table was still warm. A lot of that stuff was out of reach but the small bites that you managed to sneak were delicious. Of course when you sat back, wondering if you should get out, two things happened at once. A set of four warm vibrating hands pushed against your stomach in a massage, and two of the more decadent looking plates floated up on their own accord, floating their way up towards you, the vaguest hints of spectral gloves there holding them. “Awesome special effect-“ was all you managed to get out before more. Joined the party, ripping off massive hunks of food to stuff them into your mouth. (if: $fat <5)[It was only the set of hands on your gut that enabled you to eat as much as you did. It was interesting for the first few bites, followed by the sheer worry that the hands weren’t stopping. It was only the constant stomach massage that enabled you to eat as much as the hands were stuffing, and they seemed gently insistent, pushing back against you as you kept on [[trying to stand up.|Haunted House 4]] ] (elseif: $fat is 5)[It was only the set of hands on your gut that enabled you to eat as much as you did. It was interesting for the first few bites, followed by the sheer worry that the hands weren’t stopping. It was only the constant stomach massage that enabled you to eat as much as the hands were stuffing, and they seemed gently insistent, pushing back against you as you kept on [[trying to stand up.|Haunted House End]] ]

Eventually however, the spell was a bit broken, the hands feeding you pausing a bit too long to let the massagers try and let you digest, as you force yourself upright. The act of standing bumped the table a little bit, and it seemed to make the hands vanish, plates falling back onto the table, making a mess as they lost the flight they had been moving with. You stumbled to the door, hoping that it wasn’t just a fluke but a final look back revealed a fairly shocking scene. The table had been put back into perfect order, just like it had been before. It was as if someone had just remade it, even pulling the chair out a bit to invite someone else to sit in it. You make your way out of the room, idly missing the massaging hands on your now [[bigger gut as you go...|The General Area]] (set: $fat to it + 1)

Unfortunately for you, before you could stand up to try and get away the chair started letting out worrying whines. It was enough to give you a moment of realization before the chair broke, slamming you ass first to the floor on the wreckage. Your fat seemed to have just become way too much for it as you sat in a dazed stupor, even the hands feeding you took a moment. Then all as one they stopped, setting the plates and bowls back down on the table, all of them working and moving the table very gently and carefully away from you before seemingly multiplying. They nearly quadrupled before starting to go after you with a vengeance, the food appearing and getting snatched up nearly as quickly as it did so, immediately getting carted onto your gut or into your mouth. You felt the food coma encroaching on your vision, too fat to even fall backwards as you just got stiller and stiller. The hands finally and mercifully stopped feeding you, switching to just massaging as you fell further into sleep, an ominous laugh coming out of nowhere. “Sleep well. The second course will be ready when you wake up...” (if: $cheat)[ [[It was all a dream]]]

It was rather interesting to walk into the saloon, it was quite obviously there from before, but instead had been taken over from its original family friendly goofy cowboy theme to something much more adult. The stools and tables were full of rather large males, all kinds of guys there, many with some rather muscle-gutted or purely thick bodies. Many were a little tipsy, a few full out drunk, and you could see a few benches had some skinnier guys squished in between the bigger ones, looking like they were having a good time. (if: $fat <4)[ A stool was open by the bar, the bartender grinning as. He sees you, “YOu know, everything’s on the house today, how about I interest you in a beer?” [["I would love a beer!"|Dilf Saloon Skinny 1]] [["Nah, I'm good, i was just poking my head in." before leaving.|The Adult Area]] ] (elseif: $fat >3)[Sidling up to the bar, your stomach gently rubbed both of the guys next to you, and the bar in front of you. The bartender seemed rather interested in you, “Haven’t seen you around yet. Want a regular beer or would you rather have my personal blend? Guaranteed to put some hair on your chest.” [["Nah, regular booze to start with."|Dilf Saloon Fat 1]] [["Sounds strong. I'm in!"|Dilf Saloon Fat End]] [["I'm just checking the place out, sorry." before leaving.|The Adult Area]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: The Homebrew either here or later leads to Dilf-ification, and drunk horny gayness. Fattening, potential implied Straight-To-Gay, Dubcon, Dilfs, Dry humping and grinding.] ]

He smiles and the two larger guys beside you chuckle when the mug comes up next to you. It was easily massive, it’d be comically oversized if the two next to you weren’t drinking off of similarly huge ones. A bit of leering and teasing glances soon had you holding it in both hands, tipping it down to try and chug the thing. THis at least seemed to intrigue them, as you managed to get all of it down. The results on your body were fairly obvious, that many calories and that much booze would make anyone bloated, and you were no exception, as it manages to make you that much heftier. One of the guys pats your stomach, forcing a sudden belch out, making a fair amount of them laugh, even the bartender giving out a chuckle. “You know kid, probably shouldn’t have too much more at your weight. Wouldn’t want to get black out drunk after all. Come back after you’re heavier, or after you’ve walked all this off.” It was a rather gentle leaving, and it was only his words doing the kicking out... [[You decide that he knows what he's talking about and leave of your own accord, taking a walk to get some of the alcohol out|The Crossroads]] [[Dude doesn't know what he's talking about, you just have to sneak your way into getting more booze...|Dilf Saloon Sneaking Attempt]] (set: $weight to it + 1)

He chuckles “Fine, fine.” As he passes you over the rather large tankard full of booze. It wasn’t premium, but it was cold and good. the other guys chuckled, as the bartender offers you another. “Figure might take a few to get you drunk big guy.” [["I'll totally get drunk! Hell yeah."|Dilf Saloon Fat 2]] (if: $badge is 0)[ [["I don't want to get drunk before the contest actually..."|Dilf Saloon Fat Exit]] ] (if: $badge is 1)[ [["Nah, still don't wanna get drunk, sorry!|Dilf Saloon Fat Exit 2]] ] (if: $spoiler is 1)[Getting drunk leads to the same thing the homebrew did.] (if: $cheat is 1)[Refusal nets you a gift. Drinking nets you a bad end~]

He smiles as he mixes over a few beers, and a few small mix-ins. The taste managed to be nutty and sweet, good enough to get you chugging, finishing the whole mug before the alcohol hit you, “There ya go! Real good, isn’t it?” The other guys encouraging you, “C’mon, [[another mug for th’ newbie!”|Dilf Saloon Fat end 2]]

Getting another round was very easy, and soon the rest of the bar seemed just as enthusiastic as you as you sunk fairly easily into drunkenness. It took you only 3 normal beers to let one of them then convince you into[[ trying the House Brew.|Dilf Saloon Fat End]]

He smiles, “Yeah, suppose you do. Better get out of here then. Oh! Before you do.” He reaches down below the bar and hands you a rather nice pin, denoting you as a ‘Sheriff's deputy’ that also doubles as a bottle opener. “Gift for that Ch3f guy. Good luck!” as he waves you off, letting you [[get back outside.|The Adult Area]] (set: $gifts to it + 1) (set: $badge to it + 1)

He nods, but lets you hang out while you finish your beer before you stumble outwards, more like a normal relaxing hangout before you head back out into [[The Adult Area]]

The ‘specialty’ booze was certainly doing something to you, but it seemed to be a mix of arousal and pleasure that kept you from worrying about it. The others were so nice to you, and the booze just kept on flowing... Your growth was curious, it was only after you accidentally bumped into the guy next to you that you realized you were as tall as them. Another sip and you saw the hair on your arms, your pecs and gut now matching theirs, not that you could look past them to judge the rest of your body. Your shirt had ripped a mug ago, leaving you nearly topless, and nobody minded it, the bartender seemingly encouraging it. the two beside you had kept you into conversation, their hands straying to brush up and squeeze against your fattening body every so often, but eventually you needed to relieve yourself, swaying up was a bit of a hassle. The two helped pick you up, and soon got you to the bathroom and instead of going back to the bar, dragged you to a back room. They were just as drunk as you, which helped the kiss one of them planted on you come out of nowhere. The other seemed content to step back and watch, as you found yourself that much more enthusiastic about it. It was the alcohol, the sudden growth, the now rather large bulge in your newly ripped pants that spurred you on. Whatever excuse you wanted you found yourself clumsily rubbing up against him. It didn’t take too much for you to grind yourself to a climax against his gut, all the while he helped by rubbing and teasing against your ass. As you flopped back he kept you against him, “Such a good boy... You’ll fit in well with the group. “ sending your dreams to thoughts of big burly men, any thoughts of the contest forgotten, after all, you had already hit the jackpot... (if: $cheat)[ [[It was all a dream]]]

(if: $sneak is 0)[ You can try and sneak around the [[top of the bar|Dilf Saloon Successful Sneak]], or [[around the side.|Dilf Saloon Failed Sneak]] ] (if: Ssneak is 1)[ [["Try your luck with sneaking"|Dilf Saloon Failed Sneak]] (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[You make too much noise and fail!|Dilf Saloon Failed Sneak]] [[You're able to succeed!|Dilf Saloon Successful Sneak]] ]

Considering the guy’s size, it was fairly easy to sneak past him. All you had to do was duck down underneath the counter and grab the booze. Fortunately there were cans of ‘B-Beer’ in stock, and soon you found yourself guzzling the stuff on it front. It was even better than the draft beer, but you found yourself a little woozy, sitting down before you passed out. Fortunately, the dizzy spell passed soon enough, and you found yourself standing back up. Unfortunately, you had grown a fair bit from that single can,not to mention the amount of beer you had before. Still, [[it was a rather good time...|The Adult Area]] (set: $weight to it + 1) (set: $sneak to 1)

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t notice any cans, instead just looking at a few massive kegs. Of course it was free, so you figured there would be no problem.. Even more unfortunately, you didn’t have non-slip shoes on, which meant when you tried to move quickly, you ended up sliding down in a fall, knocking the bartender over along with a tray of drinks he had been delivering. A round of laughter echoed around the bar, the bartender surprised, and more than a little annoyed that he was now soaked in beer. It seems you could go one of two ways, you could admit you were trying to get some more booze, or lie your ass off. [["Look man, I just wanted some more booze...|Dilf Saloon Truth]] [["There was a quarter! I was just trying to get it out of your way...|Dilf Saloon Lie]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: Lying lends them to turning you into a bloated beer keg. Inflation, vague fattening, drunkenness, beer styled lactation(minor)](if: $cheat is 1)[Lying gets you a bad end, the truth will set you free]

As angry as he seemed for the beer spilled all over him, he begrudgingly nods, "Yeah yeah, but at least ya didn't give me a bullshit excuse." as he gets up, picking you up by the collar and literally tossing you out, "Now go take a walk and maybe when you get back, I'll let you have some more!" as you [[proceed to your short walk, thinking you at least got a little lucky with how it proceeded.|The Crossroads]]

His frown was evident and he scoffed, "Yeah right! You stupid... Should have just let me cut you off!" His anger turned into a smirk worryingly quickly, “Looks like someone wanted some more booze!” He says loud enough for the others to hear, “Better oblige him!” Before you could get up, the others had you on the bar top, four guys holding you down as the bartender drags one of the kegs up there, another grabbing a lasso off the wall, thanking whoever that it was a cowboy themed bar before using it to tie your mouth around a hose, the other end quickly being hooked up to the keg on the counter. The guys were strong enough to stop your squirming and it only took a moment of eye contact for him to [[turn the keg on full blast|Dilf Saloon Skinny End]]

It was a common joke, ‘I could drink a whole keg’, a few boasts or brags, but you were very sure that they weren’t thinking about anything like this. IT was a constant torrent, the hose was deep enough in you to bypass your taste-buds, but the alcohol hit you very quickly. You could feel rather than see your stomach, it was a quick swell, ripping your shirt clean in half, making it look like a twisted version of a cowboy vest. Worryingly, the keg didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon. The rest of your body soon joined your stomach in swelling, your moobs getting particularly huge, those at least you could see. It took a second before you realized you were being moved, set up at the end of the bar, leaning heavily against the wall. The sheer alcohol made everything fuzzy, but even vaguely you could feel that they were setting you up for something odd... It only took 15 minutes for them to get you started on the second keg, and by. That time not only were you well and truly immobile, but that much of the odd brew had inspired similarly odd changes inside of you. You felt like a keg yourself, and worse, the bartender seemed to be measuring your progress. They had gagged you immediately after the hose had been taken out, a quick motion that had left you worried, your body too drunk and too swollen to try and move. That’s when the bartender held a mug to your moob, a solid press against your breast and you felt the most blessed relief there as worryingly, your nipple seemed to gush out enough beer to fill up the mug. As he noticed the last of your attention, he patted your head, “Don’t worry. In half an hour, I’m sure we can get everyone in here a couple of rounds on you. Hope you enjoyed the free booze!” Led to a lot of mocking laughter as you passed into a boozy haze. Guess that contest is gonna be a no go for now~ (if: $cheat)[ [[It was all a dream]]]

There were easily ten food trucks there, all eagerly pawning their wares to the group of gaining enthusiasts, everyone from the skinniest mouse to the most massive elephants. The lines were moving quickly and you could always get on one to get some extra heft to your belly! [[Go for one of the food trucks|Food Trucks Eat]] [[Nah, I think i'm fat enough for the contest|The Contest Area]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: There isn't a warning if you're already near immobility, too fat and you just eat too much, stranding you into a bad end. Fat, Immobility, self-feeding.](if: $cheat is 1)[If you think this is just here as a simple way to fatten you up, you'd be correct! Good for you.]

(if: $fat is <5)[ Lining up you realized they went down the trucks like a buffet, letting you get all kinds of bizzare and great combinations. You were munching your way down before you really realized, walking out past the last one with a stuffed stomach and a really satisfied set of tastebuds, back to [[where you started|The Contest Area]] (set: $fat to it + 1) ] (elseif: $fat is 5)[Finishing the last of your meal you belatedly realized that you couldn’t exactly get up. It had been way too filling to try and consider that much effort, and some tiny portion of your mind rationalized it. You would just get up and go after a short little closed-eye session... You only got up the next morning, worryingly enough, there were a lot of folks already making breakfast for a variety of similarly large folks. You had juuuust enough digestion to let you get up when you felt something between your moobs. A small card was sitting there, on the front advertising a rather well-known pornographic feeder/feedee studio. On The back of it was a hand-written telephone number, “You looked sexy when you were chowing down. Call me!” At least that was a consolation prize... (if: $cheat)[ [[It was all a dream]]] ]

(if: $fat <3)[One of the organizers gives you a suspicious look, “You really think you can win this? THere’s no way you can without having more stomach capacity...” [["Shut up! It's not your job to tell me no today!|Pie Contest Skinny]] [["Yeah, you're probably right. I'll come back when i'm fatter|The General Area]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER: They get you with way too many blueberry pies, leaving you a sloshing blue fatty with an undeniable craving for berries. Mild Blueberryness, feeding, mental compulsion, permaberry-ish.] ] (elseif: $fat is 3)[You didn’t look too out of place among the others, but once you started, eating was the only speed that really mattered. You found yourself nearly matching them bite for bite on the first few pies, but soon they were outpacing you. By the time the last few pies were on their laps, you were stalling, but you still had a few cheers, a few calls of “Good effort”. Someone else won, but you still felt like you made a good showing of yourself. The coordinators felt so too, smiling as they got you into a massage chair, your new fat jiggling pretty heavily in it as it helps you digest and get ready for the rest of the day at the fair, [[your new pounds well-earned at least...|The General Area]] (set: $fat to it + 1) ] (elseif: $fat is 4 and $trophy is 0)[[[You decide to go through with the contest!|The Pie Contest Victory]]] (elseif: $fat is 4 and $trophy is 1)[One of the organizers shakes his head, "Nuh uh, You've already won my dude! Especially with that size, it'd be unfair to let you have another go!" as he escorted you back out to [[The General Area]] ] (elseif: $fat is 5)[The group of organizers seems hesitant to let you in on the fun. “You sure you can handle getting up after this big guy?” “Might not be too possible for you to get up after this if you go whole hog on these pies…” [["Oh shush, you're just being a worrywart. Lemmie compete!"|Pie Contest Fat]] [["Yeah, you're probably right. I'll come back when i'm skinnier."|The General Area]] (if: $spoiler is 1)[SPOILER:You eat too much to move. Basically self-feeding, propositioned work in feeder porn, adoring crowd and all that.] ]

They seem disgruntled and very unimpressed, but let you sit in there. There was even an MC spurring everyone on. He announced the start and soon everyone was eating! Some folks were cutting off massive hunks, others just lifting the tins up to their mouths and chowing away on it that way. You manage to get one and a half pies down before your stomach objects, and you sit back, totally full. Considering the time it took, and the fact that some of your competitors had gotten easily triple what you did in that amount of time, the organizers certainly weren’t pleased. One of them had a smile on and took you by the arm, “C’mon. Got you a consolation prize.” Leading you in your stuffed stupor out of the room. He led you backstage and then into what you were sure was employee only areas before he found what he was looking for. A large room was covered in pies, all kinds of them having all kinds of ‘defects’. Some weren’t outwardly any different, but others were a little burned or tried using other fruits or even just too big. He grabbed a strange looking mint on the table and forced it into your mouth, “Just swallow it, and it’ll be way easier for you.” Against your better thoughts, he was strong and you were lazy from being stuffed, [[swallowing it right down.|Pie Contest Skinny 2]]

They seem a little worried for you but let you sit down, taking up the entirety of your table, getting a fair amount of looks from the audience. You were the fattest one taking part, which meant coincidentally that you were the new favorite to win. The contest soon started and everyone started going for the pies. The taste was rather perfect for the blueberry pies, and you soon found yourself taking massive bites out of them, getting a whole pie down in two or three big chomps. You were soon outpacing everyone else there, then going even further. Your own pies were very quickly not enough for your hunger, going to the stack of pies the competitor next to you had and starting to chow down on his stack as well. A third stack, your other neighbor joined the first, and you were just eating until you finally ran out of pie near you. The fullness hit after the hunger did, the sudden realization that you had stuffed your stomach so heavily full that you couldn’t physically lift it soon after. You passed out, despite the trophy being placed in front of you and the cheers... You only got up the next morning, worryingly enough, there were a lot of folks already making breakfast for a variety of similarly large folks. You had juuuust enough digestion to let you get up when you felt something between your moobs. A small card was sitting there, on the front advertising a rather well-known pornographic studio. On The back of it was a hand-written telephone number, “You looked sexy when you were chowing down. Call me!” At least that was a consolation prize... (if: $cheat)[ [[It was all a dream]]]

Your stomach quickly started to feel emptier and emptier until soon you were starving. He promptly let you go, “For making fun of our contest, you’re going to stay here and take out all of these leftover pies. Don’t make a mess, or we’ll just make you eat it off of the floor.” Before leaving and slamming the door shut, firmly locking it behind him. Outrage quickly gave way to that growing hunger as you smelled the pies, the constant tease turning into you taking one of them up to your mouth and taking a nice big bite out of it. It was a momentary burst of pleasure as you ate, but once you swallowed, that pleasure was gone, replaced with just more hunger. Soon you were grabbing more and more, by the time the third pie was done even the tastes of them all were blending together and there was nothing left but the need to feed... —————— Turns out even in a food binge, eating that much pie took time, the intense fullness combined with the sheer fullness of your body meant that the employee coming to check on you found you snoozing, only waking up some time the next day. Eating so much blueberry pie however had left an impact on your body, and it was evident in every sloshing step you took. Only the fact that juice was lighter than fat kept you mobile, and worryingly, you were undeniably blue, from head to toe. Your walk was reduced to a slightly exaggerated waddle, stomach swaying with every step. Walking out of the rather wrecked festival grounds you certainly stood out among the still-immobile blobs of feeders that still littered the place. You had been given plenty of looks, even a few whistles on the way out, your popularity would be rising soon it seems. Getting out to the front gates, you felt an undeniable craving for more blueberry pie however. .. (if: $cheat)[ [[It was all a dream]]]

You were definitely on the fat end of the spectrum, among everyone competing, but once you started, it was surprisingly easy and rather fun! The pies tasted good, and your stomach seemed to help you out. The hunger kept up, going from being caused by an empty stomach to wanting to get a victory under your belt. Eventually you reached for a pie, only to realize there was nothing but empty pie tins, “D-done!” you managed to get out before letting out a belch. A large trophy came forward, soon being presented down to you amidst a wave of cheers before you were eventually set [[free to roam the place yet again|The General Area]] (set: $fat to it + 1) (set: $gifts to it + 1) (set: $trophy to it + 1)

{ (set: $DoneChoco to (a: "Sweedish Win Done", "Sweedish Win Done", "Sweedish Win Done","Sweedish Win Done","Sweedish Win Done","Sweedish Loss")) (set: $pDoneChoco to (shuffled: ...$DoneChoco)) (link: "Eat a random Chocolate")[(goto: 1st of $pDoneChoco)] }

He smiles as you eat the chocolate, the burst of flavor richer then any chocolate you had eaten before. The otter seems very pleased and claps his hands, "Such bravery! Of course you have already gotten your chocolate for the day but it was still very thrilling! Feel free to come back and try again!" he says, ushering you back outside into [[The General Area]] (if: $fat <4)[(set: $fat to it + 1)]

Congratulations! You've gone out with him before, and I see you want to do it again! Or maybe you just want to see more of the fairgrounds? Good news, you have your choice for what you want from a new game plus: [[On one hand, I can smuggle you in 3 gifts from the start, you can collect even more, have that much easier a time wooing him!|Extra Gifts]] [[On the other, I can make sure you'll never get a bad end again by turning on Cheat Mode!|Enable Cheat Mode]] Take your pick~

{ (if: $total is 1)["...Wow kid. I'm honestly impressed that you thought you had a chance. No fattening, no gifts, just plain' ol' You. Tell ya what, I won't bother writing down your name, so you can come back again if we do this with a fresh start." before ducking out, rather [[disappointed in you.|Rejection]] ] (if: $total <= 4 and >= 2)[Looking at you, he sighs. “Look, I can tell you’ve tried a bit, but really, you gotta go whole hog for him. Tell ya what, take that effort and energy, and try for someone else, I’m sure you can find love out there.” before ducking out, a light blow, but [[definitely a rejection.|Rejection]] ] (if: $total <= 6 and >= 5)[He looks a little impressed, taking a moment to glance you over. “See, now This is closer to what i’m talking about. You’re just a hair’s breath away from getting in. Sorry about that, but ya know, if there’s a next time, just do al little more and you might get in!” He left, an unfortunately close bid, [[but ultimately a rejection.|Rejection]] ] (if: $total <= 8 and >= 7)[Upon really glancing you over he stops before starting to smile. “Now this… This is what I was talking about!” he says as he looks you over, “A decent starting body, and you cared enough to get some gifts together like we told ya to try and do? Congrats kid, you get a date.” opening the door for you to [[head out with him to Ch3f.|Dating]] ] (if: $total is 9)[His eyes go wide, honestly shocked at what you have and at your body in general. “Damn, that’s… Wow. Looks like someone’s been taking what I said really seriously! Fuck yes. Congratulations, you’re in! [[Let’s get you started.”|Perfect Date]] ] (if: $total is 10)[He blinks at the stuff, “Ho-lee shit. I didn’t think you’d have found all of these. Pretty sure some of these aren’t even from the park! Either way, Total props to you, you took what I said seriously, [[let’s get you on a date!|Dating]] ] (if: $total is 11)[He blinks at the stuff, “Ho-lee shit. I didn’t think you’d have found all of these. Pretty sure some of these aren’t even from the park! Either way, Total props to you, you took what I said seriously, [[let’s get you on a date!|Dating]] ] (if: $total is 12)[Seeing your fat body, all the gifts arranged, he was entirely frozen, and totally speechless. “H-he’s gotta meet you.” he says after a bit, not even bothering to clean up the room or ask you before grabbing your hand and pulling you out, [[Towards Ch3f|Golden Path]] ] }

Being told you weren’t good enough to even meet up with Ch3f sucked. To be fair, the guy seemed to be very serious about their privacy, so maybe it was to make sure everyone didn’t suddenly be able to recognize them on sight. The only benefit seemed to be a small one, it had been a fun day out with some food and you saw a lot of other big guys! Consolation prize at least. (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[It was all a dream]] ]

So… Ch3f was a silver dragon, one of the most powerful, richest, honestly most prestigious dragons around, incredibly rare. He also seemed surprisingly shy, a decent enough reason to have hired someone to screen through his dates. It seemed you would get the first shot, the best out of the available choices. Before too long, you and him were dating, which was a pretty wild concept. Overall, it was a good relationship, with a possibility for something more! ((Author’s note: Congratulations! You’ve successfully dated the dragon! You should enter DragonDate as your name next go ‘round, it might unlock something fun.)) (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[It was all a dream]] ]

So… Ch3f was a silver dragon, one of the most powerful, richest, honestly most prestigious dragons around, incredibly rare. He also seemed surprisingly shy, a decent enough reason to have hired someone to screen through his dates. However, he seemed rather excited to see you, and upon being told that you had basically gone through the perfect run, immediately asked you out on a date. He had made sure you hadn’t even enough time to go home, instead taking you on a night filled with shopping, more food, all kinds of fun there before leaving you with his number after having paid for everything. A month later, you were entirely content with him, and he with you, potentially going further quickly but both of you were perfectly content with each other. (if: $cheat is 0)[((Author’s note: Whoa! You’ve gotten it exactly right, total fatness and all the gifts, I’m diggin’ it! Put DragonDate in as your name next time to unlock something fun, even if you’ve seen a lot of what this game has to offer!)) ] (if: $cheat is 1)[ ((Author’s Note: Congrats! You’ve done it again, managing to hit the right values of fat and gifts to nail the perfect date! You know about DragonDate, so all that’s left is for more fun!)) [[It was all a dream]] ]

Here’s where I could put how perfect your life would be with a cute dragon feeder, urging you to new heights even as he lavished you with gifts and love. Instead, I will be quietly amazed at the fact that you got through the even more perfect run then the perfect run before. All of the gifts, including the extra ones, in one amazing run. I tip my hat to you and offer this boon: Whoever gets to this spot can fill in the feedback with the keyword "Taako", and i’ll enter you into a random drawing, for anywhere from 3 to 6 of you to get a role in the next interactive, maybe even an ending if i’m feeling generous! So feel free to try your luck, and further congratulations to you! (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[It was all a dream]] ]

Gotcha! 3 gifts, comin' right down! I'll make sure you have them in there, [[Good luck wooing him!|The Crossroads]] (set: $gifts to it + 1)

Cheat mode, very nice! It'll let you keep your gifts when you bad end, and see just how big you need to be for certain things. [[Have fun!|The Crossroads]] (set: $cheat to it + 1)

You were standing in front of a rather old looking fortune telling machine, an obviously aged mechanical fox in traditional fortune telling garb, asking as only a puppet can "What can Mysterio Do for You?" in a nice and stiff manner. [[Ask for a hint!|Hint 1]] [[Ignore the puppet, and leave, going back to the contest area|The Contest Area]] (if: $cheat is 1)[ [[Hint 1]] [[Hint 2]] [[Hint 3]] [[Hint 4]] [[Hint 5]] ]

A scroll popped out, labeled 'Hint 1' with the following: (text-style: "italic")["Bartenders can't be fooled by lies"] Well, that was certainly the most specific one... [[Can i get another?|Hint 2]] [[Thanks, time to use it!|The Contest Area]]

A scroll popped out, labeled 'Hint 2' with the following: (text-style: "italic")["Sometimes bad things happen to the fattest, sometimes the skinniest"] An ominous note, but then again... [[Can i get another?|Hint 3]] [[Thanks, time to use it!|The Contest Area]]

A scroll popped out, labeled 'Hint 4' with the following: (text-style: "italic")["I've heard 7 is lucky in love!"] Odd considering the puppet doesn't have ears. Besides, is it talking about fat? Gifts?...both? You turned back towards the [[Fortune Telling Station]]

A scroll popped out, labeled 'Hint 3' with the following: (text-style: "italic")["4 is a magic number and weight for gifts."] 4...4... Fourth fattest perhaps? [[Can i get another?|Hint 4]] [[Thanks, time to use it!|The Contest Area]]

A scroll popped out, labeled 'Hint 5' with the following: (text-style: "italic")["Names can unlock special perks! Even one from a far-off factory..."] Whoa, Meta... The puppet laughs a little, "That's all the hints, good luck with the contest after all!" That's creepy, so maybe you should get away from all of That... [[Thanks, time to use it!|The Contest Area]]

(set: $total to 10) [[Contest Results]]