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This is the first little story I wrote to match 
Snozzy and 
RockyTheProcy Halloween Weight Gain Mystery Party!
Do come here to enjoy the full picture and story, AND to vote on who the next victum is! MAUAHAHHAH and have a Happy Halloween!
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One Little Party Guest Went Out To Dine…
Two figures slowly traveled down a darkened hallway. The only light guiding their way came from various flickering candles lining the walls and the flashes of lightning coming from the rain-slicked windows. Thunder gently rumbled through the halls as a worried Tails slowly followed the much larger guardian.
“Look, Mr. E Aster Bunny…” the two tailed fox sighed as he hovered behind the large pooka. “I know you’re probably as big and strong as you say, and probably have some special ability like gliding, or sticking to walls or…or whatever…but wouldn’t it be safer if we just, you know, found everyone else and formed a larger group?” Tails tried to reason with the large rabbit-like creature, who in turn held out an arm to stop the genius from proceeding any further.
“Wait, kid, I heard something behind that door. Damn, wish I had my boomerangs…” Bunnymund cursed his luck as he pointed to an inconspicuous door that was suddenly illuminated by another blast of lightning.
“Well, that could mean it’s a trap or something, we could always…” Tails tried to continue, but the pooka was already opening the door and entering the room.
“We could always just waltz right in there with no plan, no backup, and no way to escape…” Tails sighed as he entered the new room. The fox had to wonder what it was about heroes barreling into places without a plan. Was Sonic this bad? The two-tailed mobian had to sigh and nod to himself, also considering the fact that even though he knew these were always bad ideas, he always followed anyways.
Inside the doorway sat what seemed to be a minor dining area. Well, minor for a manor of this size. A table that was capable to host at least six diners sat in the middle of the room on a worn old carpet. A small chandelier overhead gave the room plenty of light, making it seem like the friendliest area of the mansion they had visited thus far. Upon the table laid a large bowl at each seat, filled with various confections and chocolates. From what Tails could gather, it was Halloween candy. In the middle of the table, a message was spelled out with candy corn. ‘Please, take your fill.’
“Hmm, don’t mind if I…” As Bunnymund was about to grab one of the pieces of candy, Tails’ eyes grew wide as he whipped around, between the pooka and the suspicious treats.
“Woah, woah, woah! Hey, before we eat anything, let’s think about this! These could be trapped, or even, you know, poisoned!” The two-tailed fox exclaimed as E. Aster raised an eyebrow.
“You really think they’d spike candy?” Bunnymund asked the fox, not quite believing anyone would be THAT evil.
“Well, that’s a possibility because it’s just so OBVIOUS! Then again, because it’s so cliché and obvious, perhaps the guys who made this game knew that we’d know, and instead there’d be a clue hidden in the buckets…” Tails mused, looking closer at the candy now, slightly salivating.
“Well then the candy should be…” Bunnymund tried to get a word in before he was quickly cut off again.
“BUT they might know that we know that they know it’s an obvious trap, so it is actually a trap!” Tails smiled, pleased at his logical deductive reasoning.
“Then we shouldn’t…” The pooka once more tried to get a phrase past the mobiann but once more, he couldn’t get in a word edgewise.
“But if they were smart about it, they know, that we know, that they know, that we know about the obviousness of the trick…and so, WE SHOULD…oh, you’re gone.” Turning around, excited at his own cleverness, he realized the pooka had left him. Sighing, the fox gently dropped from his hover to a seat and took a piece of candy from a bucket.
“Well, if anything’s wrong with this, I’ll know soon enough…” Closing his eyes tight, the fox hesitantly opened the piece of chocolate and took a bite.
“Eeughg…great…and if it is poison, they used GENERIC stuff too. What is this stuff…circus peanuts…Bleah.” The mobian gagged, not out of sickness but at the taste. And after a few moments of no noticeable effect, the genius fox began to slowly consume more of the confections.
Belching after finishing the first bucket of sweets, Tails felt no symptoms of any poison coming over him, but there was a letter at the bottom of the bucket, ‘T’. Looking at the other receptacles of sweets, the two-tailed fox shrugged and decided to get to work, knowing there were far worse fates he could be subjected to, as he didn’t realize the slight roundness that was coming over his form.
One by one, the mobian consumed each bowl of candy slowly, the top of the pile always filled with the most unappealing generic candy imaginable before getting into the good stuff near the bottom. And with each bucket consumed, more weight slowly piled on the unobservant genius as he was more consumed with figuring out this puzzle and enjoying his sweets. He was still a kid after all.
As the fox ate the last piece of candy, he let out a raucous belch and patted his now bulging gut. Smiling at his ingenuity, he decided to put the buckets together.
“G-o-t-c-h-a…Oh poo.” The chair he was sitting on slid backwards, dropping him down a long dark chute. Screaming, the now plump fox was dropped onto a padded floor. The Mobian shook his head and groaned, trying to get a view of his situation.
He seemed to now be in a grand ball room. Rows of tables were placed around the hardwood floor and most of the lighting seemed to be electric as opposed to the more medieval candles of the rest of the manor. A large banner hung from the high, vaulted ceiling and off the massive glass chandelier, proclaiming, “WELCOME LOSERS! ENJOY THE BUFFET, FAT-ASSES!”
Raising an eyebrow, Tails looked at the seating situated around the area. Each chair seemed to get larger and larger, added supports enforcing various seats for what could only be heavier and heavier weights. Looking down as it dawned on him, the now pudgy vulpine gave a little gasp as he shook his ample gut. Looking in a nearby mirror at his own reflection, a couple of realizations overtook him.
One, he wasn’t dead, which allowed him a sigh of relief. Two, he had overthought the situation. It was obviously a trap, end of story. They got him, but poking his belly and looking at the much larger seats, he realized he might have dodged the more powerful traps. Sure, he was now chubby…Ok, he was fat. His limbs were a bit thicker, chest wider and he had a slight double chin, but it could have been worse. Sonic would probably have him run a few laps…or a lot of laps, considering every time he tried to fly, the mobian’s twin tails couldn’t lift his chubby butt off the ground, but he could live with that. Besides, there seemed to be more candy and Sonic wasn’t here to tell him no.
As he walked over to grab a bowl for the ice cream buffet, Tails heard a door open.
“Oh, hey…it’s…I KNEW IT WAS YOU!”
He Grew A Gut And Then There Were Nine...
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Snozzy and 
RockyTheProcy Halloween Weight Gain Mystery Party!Do come here to enjoy the full picture and story, AND to vote on who the next victum is! MAUAHAHHAH and have a Happy Halloween!
- - - - -
One Little Party Guest Went Out To Dine…
Two figures slowly traveled down a darkened hallway. The only light guiding their way came from various flickering candles lining the walls and the flashes of lightning coming from the rain-slicked windows. Thunder gently rumbled through the halls as a worried Tails slowly followed the much larger guardian.
“Look, Mr. E Aster Bunny…” the two tailed fox sighed as he hovered behind the large pooka. “I know you’re probably as big and strong as you say, and probably have some special ability like gliding, or sticking to walls or…or whatever…but wouldn’t it be safer if we just, you know, found everyone else and formed a larger group?” Tails tried to reason with the large rabbit-like creature, who in turn held out an arm to stop the genius from proceeding any further.
“Wait, kid, I heard something behind that door. Damn, wish I had my boomerangs…” Bunnymund cursed his luck as he pointed to an inconspicuous door that was suddenly illuminated by another blast of lightning.
“Well, that could mean it’s a trap or something, we could always…” Tails tried to continue, but the pooka was already opening the door and entering the room.
“We could always just waltz right in there with no plan, no backup, and no way to escape…” Tails sighed as he entered the new room. The fox had to wonder what it was about heroes barreling into places without a plan. Was Sonic this bad? The two-tailed mobian had to sigh and nod to himself, also considering the fact that even though he knew these were always bad ideas, he always followed anyways.
Inside the doorway sat what seemed to be a minor dining area. Well, minor for a manor of this size. A table that was capable to host at least six diners sat in the middle of the room on a worn old carpet. A small chandelier overhead gave the room plenty of light, making it seem like the friendliest area of the mansion they had visited thus far. Upon the table laid a large bowl at each seat, filled with various confections and chocolates. From what Tails could gather, it was Halloween candy. In the middle of the table, a message was spelled out with candy corn. ‘Please, take your fill.’
“Hmm, don’t mind if I…” As Bunnymund was about to grab one of the pieces of candy, Tails’ eyes grew wide as he whipped around, between the pooka and the suspicious treats.
“Woah, woah, woah! Hey, before we eat anything, let’s think about this! These could be trapped, or even, you know, poisoned!” The two-tailed fox exclaimed as E. Aster raised an eyebrow.
“You really think they’d spike candy?” Bunnymund asked the fox, not quite believing anyone would be THAT evil.
“Well, that’s a possibility because it’s just so OBVIOUS! Then again, because it’s so cliché and obvious, perhaps the guys who made this game knew that we’d know, and instead there’d be a clue hidden in the buckets…” Tails mused, looking closer at the candy now, slightly salivating.
“Well then the candy should be…” Bunnymund tried to get a word in before he was quickly cut off again.
“BUT they might know that we know that they know it’s an obvious trap, so it is actually a trap!” Tails smiled, pleased at his logical deductive reasoning.
“Then we shouldn’t…” The pooka once more tried to get a phrase past the mobiann but once more, he couldn’t get in a word edgewise.
“But if they were smart about it, they know, that we know, that they know, that we know about the obviousness of the trick…and so, WE SHOULD…oh, you’re gone.” Turning around, excited at his own cleverness, he realized the pooka had left him. Sighing, the fox gently dropped from his hover to a seat and took a piece of candy from a bucket.
“Well, if anything’s wrong with this, I’ll know soon enough…” Closing his eyes tight, the fox hesitantly opened the piece of chocolate and took a bite.
“Eeughg…great…and if it is poison, they used GENERIC stuff too. What is this stuff…circus peanuts…Bleah.” The mobian gagged, not out of sickness but at the taste. And after a few moments of no noticeable effect, the genius fox began to slowly consume more of the confections.
Belching after finishing the first bucket of sweets, Tails felt no symptoms of any poison coming over him, but there was a letter at the bottom of the bucket, ‘T’. Looking at the other receptacles of sweets, the two-tailed fox shrugged and decided to get to work, knowing there were far worse fates he could be subjected to, as he didn’t realize the slight roundness that was coming over his form.
One by one, the mobian consumed each bowl of candy slowly, the top of the pile always filled with the most unappealing generic candy imaginable before getting into the good stuff near the bottom. And with each bucket consumed, more weight slowly piled on the unobservant genius as he was more consumed with figuring out this puzzle and enjoying his sweets. He was still a kid after all.
As the fox ate the last piece of candy, he let out a raucous belch and patted his now bulging gut. Smiling at his ingenuity, he decided to put the buckets together.
“G-o-t-c-h-a…Oh poo.” The chair he was sitting on slid backwards, dropping him down a long dark chute. Screaming, the now plump fox was dropped onto a padded floor. The Mobian shook his head and groaned, trying to get a view of his situation.
He seemed to now be in a grand ball room. Rows of tables were placed around the hardwood floor and most of the lighting seemed to be electric as opposed to the more medieval candles of the rest of the manor. A large banner hung from the high, vaulted ceiling and off the massive glass chandelier, proclaiming, “WELCOME LOSERS! ENJOY THE BUFFET, FAT-ASSES!”
Raising an eyebrow, Tails looked at the seating situated around the area. Each chair seemed to get larger and larger, added supports enforcing various seats for what could only be heavier and heavier weights. Looking down as it dawned on him, the now pudgy vulpine gave a little gasp as he shook his ample gut. Looking in a nearby mirror at his own reflection, a couple of realizations overtook him.
One, he wasn’t dead, which allowed him a sigh of relief. Two, he had overthought the situation. It was obviously a trap, end of story. They got him, but poking his belly and looking at the much larger seats, he realized he might have dodged the more powerful traps. Sure, he was now chubby…Ok, he was fat. His limbs were a bit thicker, chest wider and he had a slight double chin, but it could have been worse. Sonic would probably have him run a few laps…or a lot of laps, considering every time he tried to fly, the mobian’s twin tails couldn’t lift his chubby butt off the ground, but he could live with that. Besides, there seemed to be more candy and Sonic wasn’t here to tell him no.
As he walked over to grab a bowl for the ice cream buffet, Tails heard a door open.
“Oh, hey…it’s…I KNEW IT WAS YOU!”
He Grew A Gut And Then There Were Nine...
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Category All / Fat Furs
Species Vulpine (Other)
Size 200 x 200px
File Size 17.5 kB
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