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“Damn, I’m telling ya Tim.  I don’t think this thing’s ever gonna sell.  It’s been sitting in the store for almost three months now and there hasn’t been a single sale.  The manufacture charged way too much for this thing.”  Jeffrey scratched his head while looking at Get Tech’s latest item for sale.  He picked up the brochure for the device.  “Promising maximum relaxation.  The Max Relax 5000 is the latest in massage chair technology.  Designed specifically for those who want more out of a chair.  This sophisticated machine promises you’ll feel like a new person after one use.  If only it would sell.”

Jeff stood at the cash register while glaring out at the mall like he usually did.  It was a Thursday afternoon so not too many people would be in the store today.  Looking back at the Max Relax only made Jeff more anxious.  The Get Tech company had spent a fortune on getting the chair into his store.  Despite the financial roller coaster the store was in, they insisted he get it.  Everything was riding on the sale of that thing.  If this thing didn’t sell soon, Jeff would be out of a job.

One of the few patrons of the mall this afternoon was Vicky.  The brunette brushed her hair back a bit as she walked by some stores.  She was on her way to the party store to grab some supplies for an event this weekend.  Everyone in her complex knew her as the go to party girl so it was her job to make sure everything was in supply.  “Let’s see, we need cups, plates, utensils, drinks, snacks, cups, wait.  Did I write cups twice?”  Vicky was going over her list while passing by one of her fav clothing stores.  She looked at one of the mannequins and sighed a little.

Vicky was the shortest girl among her friends.  Though no one was ever mean about it.  She always felt as though they were judging her from time to time.  As if she were the odd one out.  Man I wish I was taller.  That would be rad.  What made matters a bit worse was the fact that many of her peers excelled in certain fields.  She could just as easily ask her friends to help.  But didn’t do so due to embarrassment.  Looking up at the mannequin again made Vicky think  of several times where friend’s unintentionally patronized her sized.

One day, Vicky and her friend Rose went to the movies and Rose was asked if was ok if her daughter see the movie.  The ticket booth of course thinking that Vicky was a kid.  Another instance involved her and Sandra going to a theme park, and Vicky being too short to ride the coaster.  Sandra did her best to make her not feel too bad about it.  But the damage was already done.  Though everyone tried their best to tell her that there was nothing wrong with her height.  There was one person who didn't have as pleasant of an approach.

Rebecca was the one girl who would sometimes put down Vicky due to her height.  Despite her claim that she was merely teasing her.  Vicky would often feel quite embarrassed by her remarks.  She recalled a particular instance when Ivy, a friend of Vicky’s needed a book off the shelf.  Being the helpful friend she was.  She decided to get up and get the book down for her.  When she didn't, Rebecca took the opportunity to do some teasing.

“Looks like shortie couldn’t quite get it.”  Rebecca said with a bit of a snark.  

“Hey no fair, I was just trying to help.”

“Don’t fret over it small fry.  You’ll be taller one day.  Maybe.”  She had never been more humiliated in her life.  Even though she eventually brushed it off.  Part of her really wished she could get taller one.  By whatever means possible.  Within the distance she could see the party store.  Right in front of it was Get Tech.  I still have a little while till I need to get back.  I’ll just swing in to kill time.

Once inside, Vicky marveled at the selection the place had to offer.  Get Tech was well known for offering a variety of products.  From home goods to office ware.  There was something for just about any situation.  Looking out at the entrance, Jeff was quick on his feet.  Aw crud, a customer.  He quickly approached Vicky while a smile sprung on his face.  “Hello, welcome to Get Tech.  For all your technological needs.  I’m Jeff, how can I help you today?”

“Oh I’m not looking to buy anything right now.  I’m just looking around thanks.”

“Ah, well if you need anything just holler.”  Damn, I gotta get her to buy something.  Vicky walked around the store looking at everything they had to offer.  There was an electronic bar scale that could measure how much of each type of liquid was in a drink.  A miniature drone you could control with your phone.  Even a snack dispenser that deposited sweets with the wave of a hand.

Wow this stuff is so cool.  I could easily pick out several birthday gifts here.  Vicky thought to herself as she wandered back near the front.  Right as she was about to leave, she a very big looking chair.  “Excuse me.  What’s this?”  Jeff then ran over to answer her question.

“Well that is the Relax Max 5000.  The latest in massage chair technology.  It’s state of the art infrastructure is designed to make you feel like a whole new person after one use.”

“A whole new person?  That’s an awfully bold claim.  What can it do exactly that make change a person?”  Vicky said raising a brow.

“Well I’m very glad you asked.  The Relax Max 5000 produces  natural body growth using it’s innovative rays that stimulate bone growth.  It also increases the user’s fa.”

 “Ahhh, I see.  Can I try it out?”  Vicky asked with a smile.  She seemed convinced enough by the sales pitch.

“Um well yes, of course. That’s why it’s here.  Why don’t you give it a try.”  Vicky slipped off her shoes and hopped in.  The chair was actually super comfortable.  More comfortable than even most couches.  With it’s black leather covering.  She was afraid she might fall asleep.  Reaching into the arm rest, she found the remote which was attached to the chair via cord.  The remote had several button and a large screen that indicated what the chair was currently performing.  There was even a foot rest to place her feet in,  

“Man it looks like this thing can do anything.”  Vicky commented as she laid back.  Jeff was quite pleased.  Perhaps with a little more convincing she may wind up liking the thing after all.

“Well why don’t you give it a sample go?  You won’t know if you’re truly satisfied with it until you have a test run.”

Vicky pressed the on button and the remote instantly lit up.  A computerized voice greeted her.  “Hello new user.  I am the Relax Max 5000.  I am designed to give you maximum comfort and a grand sense of ease.  There are many options to go with.  Please select which one you would like to try out first.”  The remote then showed a few of the massage options that were available to use.  

“Oooh, so many choices.  Which one do you think I should go with first?”

“Well there are a couple of demo options.  Why don’t you try one of those out.”  Suggested Jeff as Vicky saw there were four available.  

“Hmm, let’s try this one called stuff and Stretch.”  Upon pressing the option, the machine sprang to life and the mechanical arms started to rub along Vicky’s petite body.  Despite their automatic nature, the rollers were quite gentle and caressed her body as soft as an actual person’s touch.

“Well it seems like everything's in order.  I’m just gonna head to the back to make a few phone calls.  I’m sure you have everything under control.”  Jeff hurried to the back leaving Vicky to herself and the chair.  The rollers were focusing on her back first.  Getting into every crevice they could.

“Ahh, this feels super nice.  I needed a good back rubbing.”  Vicky slowly closed her eyes as she let the machine do it’s thing.  She could feel the chair starting to heat up.  Adding an even more human touch to the rollers.  "It's like I'm at an actual massage parlor."  Vicky said to herself as the machine continued as it normally did so.

As the machine was starting to settling into the first part of the session.  Vicky could start to feel the armrests pulling her arms back and forth.  It was a gentle tug and it helped put her at ease.  At the same time the foot rest started to warm up and rub her feet.  She was liking this the most.  “Man I think I needed the feet thing the most.  I've been doing nothing but walking all day.”  Like a mini toaster, the foot rest was making her feet melt like butter.  While the foot rest was doing it’s job, something odd was occurring to her feet.  

She couldn’t tell due to her feet being secured inside the box like foot rest.  but her feet were actually starting to swell up.  Only very slightly, but if she were to see them.  She would see that they seemed to be a bit puffier.  Certainly her shoes wouldn’t fit into them quite well anymore.  Though they were now so warm that she would never notice otherwise.  Each chubby digit wiggled happily as her treatment continued. This whole treatment was absolutely marvelous.  There was just a certain type of pleasure that was derived from having one’s feet rubbed.

After a few more minutes on her feet.  The chair then moved up to her ankles.  In a similar manner to her feet, the machine gently rubbed her ankles with a human touch.  “Hmm, my legs feel a little cold.  Better turn up the heat.”  With a flick of her thumb, she slid for more heat on her legs.  Instantly her lower legs were starting to feel even warmer.  “Ahh, much better.”  Also like her legs before her, something very bizarre was starting to happen to her legs.  They seemed to be a bit longer than before.  Only very slightly, but could be seen if looked just right.

Though the tugs weren’t as prominent as with her feet.  It was still occurring and the changes were now view able.  For starters her ankles were now looking wider.  Not by too much in this stage, but if one were to see her legs.  They would see that they were indeed wider looking.  Small bits of fat were being pumped into them.  As to not overflow things at once.  Of course through all of thing Vicky didn’t notice a thing.  After about four minutes.  Her once slender ankles were now chunky cankles.  About the size of softballs.  No longer were there any indication of a start or an end between her legs and feet.  The rollers then moved up to her calves where they received a similar treatment.

The chair's signature human touch was again making Vicky feel quite good.  She could feel pleasurable tingles emitting through her legs.  As if the person rubbing her knew all the right places to touch.  “Mmmm, that’s it.  Keep rubbing.”  She softly smiled as her eyes happily remained closed.    

“I can’t believe it Tim, someone is actually spending more than two minutes in the chair.  I’m telling ya, if I can get her to stay for the full treatment.  She may just consider a purchase.”  For once in a very long time.  Jeff was now optimistic about his store.  Though there was no way for certain to tell if a sale was secured yet.  Jeff crossed his fingers and hoped for the best.  About one third of Vicky’s body was now noticeably fatter.  Indeed to any passerby that saw her in the store.  They would see quite an odd sight.  A skinny girl were very fat legs?  That wouldn’t be too good for business.  Fortunately for Jeff, the chair would soon take care of that.

The next part of the chair’s treatment was on Vicky’s thighs.  Instead of using simple rollers like before.  More complex mechanisms were going to be needed in order to get the job done.  For starters, larger versions of the rollers were needed in order to sculpt what would be  quite the pair of thunder thighs.  Another mechanism on the leg area that the chair’s manual describes as “pressers.”  Started to knead Vicky’s legs like dough.  How little she knew that eventually she would be describing her legs as such.

First the pressers gently pushed back and forth against the legs.  They were slowly, but surely becoming thicker.  Some seams on the side of her pants were now starting to rip as pale flesh was starting to pop out.  The thighs were now a little under a foot wide.  They now complemented the rest of the legs.        

At this point in the procedure.  Vicky looked like a bizarre half skinny, half fat hybrid.  With a flat stomach, slim arms, and a pointed face.  It was quite odd that she would now also have chubby feet, kankles, and colom thighs.  Fortunately the machine wasn’t done yet.  The next procedure however wasn’t going to be the same as the others.  Going back to the name of the process “Tall and Wide”.  This next part involved the chair temporarily tilting Vicky back into a horizontal position.  As if she were about to go to sleep.  Yawning a bit, Vicky rubbed her eyes.

The feeling of having her legs creased and touch was quite a turn on.  It was as though human hands were touching her in every right spot.  “Mmmm, this feels so nice.  Keep going please.”  One of the hands accidentally rubbed near her crotch.  This made her blush a bit as the feeling was simply fantastic.  “Oooohh, I like that.”  She moaned slightly as the hands continued their work.  Vicky had remembered seeing some women’s toys near the back.  Perhaps she would take a look there again once she got back up.  “I know I got stuff to take care of.  But this chair is just too nice.”

While Vicky was on the verge of actual sleep.  The pressers from the leg area, worked together with the foot rest and started to press inward in a similar manner to before.  Except now it was actually stretching her legs outwards.  Some minor pressers next to her torso were taking care of business up above.  Though the change was drastic.  It was occurring at such a slow and peaceful rate that Vicky didn’t even know it was happening.  Turning her butt into a dome was going to be quite the challenge.  But sure enough the chair had a way.  But before it could get to that.  It was easier to take care of that butt of hers first.  “Please turn over for next step.”

“Wha...oh that’s new?  Never heard of a chair that made you lay on your belly before.  But the chair is the boss.”  Vicky rolled over and laid flat on her stomach. The were was a pop out hole in the head rest similar to that of an actual massage parlor bed.  Once Vicky was in the proper position, something slightly off started to happen to the chair.  The arms rests rotated eighty degrees so that they were positioned right on top of Vicky’s buns.  They then slowly lowered themselves and begun the next process.

The arms slowly ascended and started to vibrate as they got closer to their target.  Once on her, they started to sculpt around her buns as they warmed up.  Adding a bit more a human touch.  What the heat’s main purpose was actually a special type of non toxic radiation that that accelerated the growth of the fat cells in the body.  This was actually how the chair added fat throughout the body.  Slowly but surely, Vicky’s ass was starting to get fatter.  Like bread, her buns were rising within her pants.  Her panties already feeling a bit tight.  As the growth continued, the lower part of her butt started to meld with her chunky legs.  On top, some cellulite was starting to form.

“Ugh, these things are feeling kinda tight.  I should throw on a bigger pair when I get home.”  Vicky pulled her pants up a bit to make sure they didn’t get stuck in her butt cheeks.  Speaking of which, they had now become large, flabby domes.  Which jiggled at even the slightest touch.  A very prominent butt crack could now be seen poking out at the top of her pants.  Her butt had gotten so big in fact that the machine had started to widen itself in order to accommodate her growing frame.  Jeff took a quick peep from the back office and was dumbfounded by what he saw.

“What on Earth?  What’s happening to her?  She wasn't supposed to get that big.” Why?!  I need to call customer service!”  Jeff had his hands on his head as he quickly found the number of the company on the brochure and called.  About two minutes later he got through.  “Hello, this is Jeff Nickle.  Manager of Get Tech number 128.  I seem to be having a issue with one of your chairs.  I have a customer sitting in it right now and she seems to be gaining body weight at an unrealistically fast pace.  More so than what the chair is supposed to do.”  Jeff was still a bit shaken up.  If the girl found out what happened to her.  Not only would she not buy the chair.  But she would most likely sue for millions.

“Thank you for calling Soulfree Luxuries.  A representative will be with you shortly.  Please hold while we connect you.”  Said the automated recording as soothing beach sounds were all that Jeff could hear.

“Damn, damn.  I need to get through.  My job’s on the line.”  While Jeff was too busy in his mini state of panic.  Vicky was still having the massage of her life on the Relax Max.  A true piece of technological magic.  It was a credit to the machine’s brilliant design that Vicky had no clue what was happening to her.  All of her newly added weight just felt like her lower half falling asleep.  Sleep at this point was actually quite tempting for Vicky.  She slowly started to shut her eyes and fall into a peaceful trance of tranquility.  It was like resting on a cloud.  

Now that it’s subject was asleep.  The chair could now focus on it’s efforts with no distraction.  Right as the finishing touches were being made to her butt.  A few seams were starting to pull apart.  Revealing a bit of green underneath.  There was no mistaking it.  Her pants were simply too tight for her anymore.  Not only was her fattening body crammed into a too tight space.  But her nearly added height was also starting to stretch things out in the opposite direction.  On top of that, there was now the issue of her grand muffin top which was now causing fat to still out of the top of her damaged jeans.  Like vanilla pudding being squeezed out of a snack pack.  Vicky’s fat seemed to be taking on more properties of gel at the moment.  Of course her lard was still quite solid.  This was all just due to the fat having no other place to go.

“Commencing emergency spreading.”  On command, semi thin cables started to lash out of the arm rests.  They quickly went to the top of her pants and started to gently tug on her rolls.  A second pair was taking care of business downward.  Though the chair could do alot.  It was unable to fix her near destroyed pants.

 While Vicky was still laying down flat.  The chair then went on and worked on her belly.  Using the same arm rest heaters from before.  They now instead focused on her midsections. Simulating a pair of warms hands.  The arm rests started to give her the most soothing belly rub she ever felt.  Or at least would have felt if she weren’t deeply asleep.  Soon enough, place flesh started to peep out of her shirt.  The arm rests played around with the dough belly a bit before it got so large that the arms were no longer able to hold all of it.  Her navel was now quite deep due to the extra mass now around it.

While this was all happening.  Vicky was have quite the pleasant dream.  In her dream she was a bit taller than she normally was.  With her new height she was able to do all of the things that her friends did.  She rode all the theme park rides.  No one mistook her for a kid.  She was even able to get Ivy’s book down from the tallest shelf.  In this state she couldn’t be happier.  At one point in the dream, her and her friend’s were deciding what they wanted to do that day.

“I think we should head to the mall for some shopping.”  Alba suggested.

“Nah we should go to the beach.  It’s a great day out.”  Said Amaya.

“Why don’t we head to the buffet?  I hear their having a half off deal today.  We could all eat super cheap.”  Tania said while showing off a coupon.  Everyone happily agreed and soon they were there.  As everyone went through the menu.  Vicky was having a hard time deciding what she wanted.

“Hmm, everything looks so good.  I just can’t tell what I’d like the best?”

“Well it is a buffet.  Why don't you try a little bit of each and see what you like?”  Alba suggested as Vicky got up and went over to where the food was.  There was alot to choose from and everything looked so fresh.  She could smell the oily scent of fries.  Hear the sizzle of beef cooking on the grill.  She saw the colorful array of cakes over by the dessert table.  All of her senses just going off at once.                          

“There’s just too so much to choose from.  I don’t know where to start.”  Figuring that it was primarily a Chinese buffet.  She decided to try out some chicken and pork first.  There were also some beef sticks she grabbed as well.  She even got a slice of cake for an early dessert.  Back at the table all of her friend’s were already in the middle of their own meals.  Vicky sat down and took a bite of the pork.  It was some of the best pork she had ever tasted.  “Mmmm, so good.”  It was so good that she didn’t even notice that all of it was gone.  Looking at her plate she saw that there was still her chicken and beef left.  

Now since this was a dream that was warped from reality.  As she ate she started to grow fatter at an unrealistic rate.  That one plate of food already gave her a four month pregnant sized belly.  Needing to get more food, she got up and loaded her plate with even more food than before.  After about five plates of food, there was already a noticeable difference in her physic.  Almost every part of her body seemed softer.  Her belly was big and flabby, her  ass was taking up much of her seat.  And her legs were now touching.  The weirdest part was that she couldn’t have been happier.  All this added weight was just amazing to her.    

Meanwhile  outside of her dream.  Vicky was looking more and more like a proper fatty.  The armrests had worked on her arms.  Making them thicker and hammy.  Her fingers were now also quite sausage like.  It would be quite hard to squeeze them at this point.  Going over to her chest.  She now sported a nice pair of E-cups breasts.  Not only had they widened out.  But they were also starting to leak out of her shirt.  Clearly being too large to be contained within it in a similar manner to her pants and legs.  Though she was still on her back.  If one were to get a good look at her back.  They would see that the excess lard had caused two, large back folds to develop.  Wit crevits so deep you could store coins inside.  At this point around 95% of her body was fattitied.  The only thing that remained was her head.

Out of all the procedures thus far.  Making her head and face fat would be the hardest part of all.  It would have to do it’s work as gently as possible.  There were small mechanisms within the headrest that started to push back and forth in a similar manner to the pressures in the leg rest.  As Vicky’s face was being mushed, some parts of her face, particularly her cheeks.  Were starting to look a bit swollen.  Not in a painful sense.  But as if Vicky had held onto some water in her mouth.  Soon she sported a nice pair of cute chipmunk cheeks.  The lower part of her face was starting to swell up like a water balloon.  A healthy jowell was starting to form under her chin.  

Inside her dream, she was starting to look more like how she did in reality.  Though due to the dream, she was even fatter than that.  Her butt was at least two feet wide, with a huge butt crack sticking out of her pants.  A large, flabby belly that hung down past her knees. Breasts that she could barely see past.  And every other part of her was just plain fat.  If one were to see her, they would assume she was around 550lbs.  

“Man you ate so much Vicky.”

“Yeah, you’re the eating champ!”

“Hope you have room for more.”  All of her friends were encouraging her to eat even more.  Each of them bringing her more and more plates of food.  Beef, chicken, salads, pasta, soups, cakes.  It was all there in front of her.  She took no time in absolutely devouring everything in sight.  Growing bigger and fatter by the second.  Just the feeling of being so large was such a turn on.  She could feel herself starting to get wet.  Her nipples were starting to poke out within her top.  

“Ooohh, so honry.  Need more food.”  She said as grabbed more food with her chubby arms.  Her fatty cheeks were starting to look a bit red.  Vicky was now in pure bliss.  Everything, from what she ate, to how she was being touched.  Everything just made her feel happy and sexy.  “I needed to be rubbed so bad!”

“So you’re positive she’s supposed to get that big?”  Jeff  was a bit calmer than he was before.  The person on the phone had told him that it was natural for people to grow quite large from the chair from time to time.  If she absolutely hated her new size she would need to call the company.  “Well I guess that helps.  Thank you.”  Jeff said still a bit nervous as it looked like Vicky was done with her session.  He still counted believe what happened.  Not only did the chair make her fatter.  But she was also two feet taller.  He walked over to see what she thought of the chair.  “Damn she’s still asleep.  Well that may not be a bad thing.”

Right at that moment.  Vicky’s eyes slowly started to open as the first thing she saw was a flesh colored mound.  She poked at it as she giggled slightly.  “Is that….my belly?”  Opening her eyes a bit more, she was able to see the reality of what her body had become.  She wasn’t just fat.  She was downright obese.  Everything from her almost three rolled stomach.  Her chair crushing ass.  Her H cup breasts that were almost spill out of her bra that was once a shirt.  Every part of her was absolutely fat.  “Oh..my...god.”

“Miss I can explain.” Jeff said sheepishly.      

“I”m tall!  I can’t believe this is real!”  Said Vicky gleefully as she hopped a bit.  Her fat jiggling all over the place.  A huge grine lit up on her face as she looked down at herself.

“Wait?  So you aren’t upset?”

“Upset?  How could I possibly be upset.  I’m tall now.  This is something I’ve wanted all my life.”

“Oh well that is good I suppose.  So what would you say about purchasing Relax Max?”  Said Jeff as a huge wave of relief came over him.

“Hmm, I dunno.  I think I still need some more convincing.  Though I am leaning towards a yes.”

“Oh?  Was there something about it you didn’t like?  Keep in mind this is a demo piece so the full one will have more features.”  A slight sense of desperation could be heard in his voice.

“I think I still want to see a bit more of it in action.”
“But aren’t you happy you’re taller now?  You were just hopping up and down.”

“Yeah I was.  And I’m totally glad I’m now the same height as my friend’s  But I’m just not sure if it can do anything else for me right now.”

“Ah that’s better than nothing I suppose.”  While the two were talking about Vicky’s experience.  A familiar face came into the store.  It was Rebecca, and she had no idea that the fat woman in front of her was Vicky.  She raised a brow as she looked at the chair.

“So what’s the deal with this chair?  Looks expensive.”

“I can assure you Miss that the Relax Max can fit into any budget.  We have all kinds of packages to offer.  Though before you consider buying it.  Why don't you try it out yourself?”  Suggested Jeff as Rebecca took a seat.  

“Feels kinda warm.  Like someone just used it.  Not sure how I feel about that.”  Rebecca then picked up the remote and saw an option called Small and sweet.  “Let’s go with that.  A nice and quick session is all I need.”  The machine then fired up again and started to rub Rebecca the same way it did for Vicky.  Except it was now doing something a bit different than it did before.  Were as Vicky was made taller due to the chair.  Rebecca had selected a different procedure entirely.

For one thing, the foot rest and head rest were starting to contract into one another.  Pressing Rebecca together though not in a painful manner.  Though like Vicky, she was also starting to put on some weight as well.  Mostly in her midsection and butt.  Vicky and Jeff looked on in disbelief as Rebecca was now going through her own metamorphosis.

I’m glad I didn’t pick that one.  Vicky thought to herself as Rebecca’s diminishing height was starting to make her look even fatter than she actually was.  Her belly was popping out of her shirt like a sardine tin.  The same was occurring with her ass and pants as a growing ass was now poking out too.  Despite her process moving faster than Vicky’s, the results were still the same.  

“What the hell is happening to me?!”

“Ah crap, she’s gonna sue for sure!”

The distinction between her head and neck was fading.  It was as if her head was melting into her torso.  In reality, it was a combination  of fat building up in that area, and her shrinking stature.

“I think she's even shorter then me when I started.”

“Isn’t there an off switch?”

“I warn you miss, stopping the machine in the middle of it’s work could be a bad thing.”

“I don’t care just make it stop!”

“Well, you’re the customer.”  Jeff grabbed the remote and pressed the stop button.  The chair then slowly stopped moving as it finally came to a halt.  Rebecca looked down at herself and was furious.  She was short and fat.  It was as though she were a ball of a person.  Most of her features were now exaggerated.  With a comically wide belly and butt, she would surely be the laughing stock of the complex.    

“Oh I’m suing.  I’m suing hard.  Your store is gonna be a creator when I’m through with you.”  Rebecca said as she angrily stormed out.

“Well so much for my business.  It was fun while it lasted.”  Jeff slumped as he finally accepted his fate.

“Um excuse me.  But would it help at all if I bought a Relax Max?”

“Well it won’t save the store.  But it would certainly help me get back on my feet after this.  Who knows.  Maybe my next business venture won’t be that bad.  Thank you again.”

“You’re very welcome.  If it makes you feel better.  I had a great time with it.  I’ve love to have that feeling all the time.  Maybe my friends will buy one too.”  Vicky smiled.

“I guess I can see the good in that sure.”  Jeff smiled while looking back at his store.                                
The Relax Max 5000
So this is a story I did for :iconfairy-fetish-studio:'s contest featuring their characters VickyVicky  OUTFIT+PERSONALITY by Fairy-Fetish-Studio  and RebeccaRebecca OUTFIT+PERSONALITY by Fairy-Fetish-Studio.  I got the idea after using a similar chair at a Brookstone several times.  Not sure if I'll win but hey, you never know.  Please enjoy and comment.     
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Vivian was having a hard day at work.  Nothing seemed to be going her way.  Everyone was
getting all the better stories, she had recently lost a lead on a story that would put her on the front
page, and on top of this she was still one story off from completing her quota for the month.  She
was to cover a supposed lead that was involved in a series of tax frauds.  Unfortunately for her,
her inside man gave her the wrong address and the guy fled the country before she had the
chance to catch him.  Though she promised herself that she would never stoop to this level, she
knew what she had to do in order to get even a hint of a good story.  Adjusting her blouse and
fixing her long, dark hair.  She slowly made her way into Mr. Chaz’s office, hoping he would
have anything for her.  

“Hey Mr. C, enjoying this fine summer morning are we?”  “Huh?  What makes you say
that?  Shouldn’t you be out there looking for stories Miss Appleseed?  If I recall correctly, you’re
just one story away from quota.  I’d really hate to penalize you for missing one story.”  Vivian
didn’t know how to respond.  She was hoping that it would be easier than this.  It was time to
deploy her desperate measure.  A measure that got her many a extra dessert asa child.          

“Please Mr Chaz, I’ll do anything, I just need to get one more story in.  Grocery store
opening, ice cream truck crashed, koala stuck in the sewer, anything!  Please, you’re my only
hope!”  “Come now Miss Appleseed, what kind of professionalism is this?  Is this how one of
my best reports is supposed act?”  Vivian was curled into a small ball, as she rocked back and
fourth.  “Fine, fine, I’ll give you a lead.  But I never want to see this sort of behavior again from
you Miss Appleseed.”

Vivian sprung back up, excitedly jumping up and down.  “Oh thank you thank you Mr.
Chaz, you won’t regret this I promise.”  “Yeah yeah, anyway, you know that show Cakemaster?”  
Vivian recalled seeing the show once or twice in between her usual nights of keeping up to date
with her regular shows.  “Rumor has it that they’re setting up this weeks episode right in our
very town.  Now the thing is that they don’t want anyone knowing that they’re here, however,
one of our inside guys claims that their holding something big at that abandoned warehouse
downtown.  If you can get the inside story, I promise you it’ll make the front page.”  Vivian
couldn’t believe it, this was the opportunity she was looking for.  “Right on it chief.  I’ll make
you proud.”  “Don’t call me chief.”  Mr. Chaz commented as Vivian dashed out of the office.

Eager to get started, Vivian walked down the office with a huge grin on her face.  She
was now in possession of information no one else had.  That large smile of hers quickly shrunk
however, as she parted eyes at Marshall Summers.  The tan skinned beauty wore her signature green get up that followed her on every major story she went to.  Though Vivian couldn’t admit it, her envy for Summers was a green as her outfit.  Her trim legs crossed as she walked over towards Vivian.  There had been talk around the newsroom that one of the top reporters was being moved to another company, and someone would have to take her place.  Rumor had it that it was down to either Vivan or Marshall.  

Damn, she’s got everything, good looks, top notch reporting skills, a flat stomach.  Man
I can’t stand her.
 Vivian thought to herself as she pinched her slight muffin top.  Marshall then
saw her and smiled.  “Hey Vivian how’s everything?  Hear about that bus full of kids were
rescued by that homeless guy?  Can you believe it?”  Marshall said with a smile as she placed her hands on her almost perfect hourglass waist.  

And she’s nice.  Damn  Vivian thought to herself as she smiled back.  Marshall had
the body of a grade A reporter.  A nicely proportioned hourglass frame, slender legs, a face of a
goddess.  She had it all.  The two reporters went back and forth talking about various stories and
people around the office.  All the while Vivian couldn’t help but take in various glares  at
Marshall's body and compare it to her own.  “So, got any stories coming up you focusing on?”  

“Oh nothing too spectacular.  Just some bake sale going on at an elementary school.  
People do love them some kid stories.”  Vivian was trying her absolute best to get out of the
conversation as fast as she could.  

“Ah, too true, hey listen, we should totally go grab some coffee sometime at Pete’s.  I’d
totally be down for it.”

“Oh yeah, for sure.  Maybe grab some doughnuts too or something.”  Vivian said as she
blushed a slight red.  Accidentally making herself sound like a major foodie.  

“Yeah that would be nice.  Though you shouldn't get too many.  Wouldn't want to wind
up as big as that Japanese basketball player.”  Marshall chuckled a bit.      

“Heh, yeah.  I’ll catch ya later.  Good luck on your stuff.”  Vivian waved as she hurried
to the elevator.        

Hmm, now I just gotta figure out how to get to this place. thought Vivian as
she left the building.  Chaz didn’t give her a whole lot of information to go on so she would have
to do some detective work in order to figure out where she was going.  Her first instinct was to
go to the doughnut shop next to the office and see if anyone there knew anything.  She figured
a bakery would obviously know the whereabouts of a cake competition.  

Pete’s Doughnuts and Coffee shop was one of the most well known eateries in the area.  All walks of life gathered there to feast upon Pete’s delectable delicacies.  The prominent smell
of freshly roasted coffee  filled the air as Vivian walked inside.  Mild chatter and the sipping of
coffee provided the background noise.  As Vivian looked around, she could see all kinds of
familiar faces.   There was Chester the park ranger, sipping on his favorite blend of
White Mountain coffee.  Rebbecca the accountant, enjoying a fresh croissant, and even Mrs.
Rose and her kids enjoying some doughnuts.  Everything looked scrumptious to Vivian, she
knew she should watch herself.  But all those pastries were just too tantalizing, all those colors
and patterns were literal eye candy.  With her mouth watering a bit, she snapped out of it and
refocused herself.  Assuming the baker of all people would know anything about Cakemaster,
she decided to head over and ask some questions.  Liz was one of three bakers who worked at the
store.  

“Heya Liz, listen, I need some help and I think you’re the only one that can help.”

“Well I’m all ears Vivan, what can I help ya with?”

“Ok so you know that show Cakemaster right?”

“You mean that show where they make all the tacky cakes?  Yeah, I guess you could say
I have.  Shoddy craftsmanship if you ask me though.  Who wants a cake shaped like a T-rex?”

“I dunno, kids, dinosaur enthusiasts?  Look, I’ve heard a rumor going around that they're
setting up their next episode in the area, but no one has any idea where.  Seeing as you’re also
the baking type.  I’d assume you’d know some things about it.”

“What do you think I’m a part of?  Some kind of dessert illuminati?  I think someone
forgot breakfast this morning.  How’s about I set you up with a nice plump jelly doughnut?  I
hear he doesn’t get jelly easily.”

Liz laughed at her own subpar joke as she went to the counter and fetched one of the
fullest doughnuts Vivian had ever seen.  The dark purple icing still dripping off the side as was
the jelly oozing out of the incision.  There was a soft glare, like that of a new painted car that was
just calling for Vivian.  She wanted so desperately to indulge, but she knew that if she wanted
that top reporter spot on the team.  She would have to restrain herself.  Ever since she was a
plump little girl, she was tempted by sweets.  This unfortunate sweet tooth cost her many a
friends, and earned her some haresh remarks from her classmates.  Once she was in college, she
vowed to shed the weight and become a top reporter.  Thinking to herself that if she ever got fat
again it would be the end of everything.

“Ah Liz, this is so nice of you, but you know I can’t have sweets.  Especially something
so...filling.”

Staring at the pastry.  She could see that it was now mocking her.  Looking down at her
slight paunch,, she knew that it would only take one sweet to send her down the highway of
gluttony.

“Aw, you sure?  It’s just one little doughnut.  I mean granted it isn't quite little.  But
sometimes you just gotta just relax and enjoy the rewards that life hands you.  Kinda like how
I’m handing you this doughnut right now.” Poor Vivian could see it now, her slightly plump form blimping up into obesity.  
Marshall taking the position that she worked so hard for.  Herself being demoted to coffee girl.  
It was one of her greatest dreads and she would do whatever it took for it to be unfulfilled.

“Sorry Liz, but I’m kinda in a hurry. Maybe tomorrow or something.  If you don’t know
anything about this Cakemaster thing that’s fine.  I’ll just look elsewhere.  Thanks for your
time.”  
“Did someone say Cakemaster?!”  The high pitched voice came from none other Janet
Borstein.  An overly plump patron of the bakery.  She was there everyday just gorging on
doughnuts.  It made sense she was always there, considering she was Pete’s daughter.  Being the
daughter of a baker certainly showed in Janet’s physique.  Her bulbous belly rested quite a bit
on the table.  While her very large bubble butt oozed off the side of the chair she was sitting on.    
As Vivian walked over to her Janet as she wiped some frosting off her chubby cheeks.  Vivian
wasn't sure how reliable Janet actually was. But at this point she was desperate. “Hey Janet, are you a Cakemaster fan?”

“Only THE number one Cakemaster fan thank you.  I follow all their social media sites
and also an admin on several dedicated forums.  Did you know half the bakers didn't even go to
culinary school?”

Damn,this girl is a grade a foodie  Thought Vivian

“Shams!”  Cried out an annoyed Liz from behind the counter.

“Huh, well anyway listen.  Apparently they’re going to be filming their next episode in
the area and I thought maybe you knew…”

“Oh my God!  I knew they were filming here weeks ago!  I’m so excited, I’m gonna
camp out in front of the old tire factory just to be the first one there!”

“The old tire factory eh?”

“Well no one knows for sure.  One of my buddies on my forum has a friend that knows a
guy that works on the show mention something about a tire factory and...”

“So much for keeping a secret.  Thanks for the help Janet.”  

“Are you gonna camp out too?  We should totally go together.”

“Maybe next time.”  Janet smiled as she walked out of the bakery.

Walking outside with a new stride of confidence.  Vivian happily walked down the alleyway that lead to the station’s parking lot.  Turning the corner however made that grin turn 180 degrees.  Tents, as far as the eye could see.  Bright as light, and the smells.  Oh the smells.  Everything from the delicate aroma of fine steak.  To the corkey smell of corks popping off of fresh bottles of wine.  To the heady smell of spicy tacos.  Everything in front of her was scent nirvana.

Oh crap.  It...it can’t be.

“Welcome to the annual channel 17 mini food and wine festival.  This year we've’ got more food than ever before.  Come try some fresh meatballs.  Then come on over and try our delicious cheesecake.  All this and more right here right now.”
Shit.  All the food in front of her looked just absolutely tantalizing.  Grills were sizzling, while people were drinking fresh soda.

Damn, why did it have to be today?  Of all days?  Why now?  Vivian slowly walked through the different vendors.  Each one offering a different delicacy.  Her mouth was watering by just the sight of ice cream alone.  

“Excuse me Miss. Would you care to sample some jerky?  It was made fresh just this morning.”

Oh no, that stuff’s loaded with cholesterol.  Not to mention all the saturated fat.  Like the doughnut before.  The jerky was tantalizing the poor woman.  Never before had she wanted jerky until now.  Perhaps it was the stress of trying to maintain her figure.  While at the same time being the first one to get to the set of Cakemaster.

Gotta resist, must resist temptation.  All the food in front of her was so irresistible.  Her eyes switching left and right.  It was as if she were experiencing sensory overload.  Taking a second to stop walking.  She stopped in front of a pizza stall.

“Hey there.  Would you like to try our triple topping pizza?  It’s free for all channel 17 employees?”  The pizza was dripping with gooey cheese.  Olives, pepperoni and bits of sausage littered each slice.

“Well I don’t want to be rude.  Maybe one little bite won’t hurt.  It is just a sample after all.”  Upon taking a bite of the pizza.  Vivian's taste buds were so overloaded with flavor that she had no idea how to process it.  The only thing she could think of was to eat more pizza.  Grabbing a few slices.  She took bite after bite.

“Mmm, so good.  These are some of the best pizzas I’ve had in months.”

“Well that great Miss.  But please try to save some of others.”  The poor chef asked as the pizza maniac that was currently Vivian went to town on the remaining slices.  “Ahh geez, my boss isn’t gonna like this.”  Before she knew it.  Vivian was running to every other stand and trying whatever delicacy they had to offer.  Her hands were now quite greasy.  While her face was covered in a mixture of sauces.  She didn’t quite notice it, but she could feel her becoming slightly tighter.  With a satisfying pat on her stomach, she was on her way.                                          
                                       
Later that day, Vivian arrived at the location of the rumored show.  It certainly didn’t
seem like anyone was inside.  No security, no lights, nothing that would indicate that a
successful baking show was at this very spot. “Hmm, this is a bit odd, but I bet that’s what they
want everyone else to think.  That ain’t gonna stop me.”  Vivian said to herself as she got to the
back door.  It was there that she noticed a pad lock preventing anyone from entering. “Damn,
gotta find another way.”  Looking around the area, she saw a window at the top of a couple of
crates.  “Hmm, that’ll do.”

Leaping on top of the boxes, Vivian finally got to the window.  With a small creek, she
was able to open it with as little noise as possible.  The dainty reporter said proudly as she failed
to anticipate that there wasn't anything holding her on the other side of the window.  “Ahhhhh!”  
She cried as she safely landed on what appeared to be a pile of flour bags.  “Flour bags?  Well
now this just proves it doesn't it?  Gotta see if I can find anything else.”  Vivian said to herself as
she wandered around the seemingly person less building.  Though it was dark, the window’s provided just enough light for her to see.

Vivian wandered around for what felt like two hours when it was really just twenty
minutes.  As she walked more and more baking supplies could be seen.  It seemed as though the
info finder’s lead was legit.  Finally, she came across a series to tables.  The tables were all
arranged one behind the other.  On each table were about seven cakes, with around seven tables
in total.  The cakes ranged in intricacy, some cakes appeared to be simple cakes with basic
layers and colors.  While others didn’t even look like cakes at all.  One cake for instance
resembled a car, while another was in the shape of a large elephant.  “Woah, these guys know
their stuff.”  Vivian said while observing the different cakes.  

Walking over to the car cake.  She was absolutely baffled by how much detail these
bakers were able to put into something as simple as a cake.  The realistic coating, the amount of
detail that went into each of the cakes.  Surely this was the work of only a true master. “My god, these are some of the greatest cakes I've ever seen.  They don’t even look like
cakes.  There more like pure hunks of diabetes.”  She joked as she walked over to a cake
that looked like an elephant.  The cartoon pachyderm was a dark shade of blue with some foliage
surrounding it. Everything on the cake was edible, this made it all the harder for Vivian to resist
taking a taste test.  She then skimmed her finger through the grass and took a small taste.  What
she wasn't expecting was for the grass icing to be some of the best icing she ever had.  

“Even the icing is amaz...what am I doing?  I’m desecrating these fine works of art.  This
totally goes against what I stand for as a reporter of ethics.  I’ve completely ruined this story.  I’m so screwed.”  Vivian started to sob as she thought about the worse case scenario of what
would occur to her if word of this had gotten out.  

“Oh what’s the point?  I’ll never be as good as Marshall.  No matter how hard I try she
always winds up with the better stories.”  Vivian contemplated as she stuck her finger in more
cake. “My career, my reputation, all down the shitter.”  unbeknownst to the poor brunette.  She
was eating more of the cake that she was just moping over.  Mr. Elephant’s legs and butt were
now just coating for Vivian’s waistline.  The hapless report continued to eat the cake filled
mastodon, not even caring about the fact that if she were to eat more she would probably wind
up as heavy as one.  Looking at the other cakes only made Vivian’s mouth water.  This was her comfort food now and no one was going to tell her otherwise.

She started with a cake that resembled a compact Ferrari.  The red Italian car had it’s
icing coated in a way that made the metal seem all the more realistic.  As well as all the more
delicious to Vivian as she took a huge chunk out of the cake with her bare hands and just
started to go to town on it.  It didn’t take long for her to consume the car.  Her waistline was
starting to bulge, and her ass was starting to look a little rounder.  Even her breasts looked a little
fuller.  

Moving onto the next few cakes, she couldn't believe how good they looked.  She could
smell the obnoxious amount of icing used on them.  The varying hints of chocolate, vanilla,
strawberry, all kinds of different flavors.  Not even giving a single care, she then went to town on
every cake she saw.  If it looked sweet.  It was going right into her hungry gullet.
Of course, the amount of sugar she was consuming wasn't doing her figure any favors.  
Unbeknownst to her, her already slightly plump stomach was now pushing out even further.  As
if it were a small ball of dough.  It sagged ever so slightly above her thighs.  Though she prided
herself on her toned posterior, that was all starting to become less so as her butt was starting to
grow quite large.  

She started to think of Marshall.  Not only taking over the reporter position.  But also
becoming the number one anchor in the state.  Winning tons of awards and living the life Vivian
always dreamed of.  Also in this dream was herself, expect nearly immobile sitting on her couch
watching Marshall take it all.  A huge carton of ice cream in her large arms.   “Give her the job.  See what I care.”  Vivian was now in her own little world.  One where she didn’t have a care in
the world.

Cake after cake were reduced to crumbs as the woeful reporter shoved bits of cake in her
mouth by the second.  There was never a moment when her face didn’t resemble that of a
chipmunk full of nuts for winter.  As a result.  Her body was starting to balloon even faster.  She
appeared to look a bit founder then when she first entered the factory.  The beginnings of a grand
dome was now beginning in the form of her stomach.  It was now pushing out with an added bit
of jiggle with every step she took.  Though her belly wasn't the only thing to get a bit more
wiggle room., her butt and legs were being filled like a cannoli with fat rather than cream.  With
cellulite beginning to form.  Even her breasts seemed a tad bit larger.  Her growing butt was starting to make her blouse stretch a bit at the seams    

This is how it went on for about an hour and a half.  Vivian would stuff her ever fattening
face with all of the cakes that the bakers had all prepared vigilantly for.   The rounded reporter
was seemed to be forgetting why she was even here in the first place.  All that mattered to her right now was eating more cake.  Even if she were to burst.  There would be no end to her cake
massacre.  Unfortunately for her, this feeding frenzy would soon come to an end.  As she bit into
the last piece of a cake shaped like a pirate ship.  She patted her belly and made a satisfying burp.  
That’s when she realized she was all out of cake.  

“Aww man, I was hoping there would be more.”  Vivian said to herself.  She now looked
quite bloated.  Clearly more rounded than ever before.  Her legs and ass were starting to look as
though they were one limb.  Cellulite was now forming quite noticeably.  At look at her front and
one might assume she was wearing an apron.  When in reality it was her now doughy belly,
poking out of her shirt.  Though she would have loved to have a set of D cup breasts, she
probably wouldn’t want the extra poundage associated with it.  If there were a contest for the
biggest butt at the office, she would be the clear winner.  With bits of cellulite and the added
length and with made it a sight to behold.   Vivian wobbled around a bit more.  With no cakes in the view able area, the plumply
reporter’s cravings were still unsatisfied.  After a few minutes of searching however, she came
across something she didn’t expect to see.  In front of her was a massive cake, at least seven feet
tall.  It was the king of cakes,  Beautiful orange bases were being held up by cream colored
pillars.  Yellow icing helped capture the eye even better.  She stared at the cake for a split
second.  One thought entering her mind.  I need that inside me.

Like an animal that had not eaten in days.  Vivian lunged towards the mammoth dessert
and started to shoved chunks into her mouth.  Her chubby hands grabbing mouth full after
mouthful.  She was eating so much at once that her cheeks were actually starting to hurt.  This
didn’t matter to her though, she needed to eat this entire cake.  The cake’s orange cream taste
helped a little to get the bits down.  “I am the Queen of Cakes!  All shall hail me!”  Vivian said
in a state of complete delusion.

The Queen of Cakes was now entering a queen sized state of obesity.  Buttons on her
shirt were now popping off like bullets.  Her cream colored belly was now sticking out like a
sore thumb, jiggling for all to see.  If one were to get a good look at her backside, it would be
difficult for them to distinguish where her ankles started and her butt ended.  The now cellulite
filled mass wobbled.  An ass crack as deep as the Grand Canyon could now be seen as well.  Her
hammy arms were now ripping her sleeves apart whiled helping to shove more cake into her
maw.  Then there was her face.  Chubby was no longer a good word to describe it, bulbous would
now be a better term.  With a huge second chin, and large chipmunk cheeks.  Vivian was now a certified fatty.  She had become what she feared, and she didn’t have a care in the world.       With the entire cake gone, a now very stuffed Vivian sat near the table patting her very
flabby stomach.  A satisfying burp signaled the end of her meal.  Feeling a bit sleepy after it all.  
She slowly closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.

Vivian was woken up to a bright light, or rather several flashing lights.  Slowly opening
her eyes, she looked on in terror.  In front of her were several reporters and camera crews.    
Looking down at herself, she noticed that the damage wasn't as bad as she thought.  Her blowing
up into obesity must have been just a dream.  However, she still  did look a bit bloated, and there
were chunks of cake missing out of several delicacies.  News reporters bombarded her with
questions.  All the poor woman could do was look ahead in disbelief.  Knowing full well that her
career was dead and buried.    

The next morning, Janet was enjoying her typical triple doughnut breakfast.  As she was
browsing on her tablet, she looked up at the tv to witness a special bulletin.  Marshall Summers
was standing in what appeared to be in front of the old tire factory.

“Breaking news this morning, we got exclusive coverage of what many are already
calling The Big Scoop.  Channel 17’s own Vivian Appleseed seemed to be a little too eager to
wait for Cakemaster’s special appearance in the area.  Witnesses say they saw Miss Appleseed
sneaking around the factory late last night.  Many of the cakes for the episode, including the
extra large orange and cream cake made special for the mayor.  Had chunks missing out of them,
presumably done by Miss Appleseed.”  Marshall said as a photo of a sluggish Vivian was then
plastered on the screen.  “No comments currently from Miss Appleseed, but well be sure to keep
you updated as the story develops.  

“What the hell’s the matter with you?!  Do you think this is some kind of hullabaloo
where you get to run around like a jackass!”  Mr Chaz was fuming as an shamed Vivian
blushed.  “I..I..I can’t believe it with you.  I gave you a perfect opportunity to get better and you
fuck it up faster than the other stations got to you.  Things don’t look good for you Miss
Appleseed I can tell you that.”

“I...I”m so sorry Mr. Chaz, I don’t know what got into me.”  Vivian’s eyes started to
water.  One could see the pure definition of regret on her face.  She knew exactly what she did
and she was going to pay for it.

“Now were gonna be the laughing stock of the city.  Was this part of your plan?”  Chaz’s security ran in to help cool him down.  

“Mr. Chaz, your blood pressure.  Remember what your doctor told you.”  Chaz then took a deep breath and calmed himself.

“Look Vivian, I’m sorry I lost my temper.  I’m just trying to figure out how to make good
out of a crappy situation.  Maybe I haven’t been giving you as great of stories as you deserve.”  
Chaz scratched his head a bit as he walked around his office.  His secretary then chimed in again.

“Well sir, there is that one project you wanted to test out.”

“What are you tal...oh right.  Hmm.”  In a complete reversal of his previous mood.  Chaz
then looked at Vivian with a soft smile.  “Actually Miss Appleseed.  I do believe there is a
project that has your name on it.  I’m sure you’ll make the best out of it.” Vivian instantly wiped away her tears as a huge smile then came back to her face.  A
similar one to when he first gave her the factory assignment.  “You mean it Mr. C?!”

A couple of weeks later.  The city was getting ready to open it's seaside restaurant district.  Vivian, who looked a bit plumper, with a wider butt and a bit of a paunch.  Her face even looked a bit softer.  The beginnings of a new chin could be seen.  Was wearing a purple dress that looked a little tight.  She looked towards her cameraman Hank.

"Make sure you get a good shot of the bay.  It'll really add to the aesthetic."  Looking at the camera, a soft smile appeared on her soft face.  "Good morning, this is you 'foodie' correspondent Vivian Appleseed.  Bringing you the latest and greatest in everything food. We're just moments away from the grand opening of the bay area's dining district.  Which promises to not only bring new business to the area.  But hopefully some tasty treats.”  Vivian smiled as she licked her lips.  Blushing a bit afterwards.  Oh god I hope no one caught that.   “Great shot everyone.  Who's ready for a cake break?”
The Big Scoop
The Big Scoop is a story I've been working on for months now.  A bit of inspiration from :iconyer-keij-fer-cash:, the story centers around a reporter named Vivian Appleseed who tries to not get fat (Spoilers it doesn't go too well.).  Anywho, hope you enjoy the story.
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Story Suggestions

Sat Jul 5, 2014, 1:10 PM


So here's the thing.  I'm actually working on a secret story series that involves all kinda of different expansions as well as other types of transformations in general.  Now the thing is that I actually need help coming up with some ideas for the story.  That's where you come in.  Feel free to suggest any types of transformations you can thing of.  Try to keep it within the realm of expansion, but still come up with an idea if you think it can work.  And I'll see about getting it made into the series.  Now there's no guarantee that I'll use your idea.  Again, this is for suggestions, not requests.  If I do choose your idea, I'll be sure to mention it in the final product.

  • Listening to: Two Door Cinima Club
  • Playing: Sir Yo Are Being Hunted
  • Eating: Goldfish
  • Drinking: Ice Tea

Story Suggestions

Sat Jul 5, 2014, 1:10 PM


So here's the thing.  I'm actually working on a secret story series that involves all kinda of different expansions as well as other types of transformations in general.  Now the thing is that I actually need help coming up with some ideas for the story.  That's where you come in.  Feel free to suggest any types of transformations you can thing of.  Try to keep it within the realm of expansion, but still come up with an idea if you think it can work.  And I'll see about getting it made into the series.  Now there's no guarantee that I'll use your idea.  Again, this is for suggestions, not requests.  If I do choose your idea, I'll be sure to mention it in the final product.

  • Listening to: Two Door Cinima Club
  • Playing: Sir Yo Are Being Hunted
  • Eating: Goldfish
  • Drinking: Ice Tea

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maro03363 Featured By Owner Mar 7, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
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Hello there.
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Heya.
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I guess it's the first time I talk to you, isn't it?
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Hey there, just dropping by to thank you for the watch! :)
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thank you so much for the watch too ^o^
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