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A giant, wobbling blob sat in the middle of an incredibly spacious, dimly lit room, its mass never seeming to stop jiggling about even after what little movement it could possibly do stopped minutes before. The room was "decorated" with wrappers, boxes, cans, and kegs of various fast food joints and soft drinks respectively. Further decorating the room were pictures of a Pokemon: one they call a Primarina. Several of them were hung on the wall, and they all shared a certain trend. In each of the pictures, it seemed that the Primarina was growing fatter. Much fatter. Incredulously fatter. It was almost like a storyboard of a weight gain animation, with the most recent picture coming nowhere close to the blob's current size. It was huge, capable of overfilling the largest of swimming pools by a considerable amount; nearly twice over. The blob itself, a mixture of pure, snow white on the front half and sea blue on the back half, ending off with what appeared to be an incredibly fat packed tail flipper. From within the blob, a long, satisfied with be heard; clearly this thing was alive, and enjoying its overgrown state. It does its best to hoist up one of its lard-laden flippers, and quickly brings it back down onto its white, flabby belly, which causes the blob to wobble about greatly like a pile of Jello. The blob moans as it feels its entire body jiggling non-stop; the folds of its body slapping against one another in the most pleasurable way the blob can ever imagine. It loved it; every single part of it. The way it's fat sloshed audibly within it, they way it pressed against itself and on her insides, the way it expanded with every gulp of calorie-riddled food it consumed with reckless abandon, it all brought the blob immense joy.


With another heavy sigh and ominous gurgling coming from the mountainous mound of flesh, a beeping could be heard coming from the top of the room. Shortly after it stopped, a small door on the ceiling opened up and down came a clear rubber tube, which somehow neatly inserted itself between what seemed to be the blob's engorged cheeks and numerous neck rolls, into the divot that seemed to be the source of those mounds of blubber. Soon the hose bulged out immensely with a thick, beige colored fluid, and it flowed directly into what was presumed to be the mouth of the creature. Deep gulps could be heard from within the mountain, and with every gulp its already ludicrous amount of lard expanded further, taking up even more space within the room. The trash from its previous meals were getting sucked under the expanding mound, and it's body continued to slosh about with reckless abandon as it chugged the ever-fattening liquid. Groans and moans emanated from within as the blob felt its hide stretch and grow outwards to accommodate its increasing inner mass, and if listened closely one could hear the skin of the blob stretch audibly as its insides rapidly expanded, causing the creature to drown further in its own fat-packed body, which it had purposefully put on.


More, more, it always wished for more, believing that every ounce packed into its body made it all the more beautiful and appealing. And it was right, at least in terms to its fan. Everyone who knew it adored its size, and always wanted to see it grow all the more massive, to sizes one cannot even imagine or even think are possible. What had started with just a small amount of pudge in a Primarina had grown an immense, indistinguishable mountain of flesh that only seeked to expand itself, regardless of the consequences that came with being so huge. After all, what could be more satisfying than having one's own body be at a non-stop wobble as it grows beyond anyone's imagination?


An hour passed, and the caloric sludge that was being pumped into the blob had stopped. With its job done, the hose was retracted, leaving the blob nearly thrice as big as it was earlier. The thing shifted its weight as best as it could, just causing it to slosh about in the most pleasurable of ways. Deep within the cheeks and neck rolls of the blob lied the dainty face of a Primarina. Sighing and belching loudly and heartily, it gripped whatever it could of its immense stomach and gave it a good shake, moaning at the sensation of its body moving well after its action. Life was good for the former pop star after it gave up singing for a life of pure gluttony and gaining, and it wouldn't want it any other way...