Who knew how much time had passed, by the time Ishma and Adam regained consciousness after losing for a second time from all that feeding. The only thing they could remember was how hungry they were and how tasty the food was, and that they needed to eat more, to GROW more.

Once, they both laid eyes on each other's blubber bodies, they understood the gravity of their situation, and speaking of gravity, they hadn't felt it for a while after being suspended in midair. They both found themselves struggling to even stand as their massive guts and blubbery asses felt extremely heavy.

They had to adapt to a wider stance but even then, their thunderous thighs kept on rubbing each other. They hadn't done anything yet, and they were already sweaty and breathing heavily from just standing.

Their moobs raised up and down letting them see how out of shape they were. Ishma cupped one with his paw and felt how it spilled from all directions from it, he also felt a breeze on his rump, his pants had obviously given out from the massive expansion his body had undergone.

This felt so weird, and he knew it wasn't right. Moving his much heavier and flabby arms, he explored his new body, his tail swayed from side to side unable to hide his excitement, watching Adam already pushing the table away with his giant gut, trying to lean forward, fat arms stretching to get more food had him hot under his fur.

The hunger returned, and he himself wanted to pig out like his partner. With his belly on top of the table and his moobs pressing against his swollen chin that had fused with his neck he started devouring the small fruit pies in front of him. But this time, he was the one doing by himself, he didn't need any coaxing, no food getting delivered to his mouth. And then he realized it. They had been left alone. Just two fat asses gorging nonstop without any magic shenanigans happening.

The food on the table wasn't reappearing either. Maybe the curse just fattens you up until a certain size and then once it hooks you up on food and feels you do the rest yourself, it'll let you roam around free? Who knew! The only thing certain was that they had regained their mobility and were free to leave.

Still eating mini pies at an alarming rate, he threw some at Adam. The big dragon drinking straight from a gravy bowl was hit in the eye by one, and with an annoyed expression, gravy rolling from his fat cheeks, asked what the big deal was.

Ishma explained to him what he thought was going on, although it was hard to understand him from all the munching and swallowing, he was doing. Adam had never seen him act in such a greedy way, the wolf used to be more dignified when eating, but the hog in front of him kept on tearing apart those meat cutlets while carrying as much food as possible on his arms before leaving the room.

Ishma had figured out that as long as the curse sees them feeding themselves, they will be able to keep on moving, so he told Adam to carry as much food as he could in order for them to get back into trying to find the exit.

The idea was sound, but the execution was something else. Moving with their new added masses had proved to be a monumental task for both, especially Ishma since, despite being less fat than Adam, he didn't have the dragon's strength. His knees and feet were killing him after just a couple of minutes from walking outside the room, which prompted him to stress-eat to dull the pain.

Adam was faced with another dilemma, once they got out of the room, the dark halls had been illuminated by shiny trays and packed with food from wall to wall, he smelled many new food scents he hadn't before, and he kept on stopping to "get a taste" of the new delicacies the dungeon offered despite him carrying bucketfuls of food under his heavy arms.

Ishma: "For the last time Adam, move that fat arse of yours, we gotta get the hell out of here!... You know how long it's gonna take us to lose all this weight? I don't wanna get fatter, so move it!"

Adam: "Showree (Sorry)…"

That's all Adam could say through a mouthful of turkey leg to a disgruntled Ishma who was himself eating some roasted chicken and who had also inadvertently stirred up the curse back in motion from his last remark about wanting to lose weight.

Apparently, the prospect and mention of diets was banned under the rule of the greedy king, any who disobey his ruling would find themselves locked away in a dark dungeon and be left to starve to death. The curse took another approach to this, and instead, it would actively feed the offender until they became a living image of gluttony, a mountain of lard just like the late King was.

Just like less than a couple hours ago, both adventures found themselves being bombarded with food from every direction, all they could do was try to run away, but at their size, it was more of an aggressive waddle, their bodies making heavy slap sounds as their underbellies clashed against his thighs and knees.

Adam: "Ishi, you shouldn't have said that…"

Ishma: "S-shut up and keep running dammit!"

As the two fatties tried to escape the parade of food behind them, they weren't aware of the food tsunami waiting for them right around the corner. There was no escape for either of them, their fate had been sealed from the moment they stepped inside this cursed dungeon without protection.

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