The Snackrooms Current Version

<== <h1>''The (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms] ''</h1><h2>Version 4.08 | By (text-colour: "Gold")[SkeleSoda]</h2>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ''Let's create your character by first picking your preferred body physique'' ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-style: "bold")[(text-colour: "Gold")[[🟡 Male->male]]] (text-colour: "Gold")[[🟡 Female->female]] (text-colour: "Gold")[[🟡 Gender Neutral (No mention of private parts) ->neutral]] =><= (text-colour: "Gold")[[Credits->Credits]] (set: $startweight to 120) (set:$scale to 120) (set: $weight to 0) (set: $fatlevel to 0) (set:$fatlevelTemp to 0) (set:$willCheck to 0) (set: $name to "default") (set:$foodin to 0) (set:$maxin to 5) (set: $insatiableCheck to false) (set: $mobilityCheck to false) (set: $stuckCheck to false) (set: $ripCheck to false) (set: $feedCheck1 to false) (set: $immobile to false) (set: $finale to false) (set: $willpower to 3) (set:$AFat to 0) (set:$TFat to 0) (set:$Tfatlevel to 0) (set:$AFat to 0) (set:$Afatlevel to 0) (set:$key1 to false) (set:$turncount to 0) (set:$act1 to false) (set: $immobileSolo to false) (set: $Aimmobile to false) (set: $Timmobile to false) (set: $taylorLove to 0) (set: $alexLove to 0)

{(if: $fatlevel >= 1.5)[(set: $moveverb to "waddle")] (else:)[(set: $moveverb to "walk")] (if: $fatlevel >= 1.5)[(set: $moveverbing to "waddling")] (else:)[(set: $moveverbing to "walking")]}

|macro>[(display: "WaddleVerb")]

=><= ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (set: $female to true)\ (text-style: "bold")[(text-colour: "Gold")[[🟡 Name your character->name]]] -------------------------------------------------------------------------

=><= ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (set: $male to true)\ (text-style: "bold")[(text-colour: "Gold")[[🟡 Name your character->name]]] -------------------------------------------------------------------------

=><= ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-style: "bold")[ [[🟡 Name your character->name]]] -------------------------------------------------------------------------

=><= (text-colour: "Gold")[(put: (prompt:"✏️ Enter your character's name","") into $name)]\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (if: $name is "")[(text-colour: "red")[[Please enter a name->name]]]\ (else:)[(text-style: "bold")[(text-colour: "Gold")[[🟡Wake up $name ->Wake Up]]]] -------------------------------------------------------------------------

<== You awaken with a start, disoriented and bewildered. The dim, flickering light reveals unfamiliar surroundings, and a sense of foreboding washes over you. You've found yourself in a place that defies all logic, a place known as the Snackrooms, a macabre twist on the backrooms. As you struggle to gather your bearings, the hunger pangs hit you like a tidal wave. It's as if your stomach is a bottomless pit, and the intense cravings for food gnaw at your insides. You realize that you're not alone in this bewildering labyrinth; the aroma of greasy snacks and treats permeates the air, beckoning you forward. Will you give in to your ravenous appetite, indulging in the ever-present snacks that surround you, or will you muster the strength to resist and find a way out of this perplexing and perilous maze? Your fate is hanging in the balance, and every choice you make will influence your journey through the Snackrooms. Can you overcome your hunger, navigate the labyrinth, and ultimately escape from this nightmarish realm, or will you become a prisoner of your own insatiable cravings? ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour: "Gold")[[🟡 Enter The Snackrooms ->HUB Intro]]

(if:$weight > 4)[(set: $fatlevel to 0.5)]\ (if:$weight > 9)[(set: $fatlevel to 1)]\ (if:$weight > 14)[(set: $fatlevel to 1.5)]\ (if:$weight > 19)[(set: $fatlevel to 2)]\ (if:$weight > 24)[(set: $fatlevel to 2.5)]\ (if:$weight > 29)[(set: $fatlevel to 3)]\ (if:$weight > 34)[(set: $fatlevel to 3.5)]\ (if:$weight > 39)[(set: $fatlevel to 4)]\ (if:$weight > 44)[(set: $fatlevel to 4.5)]\ (if:$TFat > 3)[(set: $Tfatlevel to 0.5)]\ (if:$TFat > 8)[(set: $Tfatlevel to 1)]\ (if:$TFat > 13)[(set: $Tfatlevel to 1.5)]\ (if:$TFat > 18)[(set: $Tfatlevel to 2)]\ (if:$TFat > 23)[(set: $Tfatlevel to 2.5)]\ (if:$TFat > 28)[(set: $Tfatlevel to 3)]\ (if:$TFat > 33)[(set: $Tfatlevel to 3.5)]\ (if:$TFat > 38)[(set: $Tfatlevel to 4)]\ (if:$TFat > 43)[(set: $Tfatlevel to 4.5)]\ (if:$AFat > 3)[(set: $Afatlevel to 0.5)]\ (if:$AFat > 8)[(set: $Afatlevel to 1)]\ (if:$AFat > 13)[(set: $Afatlevel to 1.5)]\ (if:$AFat > 18)[(set: $Afatlevel to 2)]\ (if:$AFat > 23)[(set: $Afatlevel to 2.5)]\ (if:$AFat > 28)[(set: $Afatlevel to 3)]\ (if:$AFat > 33)[(set: $Afatlevel to 3.5)]\ (if:$AFat > 38)[(set: $Afatlevel to 4)]\ (if:$AFat > 43)[(set: $Afatlevel to 4.5)]\ (if:$fatlevel>2)[(set:$maxin to 10)]\ (if:$Tfatlevel>4.5)[(set: $Timmobile to true)] (if:$Afatlevel>4.5)[(set: $Aimmobile to true)] (set: $Tdominance_meter = ($TFat - $weight) + ($TFat - $AFat) ) (set: $Adominance_meter = ($AFat - $weight) + ($AFat - $TFat) ) (set: $event = (either: "Event1", "Event2","Event3","Event4","Event5","Event6","Event7","Event8","Event9", "Event10")) (set: $event1 = (either: "Finale")) (set: $tempSFX = (either: "*blurRRPPhh*", "*urrrPPhhh*", "*OOOOHHHHRRRRP*", "*bworrRPPpp*","*blurrRRPPP*","*grrrrRRPPp*","*hrrpPPPHH*","*gurrrPP*","*ouurRRPp*")) (set: $tempSFX2 = (either: "*blurRRPPhh*", "*urrrPPhhh*", "*OOOOHHHHRRRRP*", "*bworrRPPpp*","*blurrRRPPP*","*grrrrRRPPp*","*hrrpPPPHH*","*gurrrPP*","*ouurRRPp*")) (set: $tempSFX3 = (either: "*wheeze*", "*huff*", "*puff*", "*groan*", "...*whimper*...","*gasp*", "*mmpphhff*"))\ (set: $tempTemp = (either: "Oink, oink! Time for another snack, $name.","Keep pigging out hog!","Keep eating $name","You're such a slob $name!","Oink, oink! Time for another snack, little hog!","Huff and puff, little hog, the snacks won't finish themselves!","Fat as a hog and twice as greedy, keep waddling $name!","Gluttonous little piggy, the Snackrooms are your trough!","Greedy little porker, still craving more?", "Slop-loving piggy, can't resist the next trough of treats!", "Waddle on, little hoglet, the Snackrooms feast awaits!", "Chow down, porker! The Snackrooms love a little pig like you $name.", "Huff and puff, little hog, keep feeding that endless hunger!"))\ (set: $tempMessages = (either:"Indulge and Expand $name", "Can't Resist, Can You $name?","A few snacks won't hurt, tubby. Your addiction is your destiny!","No Turning Back $name","Embrace the Greed $name","Path of No Return $name","Doomed to Devour $name","Rotund and Helpless $name","Swallow Your Pride $name","Pleasure in Every Pound $name","Glutton's Paradise $name","Greed Grows, So Do You $name","Obese and Oblivious $name","Feast on Regret $name","Bigger, Weaker, Wobblier $name","Pig out, butterball, roll on! The snacks are your only friends"))\ (set: $tempEAT = (either:"Unable to resist your overwhelming hunger, you devour the food in front of you.","Your insatiable appetite takes over, and you find yourself consuming the food greedily.","Driven by an uncontrollable craving, you eagerly scarf down the meal before you.","The gnawing hunger within you demands satisfaction, and you ravenously consume the food.","You surrender to your intense hunger, quickly devouring the food in front of you.","Compelled by a powerful craving, you hungrily consume every morsel.","Your ravenous appetite dictates your actions, leading you to devour the food eagerly.","Overcome by an insatiable need, you hastily consume the meal laid out before you.","Your body's demand for sustenance is irresistible, and you wolf down the food.","The intense hunger gnaws at you, and you find yourself devouring the food without hesitation.")) (set: $tempfood1 = (either: "Greasy Cheeseburgers 🍔: Glistening with melted cheese, succulent beef patties, and crispy bacon, these burgers are a mouthwatering temptation.", "Decadent Cake 🎂: A slice of pure indulgence, is a symphony of flavors and textures. The moist, velvety layers of chocolate cake are generously slathered with rich, creamy frosting, each bite a delightful fusion of sweetness and depth.", "Endless French Fries 🍟: Golden and piping hot, these fries are drenched in oil and salt, offering a satisfying crunch with every bite.","Glazed Donuts 🍩: Soft and sweet, these donuts are coated in sugary glaze, practically begging you to take a bite.","Jumbo-Sized Pizza Slices 🍕: These gigantic pizza slices are smothered in gooey cheese and piled high with your favorite toppings, each slice a meal in itself.","Creamy Milkshakes 🥤: Thick and indulgent, these milkshakes come in a variety of flavors, from chocolate to strawberry, and they practically beg for you to slurp them down.","Overflowing Ice Cream Sundaes 🍨: These towering sundaes feature scoops of rich, creamy ice cream topped with a cascade of syrups, whipped cream, and a rainbow of sprinkles.","Sticky Cinnamon Rolls: Warm and freshly baked, these rolls are slathered in buttery cinnamon sugar and smothered with a sweet icing.", "Deep-Fried Everything: From deep-fried Oreos to Twinkies and even butter, these snacks are a crispy, calorie-laden delight.", "Loaded Nachos: A mountain of crispy tortilla chips, smothered in melted cheese, sour cream, guacamole, and spicy jalapeños.","Chocolate-Drenched Brownies: Soft and decadent, these brownies are oozing with melted chocolate, a dessert lover's dream.", "Fried Chicken Drumsticks 🍗: Crispy, golden-brown skin and tender, juicy meat make these drumsticks incredibly tempting.", "Syrup-Soaked Pancakes 🥞: Fluffy stacks of pancakes, drenched in sweet syrup and topped with a pat of melting butter.","Bacon-Wrapped Mozzarella Sticks: Crispy bacon envelopes mozzarella sticks, creating a savory, cheesy, and meaty combination that's impossible to resist.","Cheesecake with Raspberry Swirls: A creamy, decadent cheesecake with vibrant raspberry swirls, delivering a sweet and tangy flavor explosion.","Churros with Chocolate Dipping Sauce: Long, golden churros dusted with cinnamon and sugar, served with a rich, velvety chocolate sauce for dipping." )) (set:$tempfood = (either: "Greasy", "Greasy", "Butter-drenched", "Deep-fried", "Creamy", "Sinfully Rich", "Decadent", "Indulgent", "Calorie-laden", "Saturated", "Luscious", "Overloaded", "Sugary", "Cheesy", "Buttery", "Whipped", "Fried", "Double-layered", "Extra creamy", "Gooey", "Heavenly", "Deliciously Fatty", "Excessively Buttery", "Super Decadent", "Unhealthy", "Incredibly Rich", "Velvety", "Divinely Indulgent", "Butter-soaked", "Irresistibly Creamy", "Ultra Satisfying", "Gluttonous", "Irresponsible", "Mouthwatering", "Seductive", "Calorific", "Decadently Sweet", "Lavish", "Opulent", "Delightfully Sinful", "Sumptuous", "Butter-coated", "Hedonistic", "Irresistible", "Deliciously Deep-fried", "Scrumptious", "Flavorful", "Indulgence Personified", "Delectable", "Savory", "Sinfully Satisfying", "Unapologetic", "Butter-dripping", "Over-the-top", "Unrestrained", "Satisfyingly Greasy", "Decadently Delicious", "Sensational", "Overindulgent", "Luxurious", "Irresistibly Gooey", "Lip-smacking", "Finger-licking", "Incredibly Decadent", "Sinful", "Butter-infused", "Unbelievably Rich", "Gorgeously Fatty", "Scandalous", "Indulgence in Every Bite", "Decadently Creamy", "Butter-laden", "Over-the-top Delicious", "Hedonistically Satisfying", "Delightfully Unhealthy", "Delectably Greasy", "Heart Stopping", "Artery Clogging", "Divinely Sweet", "Flavor Explosion", "Intensely Fattening", "Sensuously Rich", "Inordinately Creamy", "Butter-soaked Delight", "Seductively Satisfying", "Unabashedly Indulgent", "Sumptuously Decadent", "Excessively Sinful", "Unrestrained Luxury", "Indulgence Elevated", "Unapologetically Fatty", "Unbelievably Delicious", "Sensory Overload", "Butter-drenched Extravaganza", "Outrageously Rich", "Decadent Delight", "Guiltily Delicious", "Scrumptiously Irresistible", "Butter-oozing", "Extravagantly Creamy", "Indulgent Sensation", "Deliciously Hedonistic", "Intensely Satisfying", "Sinfully Delectable", "Luxuriously Fatty", "Butter-saturated", "Over-the-top Sinful", "Ultimate Decadence", "Exquisitely Rich", "Seductively Creamy") + (either:" Pizza 🍕 "," Burger 🍔 "," Pasta 🍝 "," Steak 🥩"," Cake 🎂 ", " Ice Cream 🍨 ", " Butter 🧈 "," Curry 🍛"," Hot Dog 🌭 "," Burrito 🌯 "," Pancakes 🥞 ", " Tacos 🌮 "," Bacon 🥓 ", " Sandwich 🥪 ", " Pie 🥧 ", " Muffins 🧁 ", " Dumplings 🍗 "," Fries 🍟"," Sushi 🍣 "," Waffles 🥞 ", " Donuts 🍩 ", " Chocolate 🍫 ", " Crispy Chicken 🍗 ") + (either: "with extra butter", "topped with bacon", "covered in cheese", "smothered in cream sauce", "drizzled with chocolate", "loaded with whipped cream", "drenched in caramel", "infused with heavy cream", "smothered in gravy", "glazed with sugar", "sprinkled with powdered sugar", "coated in mayonnaise", "soaked in syrup", "stuffed with cream cheese", "doused in ranch dressing", "garnished with fried onions", "swirled with melted chocolate", "layered with marshmallows", "infused with truffle oil", "smothered in hollandaise sauce", "dripping with cheese sauce", "covered in breadcrumbs", "bathed in oil", "showered with sprinkles", "laden with nuts", "oozing with melted cheese", "caramelized to perfection", "blanketed in gravy", "that's fried to a crisp", "encrusted with buttery pastry", "doused in hot fudge", "swathed in whipped butter", "stuffed with sausage", "enveloped in a flaky crust", "coated in melted caramel", "drenched in cheese dip", "rolled in bacon bits", "dripping with melted butter", "smothered in creamy alfredo sauce", "topped with sour cream", "covered in powdered sugar", "infused with bacon grease", "glazed with honey", "soaked in butter", "laden with lard", "loaded with mayonnaise", "swirled with peanut butter", "soaked in sweet syrup", "drenched in tangy barbecue sauce", "layered with macaroni and cheese", "coated in sweet glaze", "sprinkled with cinnamon sugar", "doused in creamy garlic sauce", "bathed in rich gravy", "drizzled with melted caramel", "topped with whipped cream", "smothered in spicy salsa", "dripping with melted chocolate", "stuffed with gooey cheese", "encrusted with crushed cookies", "coated in zesty marinara sauce", "drenched in buttery hollandaise", "infused with tangy barbecue flavor", "covered in crunchy breadcrumbs", "laden with gooey marshmallows", "swathed in silky chocolate sauce", "showered with shredded coconut", "soaked in velvety cheese sauce", "glazed with maple syrup", "loaded with whipped butter", "drizzled with sweet glaze", "smothered in spicy buffalo sauce", "doused in creamy cheese dip", "topped with savory gravy", "covered in gooey caramel", "infused with aromatic garlic", "sprinkled with grated parmesan", "dripping with luscious cream sauce", "stuffed with juicy bacon", "encrusted with seasoned breadcrumbs", "coated in zesty chipotle sauce", "drenched in velvety chocolate", "swirled with tangy barbecue sauce", "bathed in melted cheese", "glazed with sticky honey", "loaded with creamy mayonnaise", "drizzled with smooth peanut butter", "smothered in warm marinara sauce", "doused in cheesy garlic butter", "topped with sizzling bacon", "covered in gooey cheese sauce", "infused with spicy jalapenos", "sprinkled with aromatic herbs", "dripping with melted caramel sauce", "stuffed with melted cheddar", "encrusted with flaky panko breadcrumbs", "coated in tangy barbecue glaze", "soaked in sweet chocolate syrup", "glazed with velvety cream cheese frosting", "loaded with melted butter", "drizzled with rich chocolate sauce", "smothered in zesty salsa verde", "doused in creamy garlic Parmesan sauce", "topped with crispy fried onions", "covered in creamy cheese fondue", "infused with smoky barbecue flavor", "sprinkled with spicy chili flakes", "dripping with melted Nutella", "stuffed with melty mozzarella", "encrusted with golden breadcrumbs", "coated in tangy teriyaki glaze", "drenched in silky caramel sauce", "swirled with tangy buffalo sauce", "bathed in gooey cheese", "glazed with sticky maple syrup"))

(set: _tempRand to (random:5))\ (set: _tempRand1 to (random:5))\ (set: _tempRand2 to (random:5))\ <== (if:$fatlevel > $fatlevelTemp)[(text-style: "italic")[(text-style: "bold")[You feel as if you've gotten significantly bigger. ]]\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (set:$fatlevelTemp to $fatlevel)]\ You (if: $fatlevel >2)[slowly ]$moveverb through the dimly lit hallway(if:$fatlevel >2)[ letting out (text-style: "blur")[(text-style: "fade-in-out")[huffs]] and (text-style: "blur")[(text-style: "fade-in-out")[puffs]].] (if:$fatlevel > 2.5)[ [(text-colour:"pink")[Your body is covered in the remnants of past meals, as you've grown you've gotten more and more sloppy with how you eat. Sauce, stains and bits of food cover your cheeks and chins, your hands sticky with food residue but still your body wants more. 🐷]]](if:$fatlevel > 3)[ [(text-colour:"pink")[Your flabby body is covered in sweat from you slowest waddling pace, your slick rolls make wet slapping noises as you plod along to your next meal. 💦]]] (if:_tempRand1 < 4)[As you're $moveverbing through the Snackrooms you come across some food. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- ''What do you do?'' (if:$fatlevel<2.5)[(text-colour:"Gold")[(link: "🟡 Give in and eat 🍽")[(go-to: "Eating")]] (if: $Timmobile is false)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[[[🟣 Feed Taylor 🍽->FeedTaylor]]]]\ (if: $Aimmobile is false)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[[[🟠 Feed Alex 🍽->FeedAlex]]]]\ ](else:)[(text-colour:"pink")[[[🐷 Pig Out! ->Eating]] You can't resist the temptation to act like a hog. 🐖] (if: $Timmobile is false)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[[[🟣 Feed Taylor 🍽->FeedTaylor]]]]\ (if: $Aimmobile is false)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[[[🟠 Feed Alex 🍽->FeedAlex]]]]\ ]\ ]\ (else-if:_tempRand1 < 5 )[As you navigate the Snackrooms, the environment seems to whisper and tease, a constant temptation that lures you further into their gluttonous transformation. 👂 (text-style: "italic")[(text-style: "bold")[$tempTemp]] [[Continue On->Nav]]]\ (else-if:_tempRand1 < 6 )[(if:$fatlevel<2.5)[You come across what seems to be greasy smears on the wall but on closer inspection they're messages. 🔎 (text-style: "italic")[(text-style: "bold")[$tempMessages]] [[Continue On->Nav]]\ ] (else:)[You're not used to your new unwieldly body, you find yourself bumping your flabby sides into the walls leaving greasy stains and having to manoeuvre your wide body through doorways. Your mobility and dexterity instill a sense of dread as you feel yourself succumbing to the Snackrooms. 😩 [[Continue On->Nav]]]]\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour:"Gold")[[[🟡 Examine your body ⚖️-> WeightCheck]]] (if: $fatlevel > 1.5 )[(text-colour:"Gold")[[[🫳 Play with your flab 🥵->Play with your flab]]]] ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (if: $Timmobile is false)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[[🟣 Talk to Taylor 💬->TaylorTalk]]](else:)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[(text-style: "bold")[🚷Taylor was left behind 💔]]] (if: $Aimmobile is false)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[[🟠 Talk to Alex 💬->AlexTalk]]](else:)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[(text-style: "bold")[🚷Alex was left behind 💔]]] ------------------------------------------------------------------------- \ (if: _tempRand2 < 2 and $Aimmobile is false and $Timmobile is false)[ (text-colour:"Gold")[ [[🟡Alex and Taylor start arguing again ⚔️->Argue]]] ]\ (else:)[]\ (if: $taylorLove > 5)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[[[🟣Have some fun with Taylor 💓->TaylorLove]]]] (if: $alexLove > 5)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[[[🟠Have some fun with Alex 💓->AlexLove]]]]\ [[Cheats->DevTest]]

(set: _tempRand to (random:1,10))\ (set: _tempEvent = (either: "$event", "$event1")) <== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Eating]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (if:$fatlevel > 2.5)[Your heart races with desire as you try to extend your arms and fingers, desperate to grasp the food that seems so close yet remain frustratingly out of reach. Your hands tremble with anticipation, and you stretch your body as far as it will go. With a sense of desperation and longing, you extend your pudgy arms toward the tempting snacks, fingers quivering in anticipation. Sweating and wheezing for air you're rewarded with your fattening treat.] (If:$fatlevel < 2)[You come across (text-style: "bold")[(text-colour:"pink")[ $tempfood1]] \ (text-style: "bold")[(text-colour:"pink")[*$tempEAT*]]] (else-if:$fatlevel < 4)[You come across (text-style: "bold")[(text-colour:"pink")[ $tempfood ]] \ (text-style: "bold")[(text-colour:"pink")[*$tempEAT*]]]\ (else:)[(text-colour:"pink")[Your food addicted mind doesn't even comprehend the slop you're shovleing down your gluttonous throat anymore, you're driven by the primal instinct to consume. 🐷]]\ \ (if: $fatlevel >1)[ You let out a massive belch due to your recent feast (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[''$tempSFX''] \ ]]\ \ (if:$fatlevel >2)[Your turgid gut (text-style: "blur")[(text-style: "fade-in-out")[groans]] after your indulgence. ]\ (set:$weight to $weight + 1)\ \ (if:$fatlevel < 4)[(if:$fatlevel > 1.5 and $insatiableCheck is false)[[[Your Addicton Grows ->Insatiable]]]\ (else-if:$fatlevel > 1.5 and $ripCheck is false)[[[Your hear your clothes start to tear... ->Rip]]]\ (else-if:$fatlevel > 2 and $mobilityCheck is false)[[[Your Mobility Wanes ->Mobility]]]\ (else-if: $fatlevel >2.5 and $stuckCheck is false)[[[The hallway feels like it's getting narrower...->Stuck]]]\ (else-if: $fatlevel >3 and $feedCheck1 is false)[(if: $Timmobile is false and $Aimmobile is false)[[[You see Alex and Taylor approaching you with food...->Feed A T]]](else-if:$Timmobile is true and $Aimmobile is false)[[[You see Alex approaching you with food...->Feed A]]](else-if:$Timmobile is false and $Aimmobile is true)[[[You see Taylor approaching you with food...->Feed T]]](else-if: $Timmobile is true and $Aimmobile is true)[(link-goto: "You see something ahead... 🔎", $event)]] (else:)[(link-goto: "You see something ahead... 🔎", $event)]]\ (else:)[[[You finally see the exit sign->Finale]]] (set:$turncount to $turncount +1)

<== (if: $fatlevel <0.5)[<h3>(text-style: "italic")[Trim and Fit]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- You have a relatively average physique, with no significant signs of excess weight. Your body is toned, and your clothes fit comfortably. Your chest, thighs, and ass are proportional and unremarkable. You're the same as when you entered the Snackrooms albeit very, very hungry]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 1)[<h3>(text-style: "italic")[Curious Craver]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- You've taken your first bites, and you can see a subtle change in your appearance. Your cheeks are slightly fuller, and your chest may have gained a slight fullness. Your clothes are starting to hug your thighs a bit more snugly. You notice the first hints of a soft, emerging belly, and your cravings for more snacks are growing stronger.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 1.5)[<h3>(text-style: "italic")[Snack Enthusiast]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your once-slender frame is beginning to disappear as your body fills out. Your face has rounded, and a slight double chin has formed. Your fupa has grown more pronounced, jutting out with a delightful softness. Your thighs have thickened, making them press together as you move. Your butt has taken on a rounder, fuller shape, enhancing your curves, and you're increasingly aware of your soft, expanding belly that peeks out, testing the seams of your clothing. You're noticeably rounder, and the snacks have left a mark on your physique.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 2)[<h3>(text-style: "italic")[Bulging Binger]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The change in your body is evident. Your face has grown noticeably fuller, and your neck has vanished into soft flesh. Your chest has grown notably larger and your belly protrudes heavily, creating an undeniable paunch that strains the seams of your clothes. Your fupa protrudes noticeably, a plush mound that invites a gentle touch. You waddle instead of walk, and your once active lifestyle is but a distant memory.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 2.5)[<h3>(text-style: "italic")[Greedily Gluttonous]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- You've gained significant weight, and it shows. Your face is round and puffy, with multiple chins. Your limbs have thickened, and your once-taut skin is now stretched tightly over layers of fat. Your fupa has developed into a prominent, cushiony mound, resting upon your thighs. Your cleavage is deep and inviting, an irresistible valley between your ample bosom. Your thighs have expanded into colossal pillars, causing you to waddle with every step, your skin chafing as they rub together. Your belly now hangs heavily, making it difficult to see your feet, and you've surrendered to the hedonistic pleasure of constant indulgence.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 3)[<h3>(text-style: "italic")[Ravenous Roamer]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your body is massive, and your mobility is severely impaired. Your face is nearly unrecognizable, buried under layers of flab. Your arms and legs are thick and swollen, and you can barely lift them. Your chest has ballooned to an enormous size, and hangs heavily on your chest, dominating your upper body. Your ass has grown into a quivering lardy mass covered in cellulite. Your belly has grown into a pendulous mass sways and jiggles with your every movement. It's an unwieldy expanse that now fully blocks your view of your feet, hanging heavily and resting upon your thighs. Your existence is consumed by one never-ending feast.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <3.5)[<h3>(text-style: "italic")[Sloppy Sow]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your body has reached an unprecedented level of girth and gluttony. Your once-defined features have vanished beneath layers of soft, quivering fat. Your cheeks are plump and jowly, obscuring any trace of your jawline. Your neck has disappeared, and your double chin has multiplied, leaving you with a series of heavy, flabby rolls. Your shoulders are now broad and sagging, and your arms are disproportionately thick, making simple tasks an arduous effort. Your chest has swelled to an astonishing size, each one resembling a massive, fleshy melon. They rest heavily on your expansive belly, causing deep cleavage that often catches crumbs and greasy stains from your endless snacking. Your belly has grown even more pendulous, a massive apron of fat that hangs low, concealing your view of your lower body. Your thighs are lard filled tree trunks, causing you to waddle awkwardly with each step, your skin chafing painfully as they brush against each other. Your ass is an enormous mound, jiggling with the slightest movement. You are still not used to having it jut out like a shelf, you feel less in control of your body as you grow. Your legs are swollen and unshapely, and your calves have lost all definition. You've become undiably fat and it's hard to believe you were ever thin.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 4)[<h3>(text-style: "italic")[Gluttonous Goliath]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your body has expanded to an unimaginable size. Your face is engulfed by fat and any time you try and move your head you're met by flabby resistance. Your limbs have become nearly immobile laying pretty much useless at your sides. Your belly is a colossal, quivering expanse that reaches your shins and is almost begging to touch the floor, you're completely controlled by your insatiable appetite. Your overfilled slab of a belly is covered in angry strechmarks due to your rapid gain. Your fupa is an enormous pouch that sways as you waddle. You've become a slobbering, wheezing, wobbling mass of flesh.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 4.5)[<h3>(text-style: "italic")[Morbidly Obese Monstrosity]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your body has reached a nightmarish state of morbid obesity, teetering on the precipice of immobility. Your face is nearly unrecognizable, buried under layers of fat, and your limbs are now unwieldy and sluggish, each step a monumental effort. Your clothing is a distant memory, replaced by tattered fabric barely covering your immense form. Your breasts have ballooned to an extraordinary size, and they rest heavily on your expansive belly. Your thighs have merged into colossal pillars, and your ass is a quivering, mountainous mound. (if:$male is true)[Your fupa hangs low, completely engulfing your private parts. You can feel your burried cock stirring as each jiggly step makes your meaty fupa jack you off, you're hard all the time now and can feel your fupa dribbling.](if:$female is true)[Your fupa hangs low, completely engulfing your private parts. You can feel your pussy throb beneath all of your quivering rolls of flab, each step causes your fupa to jiggle violently sending waves of pleasure through your weak body.] \ Your belly is a colossal, pendulous mass that threatens to touch the ground with each laborious shuffle. Your existence is now marked by the impending certainty of immobility, a point you're rapidly approaching in your journey through the Snackrooms.]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 5)[<h3>(text-style: "italic")[ Immobilized Indulgence]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- You've reached the point of no return, a nightmarish final stage of immobility. Your body has swelled to such an enormous size that even the simplest movements are impossible. Your chest now engulfs your upper body, losing the battle against gravity they sag either side of your immense belly. Your thighs have merged into a colossal, fleshy mass that stretches outward in all directions. Your ass is a mountainous expanse that occupies an entire room. Your belly has grown into a massive, pendulous dome that completely obscures your vision and spreads across the floor. You can't help but blush feeling your immense flab touching the walls around you, you never thought someone could get so big. You lie helplessly on the floor, unable to lift any part of your immense frame. Every breath is a labor, every heartbeat feels like an earthquake, and you're entirely at the mercy of your insatiable appetite. The food, once so enticing, now surround you like a prison, as you have become the ultimate victim of your own gluttony. Immobilized, you are forever trapped in the Snackrooms, a monument to the consequences of unchecked indulgence.] (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last)

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Insatiable]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you progress through the Snackrooms and your weight steadily increases, so does the insatiable (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[greed]] and (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[desire]] for (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[more]]. The snacks that once seemed like a fleeting temptation have transformed into an all-consuming (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[obsession]]. Every morsel of food, every bite, sends a wave of pleasure coursing through your veins, and it becomes increasingly difficult to resist. The thought of denying yourself these indulgent pleasures seems unfathomable. Your mind fixates on the next opportunity to eat, and the cravings intensify with each passing moment. The promise of taste and satisfaction drives you to seek out even more of the snacks that line the labyrinthine walls. You've reached a point where the mere sight of a snack elicits an irresistible urge to (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[consume]]. Your thoughts are consumed by food, your actions are dictated by food, and your very existence revolves around food. It's no longer a matter of choice but a compulsion that compels you to feed your ever-expanding appetite. Your greed grows with every mouthful, pushing you deeper into the clutches of addiction. You (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[can't]] stop. You don't want to stop. And the more you feed your hunger, the fatter and more addicted you become, spiraling further into the twisted world of the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms]. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (set: $insatiableCheck to true)\ [[Continue On->Nav]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[An Inch too Fat]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the dim, greasy-lit corridor of the Snackrooms, you've finally stumbled upon what appears to be the exit. The end is in sight, and hope surges within you as you waddle toward it, each step accompanied by the arduous journey of your colossal body. Your belly, an immense, pendulous mass, drags heavily along the ground, leaving a greasy trail in its wake. But as you reach the exit, a chilling realization dawns upon you — your body has grown to an astonishing size, rendering escape impossible. The door that should have led you to freedom is just a few feet away, but there's no way you can fit through it in your current state. Surrounded by a never-ending sea of decadent snacks and treats, your mind races. The very temptation that led you deeper into the Snackrooms now traps you. It mocks you, tantalizing your senses with every scent, taste, and appearance. You're immobilized by the weight of your own gluttony, your once nimble form now a monument to indulgence. As you stare at the tantalizing food that surrounds you, it becomes painfully clear that the Snackrooms have you ensnared, a prisoner of your insatiable appetite. Your heart sinks, and you find yourself consumed by a haunting realization — you're too fat to escape, forever marooned in this labyrinthine nightmare. [[So fucking hungry->Nav2]]

(set:_tempfood = (either: "Greasy", "Greasy", "Butter-drenched", "Deep-fried", "Creamy", "Sinfully Rich", "Decadent", "Indulgent", "Calorie-laden", "Saturated", "Luscious", "Overloaded", "Sugary", "Cheesy", "Buttery", "Whipped", "Fried", "Double-layered", "Extra creamy", "Gooey", "Heavenly", "Deliciously Fatty", "Excessively Buttery", "Super Decadent", "Unhealthy", "Incredibly Rich", "Velvety", "Divinely Indulgent", "Butter-soaked", "Irresistibly Creamy", "Ultra Satisfying", "Gluttonous", "Irresponsible", "Mouthwatering", "Seductive", "Calorific", "Decadently Sweet", "Lavish", "Opulent", "Delightfully Sinful", "Sumptuous", "Butter-coated", "Hedonistic", "Irresistible", "Deliciously Deep-fried", "Scrumptious", "Flavorful", "Indulgence Personified", "Delectable", "Savory", "Sinfully Satisfying", "Unapologetic", "Butter-dripping", "Over-the-top", "Unrestrained", "Satisfyingly Greasy", "Decadently Delicious", "Sensational", "Overindulgent", "Luxurious", "Irresistibly Gooey", "Lip-smacking", "Finger-licking", "Incredibly Decadent", "Sinful", "Butter-infused", "Unbelievably Rich", "Gorgeously Fatty", "Scandalous", "Indulgence in Every Bite", "Decadently Creamy", "Butter-laden", "Over-the-top Delicious", "Hedonistically Satisfying", "Delightfully Unhealthy", "Delectably Greasy", "Heart Stopping", "Artery Clogging", "Divinely Sweet", "Flavor Explosion", "Intensely Fattening", "Sensuously Rich", "Inordinately Creamy", "Butter-soaked Delight", "Seductively Satisfying", "Unabashedly Indulgent", "Sumptuously Decadent", "Excessively Sinful", "Unrestrained Luxury", "Indulgence Elevated", "Unapologetically Fatty", "Unbelievably Delicious", "Sensory Overload", "Butter-drenched Extravaganza", "Outrageously Rich", "Decadent Delight", "Guiltily Delicious", "Scrumptiously Irresistible", "Butter-oozing", "Extravagantly Creamy", "Indulgent Sensation", "Deliciously Hedonistic", "Intensely Satisfying", "Sinfully Delectable", "Luxuriously Fatty", "Butter-saturated", "Over-the-top Sinful", "Ultimate Decadence", "Exquisitely Rich", "Seductively Creamy") + (either:" Pizza 🍕 "," Burger 🍔 "," Pasta 🍝 "," Steak 🥩"," Cake 🎂 ", " Ice Cream 🍨 ", " Butter 🧈 "," Curry 🍛"," Hot Dog 🌭 "," Burrito 🌯 "," Pancakes 🥞 ", " Tacos 🌮 "," Bacon 🥓 ", " Sandwich 🥪 ", " Pie 🥧 ", " Muffins 🧁 ", " Dumplings 🍗 "," Fries 🍟"," Sushi 🍣 "," Waffles 🥞 ", " Donuts 🍩 ", " Chocolate 🍫 ", " Crispy Chicken 🍗 ") + (either: "with extra butter", "topped with bacon", "covered in cheese", "smothered in cream sauce", "drizzled with chocolate", "loaded with whipped cream", "drenched in caramel", "infused with heavy cream", "smothered in gravy", "glazed with sugar", "sprinkled with powdered sugar", "coated in mayonnaise", "soaked in syrup", "stuffed with cream cheese", "doused in ranch dressing", "garnished with fried onions", "swirled with melted chocolate", "layered with marshmallows", "infused with truffle oil", "smothered in hollandaise sauce", "dripping with cheese sauce", "covered in breadcrumbs", "bathed in oil", "showered with sprinkles", "laden with nuts", "oozing with melted cheese", "caramelized to perfection", "blanketed in gravy", "that's fried to a crisp", "encrusted with buttery pastry", "doused in hot fudge", "swathed in whipped butter", "stuffed with sausage", "enveloped in a flaky crust", "coated in melted caramel", "drenched in cheese dip", "rolled in bacon bits", "dripping with melted butter", "smothered in creamy alfredo sauce", "topped with sour cream", "covered in powdered sugar", "infused with bacon grease", "glazed with honey", "soaked in butter", "laden with lard", "loaded with mayonnaise", "swirled with peanut butter", "soaked in sweet syrup", "drenched in tangy barbecue sauce", "layered with macaroni and cheese", "coated in sweet glaze", "sprinkled with cinnamon sugar", "doused in creamy garlic sauce", "bathed in rich gravy", "drizzled with melted caramel", "topped with whipped cream", "smothered in spicy salsa", "dripping with melted chocolate", "stuffed with gooey cheese", "encrusted with crushed cookies", "coated in zesty marinara sauce", "drenched in buttery hollandaise", "infused with tangy barbecue flavor", "covered in crunchy breadcrumbs", "laden with gooey marshmallows", "swathed in silky chocolate sauce", "showered with shredded coconut", "soaked in velvety cheese sauce", "glazed with maple syrup", "loaded with whipped butter", "drizzled with sweet glaze", "smothered in spicy buffalo sauce", "doused in creamy cheese dip", "topped with savory gravy", "covered in gooey caramel", "infused with aromatic garlic", "sprinkled with grated parmesan", "dripping with luscious cream sauce", "stuffed with juicy bacon", "encrusted with seasoned breadcrumbs", "coated in zesty chipotle sauce", "drenched in velvety chocolate", "swirled with tangy barbecue sauce", "bathed in melted cheese", "glazed with sticky honey", "loaded with creamy mayonnaise", "drizzled with smooth peanut butter", "smothered in warm marinara sauce", "doused in cheesy garlic butter", "topped with sizzling bacon", "covered in gooey cheese sauce", "infused with spicy jalapenos", "sprinkled with aromatic herbs", "dripping with melted caramel sauce", "stuffed with melted cheddar", "encrusted with flaky panko breadcrumbs", "coated in tangy barbecue glaze", "soaked in sweet chocolate syrup", "glazed with velvety cream cheese frosting", "loaded with melted butter", "drizzled with rich chocolate sauce", "smothered in zesty salsa verde", "doused in creamy garlic Parmesan sauce", "topped with crispy fried onions", "covered in creamy cheese fondue", "infused with smoky barbecue flavor", "sprinkled with spicy chili flakes", "dripping with melted Nutella", "stuffed with melty mozzarella", "encrusted with golden breadcrumbs", "coated in tangy teriyaki glaze", "drenched in silky caramel sauce", "swirled with tangy buffalo sauce", "bathed in gooey cheese", "glazed with sticky maple syrup"))\ (set: _tempSFX = (either: "*blurRRPPhh*", "*urrrPPhhh*", "*OOOOHHHHRRRRP*", "*bworrRPPpp*","*blurrRRPPP*","*grrrrRRPPp*","*hrrpPPPHH*","*gurrrPP*","*ouurRRPp*")) (set: _tempSFX1 = (either: "*blurRRPPhh*", "*urrrPPhhh*", "*OOOOHHHHRRRRP*", "*bworrRPPpp*","*blurrRRPPP*","*grrrrRRPPp*","*hrrpPPPHH*","*gurrrPP*","*ouurRRPp*")) (set:$weight to $weight + 1)\ <== (if:$fatlevel is 4)[Planting yourself on the ground too tired to stand you start gorging on whatever you can get your plump hands on. Your fears and worries wash away as you eat like a pig at a trough.] (else:)[Lying on a mound of greasy, discarded wrappers and crumbs, you can do little more than breathe heavily and gaze upon the ever-present feast before you. Your body is a mountain of soft, quivering flesh, every inch coated in layers of fat. Your limbs are now helpless, buried beneath the vast expanse of their own corpulence. The Snackrooms itself seems to have taken notice of your predicament. As the you watch in helpless fascination and fear, an eerie transformation occurs. Foods, once merely tantalizing and out of reach, now descend from the ceiling, hovering tantalizingly above your helpless form.] (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[''_tempSFX'']] (If:$fatlevel < 4)[You reach out with your sausage fingers and grab (text-style: "bold")[ _tempfood ] You can't help but listen to your otherworldy hunger and devour the food in front of you.] (else:)[Your food addicted mind doesn't even comprehend the slop you're shoveling down your gluttonous throat anymore, you're driven by the primal instinct to consume.] (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[''_tempSFX1'']] (set:$finale to true) (if:$fatlevel > 4 and $immobileSolo is false)[ (if: $Timmobile is false and $Aimmobile is false)[[[🚷 You fall to the ground... ->ImobileSolo]]] (else-if: $Timmobile is true and $Aimmobile is true)[[[🚷 You fall to the ground... ->ImobileGroup]]] (else:)[ (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last)]] (else:)[ (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last) ]

<== (if:$fatlevel > $fatlevelTemp)[(text-style: "italic")[(text-style: "bold")[You feel as if you've gotten significantly bigger.]] (set:$fatlevelTemp to $fatlevel)]\ (if:$finale is false)[Trapped in the heart of the Snackrooms, you're surrounded by an unending expanse of irresistibly indulgent food. The room itself seems to pulsate with the aroma of greasy snacks, sweet treats, and savory delights. Mountains of greasy cheeseburgers beckon with their juicy allure, while endless trays of golden french fries glisten enticingly. Your eyes are drawn to towering stacks of glazed donuts, each one a siren call to your sweet tooth. The room teases you from every corner, with jumbo-sized pizza slices slathered in gooey cheese and toppings, and ice cream sundaes piled high with whipped cream and syrups. Sticky cinnamon rolls sit beside overflowing bowls of creamy macaroni and cheese, and a deep fryer sizzles away, promising crispy fried delicacies. As you stand there, your body immobilized by its weight and cravings, your senses are overwhelmed. The allure of this food is intoxicating, the ultimate manifestation of your addiction. It surrounds you, taunting you, and you can't help but salivate at the thought of indulging, even though you know it would further seal your fate in this gluttonous abyss. ] (else:)[Surrounded by food and no escape in sight there's not much else you can do, your mobility is too limited to keep exploring] (text-colour:"Gold")[[[🟡 Gorge to your weak heart's content 💔->Eating2]]] (text-colour:"Gold")[[[🫳 Play with your flab 🥵 -> WeightCheck]]] (text-colour:"DeepSkyBlue")[(if: $fatlevel is 4.5)[[[🪬 You sense an eerie presence surrounding you... ->ImmPlay]]]] (if: $fatlevel is 4.5)[You are stuck here and no more events will occur. Feel free to restart! (link: "Restart")[(reload:)] ]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Mobility]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- With each passing moment, your mobility becomes increasingly limited in the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms]. The weight of your rapidly expanding body feels like an (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[anchor]], tethering you to the (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[greasy]], labyrinthine corridors. Once nimble and agile, you now move with great difficulty, each step a (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[laborious]] endeavor. Your thighs, swollen and rubbing together, create friction with every shuffle. Your feet, encased in sagging cankles, are barely visible beneath the overhang of your colossal belly. As you (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[waddle]] and (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[wobble]] through the maze, the walls seem to close in around you, and the space between snacks feels like an ever-narrowing passage. The tantalizing food beckons from all directions, but reaching it requires a monumental effort, and every step is accompanied by the (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[groaning]] strain of your body. Simple tasks, like bending over or lifting your arms, have become a distant memory. Your life is now an unending quest for the next bite, the next snack, and your once-agile frame has been transformed into a (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[cumbersome, wobbling]] mass. The (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms] themselves seem to revel in your helplessness, as if they conspire to keep you trapped in your gluttony, relentlessly pushing you deeper into this nightmarish journey. Trapped and increasingly (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[immobile]], you're at the mercy of your ever-expanding body and the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms'] relentless hold. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (set: $mobilityCheck to true)\ [[Continue On->Nav]]

(set: _tempName = (either: "Krim", "Skele", "Chase","Iris"))\ <== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Blob Blockage]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you (if:$fatlevel>2)[laboriously] $moveverb through the labyrinthine corridors of the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms](if:$fatlevel>2)[, your breathing heavy and slow,] you come across a strange and daunting sight. Blocking your path to the exit is an (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[enormous, quivering]] mass of a person, who has become an immobile blob of flesh. Their once-human form has been completely (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[engulfed]] by layers of fat, and they are sprawled out in front of the exit, their gargantuan body serving as an impenetrable barrier. The person appears to be in a state of (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[utter helplessness]], their limbs engulfed by rolls of flabby flesh, and their face barely visible beneath the fleshy expanse of their cheeks. You see the name (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[_tempName]] written on their flabby body, it's been (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[smeared]] with food to spell it out. Despite their sorry state you're unsure but you think you can hear them moaning in (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[pleasure]]. The fact that someone is enjoying this shocks you to your core but a part of you wonders what could feel so good. (text-style: "bold")[What do you do?] ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Feed them->Event1Act1]] [[Play with their fat->Event1Act2]] [[Continue On ->Nav]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Plump Pillars]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you continue your tortuous journey through the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms](if:$fatlevel>2.5)[, your swollen body wobbling with every step,] you stumble upon another disheartening sight. In the dim, greasy-lit corridor, you come across a series of constricted passages, and they are all blocked by (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[massive, corpulent]] figures who have become completely wedged in the narrow confines. These figures, once human, are now trapped between the greasy walls, their plump flesh squeezing them tightly into place. Their legs and arms are obscured by their own girth, and their faces are contorted with a mixture of (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[despair and resignation]]. It's a chilling reminder of the growing (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[difficulty]] of mobility within the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms]. Each corridor you encounter presents a new challenge, as the gluttony that once tempted you now entraps others in their own bloated bodies. As you look upon these (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[helpless, immobilized souls]], you're scared knowing that the path may become increasingly treacherous and narrower. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Continue On ->Nav]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Mountain of Food]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you $moveverb along the (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[greasy]] passages of the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms], you suddenly stumble upon an unexpected obstacle in your path to the exit. There, blocking your way, is a (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[massive, jiggling mound]] of snacks and treats. It's as if the snacks themselves have coalesced into a (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[living, grotesque]] barricade. The mountain of food stretches from floor to ceiling, forming an (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[insurmountable]] barrier that prevents you from reaching the exit. Candy bars, chips, cookies, and all manner of indulgent treats are piled high, defying your progress. The (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[tantalizing]] aroma wafts towards you, tempting your senses. This surreal, living obstacle seems to (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[mock]] you, as if the very snacks you've been drawn to have conspired to keep you (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[trapped]] in the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms]. You're faced with a decision: do you attempt to (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[devour]] your way through this wall of snacks, knowing it will only add to your already substantial girth, or do you search for an alternative route, resisting the allure of these treacherous temptations? ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (if:$willCheck<3)[[[Go back the way you came->Nav]]](else:)[(text-colour:"pink")[*The food calls to you and you can't fight the temptation*🐷]] [[Try and eat your way out->BadEnd1]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Raining Food]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you shuffle through the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms](if:$fatlevel>2.5)[, your ever-enlarging body struggling with each step,] you suddenly hear a peculiar sound above you. It's a (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[soft, echoing rumble]], like a distant thunderstorm. Before you can react, a cascade of (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[reasy, delectable]] snacks begins to tumble from above. Greasy cheeseburgers, golden french fries, sticky cinnamon rolls, and glistening donuts rain down upon you. The snacks fall like a (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[tempting deluge]], each morsel practically calling your name. The aroma fills the air, and your senses are (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[overwhelmed]] with the (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[seductive allure]] of these treats. You stand there, your breath (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[quickening]], faced with a choice. You can give in to your (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[insatiable]] cravings and indulge in the treats that have fallen at your feet, or you can muster the last ounce of(text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[ willpower]] you have and press forward, resisting the temptation. The greasy food piles up around you, and your belly (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[grumbles]] in anticipation. Every fiber of your being yearns to give in, to lose yourself in the feast that surrounds you. But you also know that each bite pushes you further down the path of (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[gluttony]]. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (if:$willCheck<3)[[[Steel yourself and wade through the greasy food->Nav]]](else:)[(text-colour:"pink")[*The food calls to you and you can't fight the temptation*🐷]] [[Indulge in this greasy phenomenon->BadEnd3]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Mountain of Flab]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you look at the towering wall of snacks that blocks your path, the temptation becomes too great to resist. Your insatiable greed takes hold, and you throw yourself into a frenzied feeding frenzy. You scoop up handfuls of chips, gobble down candy bars, and devour cookies by the dozen. Each bite only fuels your desire for more, and you become consumed by the relentless need to eat. As you gorge on the snacks, your body swells rapidly. Your belly expands with every bite, pushing against the snacks in front of you. The once-imposing barrier of treats starts to give way under the immense pressure of your bloated form. But it's a double-edged sword. With each mouthful, you grow larger and more unwieldy. The snacks you've devoured have only added to your already considerable weight. Soon, your belly has become so immense that you can't move any longer. Your limbs are buried beneath layers of fat, and your once-able body is now helplessly wedged between the snacks and the floor. Desperate and immobile, you're trapped in a nightmarish limbo, your body an unrecognizable, colossal mass of excess. The snacks you couldn't resist have become your prison, sealing your fate within the Snackrooms. There's no escape, and you're left to ponder the consequences of your insatiable greed for all eternity. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (link: "Restart")[(reload:)]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Voracious Void]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you make your way through the seemingly (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[endless]] corridors of the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms], you come upon an unexpected and precarious obstacle. Before you lies a (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[chasm]], a black void that appears to be an impassable pit. It stretches from one side of the corridor to the other, leaving no apparent way to cross. Your eyes follow the edge of the abyss, and there, spanning the gap, is a single, (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[weathered]] wooden board. It looks old and fragile, creaking ominously as it hangs above the seemingly bottomless pit. The board appears to be the only path to reach the exit on the other side. You're faced with a (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[daunting]] decision. Do you summon the courage to step onto the rickety wooden board, hoping it will hold your weight and carry you safely to the exit? Or do you search for an alternative route, wary of the dangers this treacherous path might present in the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms]? ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Go back the way you came->Nav]] (if:$fatlevel>2)[[[Try and cross the board->BadEnd2]]] (else:)[[[Try and cross the board->BadEnd4]]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Trapped Descent]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- With a mixture of anxiety and determination, you decide to take the risk and step onto the weathered wooden board. The moment your foot touches the unsteady surface, the board creaks ominously, but it appears to support your weight for the time being. As you inch your way across the pit, the void below seems to grow darker and more foreboding. Your heart races with each step, and your progress is slow and cautious. However, just as you near the midpoint of the crossing, a loud, splintering crack fills the air. The board beneath you suddenly gives way, unable to bear the burden of your increasing girth. You plummet into the black void, the pit swallowing you whole. Your descent is disorienting, and it feels like an eternity of freefall. As you land with an undignified thud, you realize that you've fallen onto a massive pile of snacks and food. The impact sends chips and candy bars scattering in all directions, revealing a dim, faint glint of light on the other side. It's the exit, tantalizingly close. With renewed hope, you scramble to your feet, but your body has grown considerably heavier from the fall. The snacks surrounding you, while providing a momentary cushion, now serve as an imprisoning layer, as you've gained even more weight in the process. Desperately, you attempt to devour your way through the pile of food, clawing and biting to reach the light on the other side. But the more you eat, the fatter you become, and your newfound girth only further immobilizes you. Each mouthful pushes you deeper into the mound of snacks, and you're unable to escape or reach the elusive exit. Your body is trapped amidst the very temptations that led you into this predicament, and despite the glint of light so close, you're helplessly immobilized, forever imprisoned in a heap of food within the Snackrooms. It's a nightmarish conclusion to your journey, a monument to the consequences of unbridled gluttony. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (link: "Restart")[(reload:)]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Forced Digestion]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you continue your journey through the labyrinthine (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms], you suddenly experience a wave of (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[strange]] and unsettling sensations. It begins with a subtle, almost imperceptible (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[rumbling]] in your belly, which quickly intensifies into a deep, gurgling growl. Your stomach (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[churns]] and contracts as if something inside is stirring. A sense of (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[fear]] and (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[confusion]] washes over you as you feel your belly (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[expand]], and it's not from the greasy snacks you've been consuming. It's as though the food has appeared within you, bypassing your mouth entirely. The sensation is (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[disorienting and eerie]], and it leaves you with a sense of (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[dread]]. You clutch your distending belly, watching in (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[shock]] as it swells before your eyes. Each moment brings a new wave of (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[confusion and discomfort]] as the mysterious process continues. It's as if the very essence of the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms] is (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[infiltrating]] your body, feeding your insatiable appetite from within. (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[Panic]] sets in as you grapple with this bizarre, otherworldly experience. You're left questioning the nature of the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms] and the extent of its power over you. The fear of the unknown and the confusion over the (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[inexplicable]] phenomenon leave you in a state of disarray as you grapple with the mysterious intrusion of food within your very being. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (set:$weight to $weight + 1)\ [[Continue On ->Nav]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[The Darkness Stares Back]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you navigate the (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[dim and greasy]] corridors of the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms], you suddenly find yourself in a room that's markedly different from the rest. The walls close in around you, and the lighting becomes dimmer, casting eerie shadows. The air becomes heavy, and an (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[unsettling]] stillness settles over the space. You continue to move forward, but the feeling of being (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[watched]] intensifies with each step. You cast (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[anxious]] glances around, but there's nothing to be seen. The walls, however, appear to be closing in, pressing closer and closer, making you feel (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[trapped and claustrophobic]]. A (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[sinister]] whispering fills the air, as if the very walls themselves are taunting you. The words are (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[incomprehensible]], yet the tone is undeniably (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[mocking and malevolent]]. The relentless whispers echo in your ears, growing louder and more insistent, and you're unable to escape their (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[torment]]. The room feels like a (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[suffocating nightmare]], and it's clear that you're trapped within the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms'] sinister grasp. The oppressive atmosphere and the menacing whispers fill you with dread, leaving you with a (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[haunting]] feeling that you're not alone in this twisted, greasy maze. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Continue On ->Nav]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Are you alone?]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you navigate deeper into the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms], you come across a (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[pitch-black]] corridor, where an (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[eerie silence]] hangs heavy in the air. The usual aroma of greasy food is absent here, replaced by an (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[unsettling void]]. You take a hesitant step forward, and suddenly, the corridor comes to life. From the inky blackness, a (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[chilling whisper]] emerges, like a (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[ghostly breath]] in your ear. It's an (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[unsettling, disjointed]] chorus of voices that seem to speak directly into your mind. The voices range from (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[sweetly cajoling to menacingly mocking]], and they're all focused on one thing: your (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[insatiable appetite and growing addiction]]. You feel as though the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms] themselves are sentient, (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[taunting]] you, probing your (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[vulnerabilities]], and exposing your (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[deepest fears]]. The corridor seems to stretch on endlessly, and there's no way to escape the haunting whispers. The voices reveal your darkest insecurities and make you question your very (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[sanity]]. Images of your ever-expanding body and the (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[relentless]] consumption of food play in your mind like a nightmare. You're overwhelmed by a sense of (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[powerlessness and dread]], as if the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms] is closing in on you, (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[suffocating]] you with your own insatiable greed. This (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[horrific]] event leaves you paralyzed with fear, haunted by the malicious intelligence of the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms], and more desperate than ever to find a way out of this nightmarish labyrinth. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Continue On ->Nav]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[It's Raining Flab]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Unable to resist the temptation, you fall to your knees and eagerly start indulging. You grab fistfuls of snacks and stuff them into your mouth, the flavors exploding on your tongue. The more you eat, the more the snacks seem to multiply, as if the Snackrooms itself is conspiring to keep you feeding. The minutes turn into hours, and you continue to consume without restraint, driven by your insatiable appetite. The food piles up around you, and you find yourself sinking into a colossal mound of snacks. Your belly expands rapidly, and your limbs become encased in layers of fat. With a sense of both ecstasy and horror, you realize that you've eaten yourself into a state of immobility. The snacks have become your prison, your very own tomb of indulgence. Your body is now a quivering, bloated mass, incapable of movement, and you're trapped amidst the never-ending buffet. As you lie there, immobilized and helpless, the Snackrooms has claimed yet another victim. Your fate is sealed, a testament to the relentless power of your addiction. You're left to exist in this nightmare, surrounded by the very food that led to your downfall, with no hope of escape. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (link: "Restart")[(reload:)]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Stuckage]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you navigate the tight, greasy corridors of the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms], you suddenly find yourself in a particularly narrow passage. The walls seem to close in around you, and your increasingly (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[plump]] body (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[struggles]] to fit through the constricting space. You make an effort to squeeze through, but as you move forward, it becomes clear that you're (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[wedged]] between the walls. Panic sets in as your belly and hips are firmly (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[trapped]], and your efforts to push forward or pull back only seem to make the situation worse. Your heart races, and a sense of (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[claustrophobia]] washes over you. With each breath, the confines of the corridor press (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[tighter]] against your (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[expanding]] form. You're (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[stuck]], unable to move in either direction, and it's a terrifying reminder of the physical toll your (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[gluttony]] has taken on your once-nimble body. With each desperate struggle, your body's perspiration and the greasy sheen on your skin began to work to your advantage. Your flesh, softened by the sweat and the oils from your (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[ever-expanding]] form, gradually allows you to slide through the constricting passage inch by inch. It's a (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[slow]] and (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[laborious]] process, but with a final, exerted push, you manage to squeeze through. The sensation of your greased-up skin sliding against the walls is (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[eerie]], but it serves as your unlikely savior in this moment of peril. As you finally break free from the narrowing corridor, you're left (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[breathless]] and (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[disheveled]], but you've managed to overcome this claustrophobic ordeal. The (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms] may have momentarily ensnared you, but your body's natural lubrication has allowed you to escape the suffocating grip of the labyrinth's walls. This unnerving experience leaves you shaken and more aware than ever of the labyrinth's malevolent intent. You continue your journey through the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms], wiser to its unpredictable challenges and the role your ever-growing body plays in them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (set: $stuckCheck to true)\ [[Continue On ->Nav]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Struggling Seams]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you continue your journey through the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms], the relentless (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[expansion]] of your body begins to take its toll on your clothing. The (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[strain]] on your attire becomes more and more apparent with every step you take. You can feel your clothing grow increasingly (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[tight]] and (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[constricting]], threatening to give way at any moment. Then, suddenly, it happens. With a series of audible (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[rips]] and (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[tears]], your clothes begin to surrender to the (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[ever-expanding mass]] of your body. Your shirt (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[tears apart]], exposing your (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[bulging belly]] and (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[fleshy rolls]]. Your pants split at the seams, revealing your (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[colossal thighs]] and (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[ample backside]]. Even your shoes are not spared. The strain on your feet and the (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[pressure]] from your growing frame cause the shoes to (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[burst]] open, rendering them utterly useless. You're now barefoot, your body (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[exposed]] and on full display, your once-trendy outfit reduced to tattered rags. As you stand there, (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[naked]] and (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[vulnerable]], a rush of (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[embarrassment]] and (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[humiliation]] floods over you. Your transformation within the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms] is laid bare for all to see, and you're left feeling (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[exposed]] and (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[utterly helpless]], your body a testament to the insatiable (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[gluttony]] that brought you to this point. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (set: $ripCheck to true)\ [[Continue On->Nav]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Lost in Indulgence]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the midst of your (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[relentless]] snacking within the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms], you come across a particularly delectable treat, a chocolate-covered, cream-filled confection that's (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[positively irresistible]]. The moment it touches your lips, your taste buds are (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[overwhelmed]] by its sweet, creamy goodness. You devour it with a (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[fervor]] you can't quite explain. As you savor every morsel, you can't help but lick your fingers clean, (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[savoring]] every last drop of sweetness. The taste lingers on your lips and in your memory, and for a brief, (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[euphoric]] moment, nothing else matters. However, when you finally look up, you're filled with an (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[unsettling]] sense of disorientation. The corridor before you, which had been familiar just moments ago, now appears strange and foreign. It's as if you've been transported to a completely different part of the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms]. (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[Fear and confusion]] take hold as you try to make sense of your surroundings. The once-familiar path has become a labyrinth of (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[unknown twists and turns]], and you're left to ponder the disconcerting possibility that the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms] has played a trick on your mind. You're now lost in an unfamiliar section of the labyrinth, the comforting familiarity of your previous route replaced by an (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[eerie]] sense of displacement. The sweet indulgence that momentarily captivated you has led to a (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")[disorienting nightmare]], leaving you with a gnawing fear of the unknown and the relentless grip on your psyche. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Continue On ->Nav]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[A Helping Hand]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (if: $fatlevel < 1.5)[As you continue your journey through the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms], an (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[eerie chill]] descends upon you, and an (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[unsettling sensation]] pricks at the nape of your neck. It's as if a ghostly finger has grazed your back, sending (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[shivers]] down your spine. You whirl around, (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[heart pounding]], but there's nothing there—no one in sight. The corridor is empty, the greasy walls glistening with a malevolent sheen. The sensation of an unseen touch lingers, raising the hair on your arms, and you're left with a (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[pervasive unease]]. You can't help but feel that you're not alone in the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms], that some (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[malevolent]] presence is lurking just beyond your perception. Every step forward is taken with a growing sense of (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[dread]], your senses heightened, and your mind racing as you attempt to decipher the source of that (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[eerie]] touch.] (else:)[ As you stand there, your body swollen and immobile, the (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[eerie]] sensation of a touch lingers, sending shivers down your spine. But it doesn't end with a simple touch; you suddenly feel the unmistakable sensation of your bloated flesh being manipulated. Fingers, (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[cold and otherworldly]], trace a torturous path across your distended belly. (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[Panic]] sets in as your heavy, quivering fat is fondled, kneaded, and prodded by an invisible force. Your cheeks flush with a mixture of (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[embarrassment and terror]], but you can't see or resist the source of this unnerving touch. The fingers seem to delight in their exploration of your (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[overindulgent]] form. You can't help but feel that you're not alone in the (text-colour: "Gold")[Snackrooms], that some (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[malevolent presence]] is lurking just beyond your (text-colour:"aqua")[(text-style: "bold")[perception]]. Every step forward is taken with a growing sense of dread, your senses heightened, and your mind racing as you attempt to decipher the source of that eerie touch.] ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[Continue On ->Nav]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[Sweet Deception]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- As you summon all your courage and decide to cross the precarious wooden board, you step onto it, each creaking plank threatening to give way under you. The void below seems infinite, and your heart pounds with anxiety as you inch your way toward the exit. With each painstaking step, the passage feels increasingly treacherous, but you press forward. Finally, as you near the other side, a wave of relief washes over you. You've made it across, and the exit appears tantalizingly close. Suddenly, you awaken in your own room, drenched in sweat, and your heart racing. The Snackrooms, it seems, was a twisted nightmare, and you're back in your familiar surroundings. But as you take a deep breath and look around, you notice a single, solitary cupcake on your nightstand. Your gluttonous cravings take over, and without thinking, you reach for the cupcake and take a large, indulgent bite. The flavors explode on your tongue, and you devour it with an insatiable hunger. But then, an agonizing realization dawns on you. The cupcake you've just consumed is not an ordinary treat. In your room or within the Snackrooms, it carries the same malevolent enchantment. Your body starts to swell, your clothes strain and tear, and your flesh quivers as it inflates uncontrollably. Your body grows and sags over your bed, bursting seams and popping buttons. Within moments, you've transformed into a helpless, immobile blob. The cupcake was your undoing, a cruel reminder that the labyrinth's influence extends far beyond its physical confines. Trapped within your own body, you can do nothing but watch helplessly as your form expands and the walls change to match the greasy wallpaper of the Snackrooms. While the empty cupcake wrapper sits beside you, a grim reminder of the insatiable gluttony that led to your nightmarish fate. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (link: "Restart")[(reload:)]

<==  As you find a moment of respite within the labyrinthine Snackrooms, you can't help but be (text-colour:magenta)[captivated] by the (text-colour:magenta)[sheer expanse] of your own body. Every (text-colour:magenta)[inch] of you has been transformed by the (text-colour:magenta)[relentless indulgence], and the (text-colour:magenta)[excess] of your own flesh is a never-ending source of fascination. With a combination of wonder and curiosity, you run your hands over your body, feeling the (text-colour:magenta)[soft, yielding] flesh that now defines your form. Your fingers sink into the (text-colour:magenta)[plush, ample] curves, and you (text-colour:magenta)[can't resist] giving your (text-colour:magenta)[swollen belly] a gentle squeeze, marveling at its (text-colour:magenta)[immense] size and the way it jiggles in response. You find yourself exploring your newfound contours, your hands tracing the undulating hills and valleys of your body. Your fingers linger on your massive chest, (text-colour:magenta)[squeezing and kneading], reveling in the sensation of its incredible weight and softness. As you continue, you caress your lardy thighs, the feeling of the bulging, quivering flesh beneath your touch sending (text-colour:magenta)[shivers of pleasure] through you. You find yourself drawn to your face, and with a sense of curiosity, your fingers trace the changes that have occurred there. Your cheeks have (text-colour:magenta)[swelled], making your face rounder and softer. You gently pinch your cheeks and notice how the plump flesh yields under the pressure. Your chin has merged with your neck in a (text-colour:magenta)[fleshy cascade], and you give it a playful squeeze, feeling the flab that now defines this part of your face. The once-defined features have become a (text-colour:magenta)[soft, undulating] landscape of excess, and you can't help but marvel at the transformation. Your fupa, once a mere hint of softness, is now a substantial (text-colour:magenta)[meaty] mound, and you can't resist the urge to fondle it, feeling its luxurious softness and the way it gives under your touch. Finally, you give your round, wobbling ass an affectionate slap, savoring the sensation of your ample rear. You lose track of time as you play with your own fat, (text-colour:magenta)[delighting] in the sensations and the astonishing size and softness of your body. It's a strange and captivating experience, one that underscores the all-encompassing changes you've undergone within the Snackrooms. As your fingers continue to explore your immense form, a mixture of (text-colour:magenta)[arousal] and (text-colour:magenta)[gluttonous satisfaction] washes over you, serving as a potent reminder of the labyrinth's insidious influence on both your body and your desires. (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last)

<== You're aware of a (text-colour:"aqua")[malevolent] presence lurking in the shadows. It's as if the very essence of the Snackrooms has taken physical form and is now toying with you, relishing your (text-colour:"aqua")[vulnerability]. You hear faint, eerie whispers in the darkness, taunting you and igniting a strange blend of terror and (text-colour:magenta)[arousal] within you. Then, you feel it – a (text-colour:"aqua")[ghostly] touch, (text-colour:"aqua")[soft and cold], against your (text-colour:magenta)[sagging] chest. The unseen presence caresses your mammoth bosom, sending (text-colour:"aqua")[shivers] down your spine. The sensation is both(text-colour:"aqua")[ frightening] and strangely (text-colour:magenta)[intoxicating], as though the labyrinth itself is probing your (text-colour:"aqua")[helplessness] and your (text-colour:magenta)[deepest desires]. The touch moves lower, sliding over your (text-colour:magenta)[expansive] thighs, the (text-colour:magenta)[colossal] pillars of flesh that were once your legs. Your fupa, now a (text-colour:magenta)[substantial suffocating mound], is kneaded and fondled with exquisite care, sending (text-colour:"aqua")[shivers] of (text-colour:magenta)[pleasure] through your immobile form. The (text-colour:"aqua")[presence] plays with your wide jiggling behind, making it jiggle and sway, a mesmerizing display of sheer (text-colour:magenta)[mass and softness]. You can feel the (text-colour:"aqua")[spectral] hands pushing deep into the (text-colour:magenta)[soft, yielding flesh] and emphasizing the sheer (text-colour:magenta)[enormity] of your rear. Your immobility leaves you utterly (text-colour:magenta)[powerless], and the (text-colour:"aqua")[malevolent] touch continues, exploring every inch of your grotesquely (text-colour:magenta)[enlarged] body. With an almost (text-colour:magenta)[reverent] touch, the (text-colour:"aqua")[spectral] hands caress and knead the (text-colour:magenta)[lardy] expanse of your belly. They delve into the immense folds and creases of your flab, their touch (text-colour:magenta)[deliberate] and (text-colour:magenta)[sensual]. The sensation is both (text-colour:"aqua")[strange] and (text-colour:magenta)[intimate] as the (text-colour:"aqua")[spectral] hands delve into the recesses of your navel, circling its depths with a gentle touch. Your belly button, once a simple indentation, has grown (text-colour:magenta)[deep and inviting], like a well of flesh nestled within the expanse of your immense belly. As the sensation (text-colour:magenta)[intensifies], you find yourself torn between (text-colour:"aqua")[terror] and a growing, (text-colour:magenta)[insatiable desire]. Your (text-colour:"aqua")[helplessness] amplifies the (text-colour:"aqua")[fear], while your (text-colour:magenta)[arousal] intensifies the (text-colour:magenta)[sensation]. It's a (text-colour:"aqua")[nightmarish] paradox, and the Snackrooms revels in its (text-colour:"aqua")[cruel] manipulation of your(text-colour:magenta)[ emotions and desires]. The whispers grow louder, teasing, mocking, savoring your vulnerability. The hands glide lower, kneading into the bulk of your form, a twisted reverence in their ghostly motions. Your stomach churns as they delve deeper, caressing and exploring the weight you’ve accumulated. Your breathing hitches. The Snackrooms seem to pulse with amusement, feeding off your helplessness. The unseen entity grips your thighs—once strong, now thick with indulgence—and squeezes, pressing deep into the pliant flesh. It’s not just touching; it’s measuring, weighing, reveling in what you’ve become. Your immobility is a cruel delight to it, and the realization sends another shiver through you. You try to resist, to push back against the spiraling sensations of dread and something darker—something more confusing. But the presence doesn’t relent. It plays with the heavy folds of your belly, fingers slipping into the deep crevices as if searching for something hidden within. (if:$male is true)[Your neglected member engulfed by your flab has been rock hard begging for release for ages. The cold touch of a spectral hand grips your member sending waves of pleasure through your immense body. Your mind goes blank as the spectral hand almost seems to be teasing your nether regions as you're mindlessly fed dish after dish.](if:$female is true)[Your neglected pussy engulfed by your flab has been dripping and begging for release for ages. The cold touch of a spectral hand enters your fat lips of your fupa sending waves of pleasure through your immense body. Your mind goes blank as the spectral hand almost seems to be teasing your nether region as you're mindlessly fed dish after dish.] The event unfolds in an (text-colour:"aqua")[eerie, surreal dance of fear] and (text-colour:magenta)[arousal], where your immobility and (text-colour:"aqua")[vulnerability] combine with the relentless (text-colour:"aqua")[malevolence] of the Snackrooms to create an experience that is both (text-colour:"aqua")[horrifying] and (text-colour:magenta)[captivating], blurring the lines between (text-colour:"aqua")[terror] and (text-colour:magenta)[desire] in the most disconcerting way. All you can do is sit there and let out whimpers. (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last)

<== You (if: $fatlevel >2)[slowly ]$moveverb (if:$fatlevel >2)[ letting out (text-style: "blur")[(text-style: "fade-in-out")[huffs]] and (text-style: "blur")[(text-style: "fade-in-out")[puffs]]] over to the scale. It reads out $scale lbs (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last)

<== As you step into the heart of the Snackrooms, a peculiar area reveals itself – a room with couches, tables and fridges, it feels like a recreation room. It seems this is where multiple greasy corridors intersect. The air is thick with the scent of fried delights, and the dim lighting casts a surreal glow on the surroundings. In the center of this room, you notice two people locked in a heated argument. Their voices echo through the greasy corridors, filled with frustration and contrasting desires. The first person, Alex, has an eager look in their eyes, their frame still athletic but showing the slightest hints of curiosity about the tempting treats. They seem almost excited about the possibilities. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Alex: "Come on, it's just a few snacks! What's the harm in trying them? This place is like a giant buffet, and we're the only ones here to enjoy it!"] The second traveler, Taylor, stands with arms crossed, their demeanor a stark contrast to Alex's enthusiasm. They appear frustrated, their lean figure tense with disdain for the idea of indulgence. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[Taylor:"Are you kidding me? Look at what this place is designed to do! It's a trap, Alex. You start with a few bites, and next thing you know, you're a bloated mess, unable to move. It's disgusting!"] You decide to step in, feeling the tension between them. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Alex: "Oh a new friend! It's good to have some company in this place. Maybe we can help each other out, try to find a way through while enjoying the snacks. What do you say? What's your plan for surviving the Snackrooms?"] (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[Taylor: "Or better yet, how do we escape this greasy nightmare without turning into overstuffed blobs?"] ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour: "Gold")[[🟡Tell them you're looking for a way out->Tell them you're looking for a way out]]

<== "I’m looking for a way out of here," you say firmly, your voice cutting through the tension. "This place is a maze, and I don’t want to get trapped in it forever." (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[Taylor: "Finally, someone with some sense! We need to stick together and find an exit before it's too late."] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Alex: "I get it, really. But it doesn’t hurt to enjoy a few snacks along the way, right? We can have fun while we search."] You nod, acknowledging both of their perspectives. It’s clear that the journey ahead will be filled with challenges, temptations, and difficult choices. As you stand with your new companions, you feel a sense of camaraderie forming, despite the differences in your goals. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (text-colour: "Gold")[[🟡 Explore the Snackrooms->Nav]]

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<== You gather some of the food scattered around the labyrinth, your hands trembling with a mix of fear and curiosity. As you approach the enormous figure, you see their eyes light up with a mix of desperation and anticipation. Their mouth opens slightly, a low, guttural moan escaping their lips as you bring the food closer. (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")["P-Pleashe... feed me,"]] they whisper, their voice barely audible beneath the layers of fat. You hesitate for a moment, then begin to push the greasy, fattening snacks into their mouth. They eat greedily, their eyes closing in sheer ecstasy with each bite. You can see their body expanding even further, the layers of fat growing thicker and more pronounced. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Red")[''*~$tempSFX1~*'']]] (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")["Moah,"]] they moan, their voice trembling with pleasure. As you continue to feed them, you can't help but feel a strange mix of horror and fascination. Their body seems to have no limit, consuming every morsel you offer with an insatiable hunger. You wonder how much more they can take, and what this means for your own fate within the Snackrooms. You watch as their flesh quivers and expands, each swallow sending ripples through their enormous form. The food seems to vanish into the abyss of their gluttony, their body swelling and spreading outwards, further blocking the path to the exit. Sweat beads on their forehead, mingling with the greasy smears that cover their skin. Their breathing becomes heavier, more labored, as they continue to gorge themselves. Each intake of breath is a struggle, their chest heaving beneath the massive weight of their own flesh. Yet, despite the evident strain, they show no sign of stopping. Their eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, remain fixed on the food you offer. (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")["P-Pleashe... don't'sh shtop,"]] they gasp between bites, their voice now more of a strained wheeze. (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")["I-I need... moah."]] You oblige, driven by a compulsion you can barely understand. The sight of their ever-growing body is both repulsive and mesmerizing. You can see their belly spreading out, a vast expanse of flab that seems to have no end. It presses against the floor, oozing outwards like a living, breathing mass. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Red")[''*~$tempSFX3~*'']]] Their arms, once distinguishable, are now buried beneath rolls of fat, barely able to move. Their legs have been lost beneath the ocean of flesh. Even their face is nearly obscured, their cheeks bulging and their eyes almost hidden beneath the encroaching fat. As you push the last of the food into their mouth, you step back, finally able to take in the full scope of their transformation. The once-human figure before you has become an unrecognizable blob, a monument to unchecked indulgence. Their body dominates the corridor, a living barrier that pulses with every labored breath. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Red")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] You realize, with a shiver, that the path to the exit is now completely blocked. There is no way around this massive, quivering bulk of flesh. The weight of your own choices settles heavily on your shoulders. The thought of becoming like them, of losing your humanity to the endless hunger of the Snackrooms, fills you with a cold dread. Yet, a small part of you, the part that was fascinated by their gluttony, whispers that it might not be so bad. The pleasure on their face, the ecstasy in their moans... could that be worth the price? [[Continue On ->Nav]]

<== A curious thought enters your mind as you watch their body ballooning before you. Hesitantly, you reach out and press your hand into the nearest roll of fat. The flesh yields beneath your fingers, soft and pliable, your hand sinking deeply into the doughy mass. They shudder at your touch, a low moan of pleasure escaping their lips. (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")["Y-Yesh... pleashe,"]] they whisper, their voice barely audible beneath the layers of fat. "Touch me." Your fingers explore their expansive form, feeling the warmth and softness of their heavy flesh. You press deeper, your hand disappearing up to the elbow in their side. The sensation is both unsettling and strangely compelling. The person before you quivers with each touch, their entire body responding to your movements. You move to their belly, a vast expanse of fat that spreads out in all directions. Your hands sink into the soft sweaty mound, feeling the weight and warmth of their flesh. You knead the fat like dough, your hands disappearing into the pliant flesh. They groan in pleasure, their eyes half-closed in bliss. (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")["Y-You have no ...*OOOOHHHHRRRRP*... i-idea... ...*uhhmm*... how ...*whimper*... good t-thish feelsh,"]] they murmur, their voice trembling with pleasure. (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")["P-Pleashe, don't'sh ...*burRRPPpp*... shtop."]] (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Red")[''*~$tempSFX3~*'']]] Encouraged by their reaction, you continue to explore their body. You find their arms, barely distinguishable beneath the layers of fat. You squeeze and knead the soft flesh, your fingers disappearing into the doughy mass. Their moans of pleasure grow louder, their entire body quivering with each touch. Finally, you reach their face, almost completely obscured by the encroaching fat. You trace your fingers along their cheeks, feeling the warmth and softness beneath your fingers. They shudder at your touch, their eyes closing in ecstacy. (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")["T-Thank ...*burrRRPP*... you,"]] they whisper, their voice barely audible. (text-colour:"red")[(text-style: "bold")["T-Thish feels'h... amazing."]] As you step back, you can't help but feel a strange mix of horror and fascination. The person before you has become an unrecognizable blob of flesh, a living testament to unchecked gluttony. Yet, their pleasure is undeniable, their moans and shudders a testament to the strange allure of the Snackrooms. The thought of becoming like them, of losing your humanity to the endless hunger of the Snackrooms, fills you with a cold dread. Yet, a small part of you, the part that was fascinated by their gluttony, whispers that it might not be so bad. The pleasure on their face, the ecstasy in their moans... could that be worth the price? [[Continue On ->Nav]]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[Taylor]]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (set: $_tempinsult0 = (either:"'At least you have some willpower $name.'"))\ (set: $_tempinsult1 = (either:"'Look at you $name, already starting to pack on the pounds. Can't you control yourself for even a minute?'", "'It's barely noticeable, but I can see those love handles creeping in. Pathetic.'"))\ (set: $_tempinsult2 = (either:"'Can you even button your pants anymore $name? You're starting to look like a walking marshmallow.'", "'Wow, you really are letting yourself go $name, aren't you? That belly is starting to hang over your waistband.'"))\ (set: $_tempinsult3 = (either:"'Your thighs are rubbing together now, aren't they? Maybe it's time to rethink those endless snacks $name.'"))\ (set: $_tempinsult4 = (either:"'Your double chin is so prominent, it's practically a triple. How does it feel to be so out of control $name?'","'Your arms are starting to look like ham hocks. You’re becoming a real-life fat joke $name.'"))\ (set: $_tempinsult5 = (either:"'I can barely recognize you under all those layers of fat. You're a walking disaster $name.'"))\ (set: $_tempinsult6 = (either:"'You're more blob than human now $name. It's a wonder you can even move.'"))\ (set: $_tempinsult7 = (either:"'Your entire existence is just fat and sweat. How revolting can you get?'"))\ (set: $_tempinsult8 = (either:"'Look at you $name, you can't even stand without wheezing. You're just a pile of fat and regret.'"))\ (set: $_tempinsult9 = (either:"'Congratulations $name, you've eaten yourself into oblivion. You're a monument to gluttony and failure.'"))\ \ (set: $_ttempinsult0 = (either:"'A-At'sh leasht'sh you h-have shome willpower $name.'"))\ (set: $_ttempinsult1 = (either:"'L-Look at'sh you $name, already shtartin' t-to pack on d-de poundsh. Can't'sh y-you control yourshelf f-for even a m-minute?'", "'I-It'sh barely noticeable, b-but'sh I can s-shee thoshe love h-handlesh creepin' in. P-Pathetic.'"))\ (set: $_ttempinsult2 = (either:"'C-Can you even b-button your pantsh a-anymore $name? You're s-shtartin' to look l-like a walkin' m-marshhmallow.'", "'W-Wow, you really a-are lettin' yourshelf g-go $name, aren't'sh y-you? That'sh belly i-ish shtartin' to h-han' over your w-waishtband.'"))\ (set: $_ttempinsult3 = (either:"'Y-Your thighsh are r-rubbin' together now, a-aren't'sh dey? Maybe i-it'sh time to r-rethink thoshe endleshs'h s-shnacks'h $name.'"))\ (set: $_ttempinsult4 = (either:"'Y-Your double chin i-ish sho prominent, i-it'sh practically a t-triple. How doesh i-it'sh feel to b-be sho out'sh o-of control $name?'","'Y-Your armsh are s-shtartin' to look l-like ham hocksh. Y-You’re becomin' a r-real-life fat'sh joke $name.'"))\ (set: $_ttempinsult5 = (either:"'I can barely r-recognize you under a-all thoshe layersh o-of fat. You're a walkin' dishaster $name.'"))\ (set: $_ttempinsult6 = (either:"'Y-You're more blob t-than human now $name. It'sh a w-wonder you can e-even move.'"))\ (set: $_ttempinsult7 = (either:"'Y-Your entire exishtence i-ish jusht'sh fat'sh a-and shweat. How r-revoltin' can you g-get?'"))\ (set: $_ttempinsult8 = (either:"'L-Look at'sh you $name, you can't'sh e-even shtand without'sh w-wheezing. You're jusht'sh a pile of f-fat'sh and regret.'"))\ (set: $_ttempinsult9 = (either:"'C-Congratulationsh $name, you've e-eaten yourshelf into o-oblivion. You're a m-monument'sh to gluttony a-and failure.'"))\ \ You approach Taylor. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[(text-style: "bold")[ (if: $Tfatlevel <0.5)["Oh great it's you. Find a way out yet?"]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 1)["Look who's here. Ready to tempt me with more food I don't need?"]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 1.5)["You again. Just can't resist bringing me treats, can you?"]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 2)["Thanks for adding to my collection of stretch marks asshole."]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 2.5)["There you are. Always showing up when I least want you to."]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 3)["I've given up. Might as well enjoy what's left of my 'figure' while I can."]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel <3.5)["Just stop trying to pretend you care about my ...*nff*... health. We both know where this ends."]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 4)["I ...*aaahhh*... hate that'sh ...*rrrRPPPphh*... I ...*ehhmm*... can't'sh ...*huff*... reshist'sh a-anymore. Here, give ...*mmphh*... i-it'sh to ...*huff*... me. L-Let'sh ...*OOOOHHHHRRRRP*... get'sh thish ...*nff*... o-over ... with."]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 4.5)["It'sh too ...*gurrrPP*... late ...*uhhrrgh*... t-to ...*hahhh*... turn ... back n-now. ...*burrRRPP*... Might'sh ...*ehhnn*... ash ...*nggnhh*... w-well ...*ehhmm*... keep goin' ...*hahhh*... u-until ...*ehhphh*... I ...*urrRPPphh*... bursht."]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 5)[*Taylor grunts seeing you approach, they're so hopelessly huge they're excited to see what slop you've brought them*]] (if: $Tfatlevel <0.5)[Taylor's once lean frame has softened slightly. Their face has the beginnings of a rounder shape, and their clothes are starting to feel a bit snug. A small paunch forms at their midsection, and their thighs are subtly thicker, giving them a slightly fuller look overall.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 1)[Taylor's body has continued to fill out, their belly now creating a visible bulge over their waistband. Their cheeks are noticeably rounder, and there's a small but distinct double chin forming. Their thighs rub together slightly as they walk, and their arms are starting to lose their definition.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 1.5)[Taylor's weight gain is now impossible to ignore. Their belly has grown significantly, hanging over their belt and jiggling with each step. Their face is much rounder, with a more pronounced double chin. Their thighs have thickened considerably, causing their gait to become a bit awkward. Their arms are now soft and pudgy.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 2)[Taylor's body has taken on a more spherical shape. Their belly is large and prominent, pressing tightly against their clothing. Their face is almost unrecognizable, with chubby cheeks and a thick double chin. Their thighs are hefty and constantly chafe against each other. Their arms and legs have lost all definition, becoming soft and flabby.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 2.5)[Taylor is now undeniably obese. Their belly is massive, creating a pronounced apron of fat that hangs over their lap when they sit. Their face is round and bloated, with a triple chin forming. Their thighs are enormous, making movement slow and cumbersome. Their arms are thick and jiggly, and their back is covered in rolls of fat.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 3)[Taylor's belly is a colossal dome of fat that dominates their physique. Their face is almost entirely consumed by their cheeks and chins, leaving only their eyes and nose visible. Their thighs are like tree trunks, causing them to waddle with great difficulty. Their arms are thick and flabby, with rolls of fat hanging from them.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel <3.5)[Taylor's size is now overwhelming. Their belly is an immense expanse of fat that sags heavily, almost touching the ground when they sit. Their face is a collection of chins and cheeks, completely round and bloated. Their thighs are so large they can barely move, and their arms are massive, jiggling with every slight motion. Their entire body is covered in rolls and folds of fat.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 4)[Taylor's body is now a shapeless mass. Their belly is a vast ocean of fat that spills out in all directions. Their face is buried beneath layers of fat, with only small features visible. Their thighs are monumental, forcing them to waddle with extreme effort. Their arms are like giant sausages, thick and flabby. Their entire body is an unending landscape of rolls and folds.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 4.5)[Taylor is on the verge of immobility. Their belly is an enormous, unwieldy mound that anchors them to one spot. Their face is almost completely obscured by fat, with only their eyes peeking out. Their thighs are so large they can't move them independently, and their arms are bloated and useless. They can barely move without assistance, their body a mountain of flesh]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 5)[Taylor has become completely immobile. Their belly is a vast, immovable mass that traps them in place. Their face is buried beneath layers of fat, making it difficult to discern their features. Their thighs are fused together by sheer size, and their arms are thick, flabby appendages that lie uselessly by their sides. They are a living monument to gluttony, unable to move, completely at the mercy of their own body.] (text-style: "bold")[ (if:$Tfatlevel<3.5)[ (if: $fatlevel <0.5)[$_tempinsult0]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 1)[$_tempinsult1]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 1.5)[$_tempinsult2]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 2)[$_tempinsult3]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 2.5)[$_tempinsult4]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 3)[$_tempinsult5]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <3.5)[$_tempinsult6]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 4)[$_tempinsult7]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 4.5)[$_tempinsult8]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 5)[$_tempinsult9]\ ] (else-if:$Tfatlevel<4.5)[ (if: $fatlevel <0.5)[$_ttempinsult0]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 1)[$_ttempinsult1]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 1.5)[$_ttempinsult2]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 2)[$_ttempinsult3]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 2.5)[$_ttempinsult4]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 3)[$_ttempinsult5]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <3.5)[$_ttempinsult6]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 4)[$_ttempinsult7]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 4.5)[$_ttempinsult8]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 5)[$_ttempinsult9]\ ] (else:)[Taylor is much too tired and much too fat to be throwing any insults your way.]] ] (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last)

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Alex]]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (set: $_Tempinsult0 = (either:"'Wow, look at you $name, still managing to resist temptation! But let's be real, those snacks aren’t going to eat themselves. What’s holding you back?'"))\ (set: $_Tempinsult1 = (either:"'Uh-oh, are those love handles I see starting to form? Don’t worry, I’m sure that little snack won’t make a difference… for now.'"))\ (set: $_Tempinsult2 = (either:"'Oh no, I can see that belly starting to poke out! I thought you wanted to stay fit. Guess those extra snacks are winning, huh $name?'"))\ (set: $_Tempinsult3 = (either:"'Look at you—feeling all comfy and cozy with that belly of yours. You must really enjoy that extra weight, huh $name?'"))\ (set: $_Tempinsult4 = (either:"'Wow, you’re really letting loose now, aren’t you $name? That stomach is beginning to look like a soft pillow. Bet you wouldn’t trade it for anything, right?'"))\ (set: $_Tempinsult5 = (either:"'Whoa $name, you’re really giving in to your cravings! It’s like you’re embracing the whole ‘flabby’ lifestyle now. You’re practically waddling over here. How does it feel to indulge?'"))\ (set: $_Tempinsult6 = (either:"'Look at you $name, you can barely walk straight with that belly! You’ve fully embraced your inner glutton. I guess this is your new normal now?'"))\ (set: $_Tempinsult7 = (either:"'Great job $name, you’re now a living blob! I hope you’re enjoying this new ‘look’ of yours. At this rate, you won’t be going anywhere anytime soon!'"))\ (set: $_Tempinsult8 = (either:"'Well $name, this is it, isn’t it? Stuck in your own body, unable to move, and probably loving every second of it. Do you even want to get out anymore?'"))\ (set: $_Tempinsult9 = (either:"'Congratulations $name! You’ve officially become the embodiment of excess. I can barely tell where you end and the ground begins. How does it feel to have reached this insane size?'"))\ \ (set: $_TTempinsult0 = (either:"'W-Wow, look at'sh y-you $name, shtill m-managin' to reshist'sh t-temptation! But'sh let'sh b-be real, thoshe s-shnacks'h aren’t'sh goin' t-to eat'sh demshelves. W-What’sh holdin' you b-back?'"))\ (set: $_TTempinsult1 = (either:"'U-Uh-oh, are thoshe l-love handlesh I s-shee shtartin' to f-form? Don’t'sh worry, I-I’m shure that'sh l-little shnack won’t'sh m-make a difference… f-for now.'"))\ (set: $_TTempinsult2 = (either:"'O-Oh no, I c-can shee that'sh b-belly shtartin' to p-poke out! I t-thought'sh you wanted t-to shtay fit. G-Gueshs'h thoshe extra s-shnacks'h are winning, h-huh $name?'"))\ (set: $_TTempinsult3 = (either:"'L-Look at'sh you—feelin' a-all comfy and c-cozy with that'sh b-belly of yoursh. Y-You musht'sh really e-enjoy that'sh extra w-weight, huh $name?'"))\ (set: $_TTempinsult4 = (either:"'W-Wow, you’re really l-lettin' looshe now, a-aren’t'sh you $name? T-That'sh shtomach ish b-beginnin' to look l-like a shoft'sh p-pillow. Bet'sh you w-wouldn’t'sh trade it'sh f-for anything, right?'"))\ (set: $_TTempinsult5 = (either:"'W-Whoa $name, you’re r-really givin' in t-to your cravingsh! I-It’sh like you’re e-embracin' de whole ‘-‘flabby’ lifeshtyle now. Y-You’re practically waddlin' o-over here. How d-doesh it'sh feel t-to indulge?'"))\ (set: $_TTempinsult6 = (either:"'L-Look at'sh you $-$name, you can b-barely walk shtraight'sh w-with that'sh belly! Y-You’ve fully embraced y-your inner glutton. I gueshs'h thish i-ish your new n-normal now?'"))\ (set: $_TTempinsult7 = (either:"'G-Great'sh job $name, y-you’re now a l-livin' blob! I h-hope you’re enjoyin' t-thish new ‘look’ o-of yoursh. At'sh t-thish rate, you w-won’t'sh be goin' a-anywhere anytime shoon!'"))\ (set: $_TTempinsult8 = (either:"'W-Well $name, thish i-ish it, ishn’t'sh i-it? Stuck in y-your own body, u-unable to move, a-and probably lovin' e-every shecond of i-it. Do you e-even want'sh to g-get'sh out'sh anymore?'"))\ (set: $_TTempinsult9 = (either:"'C-Congratulationsh $name! You’ve o-officially become de e-embodiment'sh of exceshs. I can barely t-tell where you e-end and de g-ground beginsh. Feelsh g-great'sh doeshn't'sh it?'"))\ \ You approach Alex. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[(text-style: "bold")[ (if: $Afatlevel <0.5)["Hey $name! Are you hungry or is it just me?]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 1)["Really? More food? You just love seeing me eat, don’t you? Fine, I’m hungry... I guess I can indulge myself a little."]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 1.5)["Oh, look who it is. Always tempting me with food... I'm not sure how much longer I can resist. But I’ll give in... for now."]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 2)["Ugh, you’ve really done it now. I can feel the pounds piling on, but you keep feeding me like this. Alright, I admit it... I’m starting to enjoy it."]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 2.5)["You’ve got me. I’m stuffed. I never thought I’d enjoy being like this, but you keep bringing me food... and I keep eating. What’s happening to me?"]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 3)["I can’t stop now, can I? I’ve gone too far, and this belly of mine is a lot bigger than I ever thought I’d let it get. But it’s actually kind of... comforting? Let’s keep going."]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel <3.5)["Look at me, I’m such a pig! But you keep feeding me, and I can’t stop eating... It’s too late to turn back now, and honestly, I think I’m starting to like it."]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 4)["I-I... can barely m-move. ...*ouurRRPp*.. Thish ...*hmmff*... ish ...*burRRPPpp*... i-inshane! But'sh ...*mmphh*... I d-don’t'sh want'sh to s-shtop eating. ...*OOOOHHHHRRRRP*... My ...*HRRPPphh*... b-body’sh practically beggin' ...*grrrRPP*... f-for more. It'sh ...*OOOOHHHHRRRRP*... f-feelsh ...*ROOORRPPP*... like I'm... r-really ...*mmphh*... shinkin' into t-thish ...*bworrRRPPp*... new me."]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 4.5)["T-Thish ish ...*hnnghh*... gettin' r-ridiculoush... but'sh I c-can’t'sh shtop! ...*uhhmm*... My b-belly ...*blurrRRPPP*... feelsh like ...*ehhnn*... i-it'sh could bursht, ...*blurrRRPPP*... b-but'sh ...*mmhff*... every ...*ouurRRPp*.. bite ...*aaahhh*... j-jusht'sh ...*bworrRPPpp*... feelsh ...*urrRPPphh*... sho ... g-good. ...*whimper*... Jusht let'sh m-me ...*nggnhh*... enjoy ...*nff*... it. L-Let’sh ...*urrrRRPPP*... shee how m-much bigger ...*BRRRPPpp*... I c-can get."]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 5)[*Alex grunts seeing you approach, they're so hopelessly huge they're excited to see what slop you've brought them*]] (if: $Afatlevel <0.5)[Alex’s slim frame shows no sign of indulgence, their toned arms and lean legs exuding confidence. Their sharp features and trim waistline give them an athletic, active air. They move with an effortless grace, still untouched by the temptations of the Snackrooms.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 1)[A slight layer of softness has begun to appear across Alex’s body. Their cheeks are just a little rounder, and their stomach shows the faintest hint of a curve. Though their movements remain agile, they occasionally adjust their waistband, aware of the minor changes.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 1.5)[Alex’s figure has taken on a softer, more comfortable appearance. Their arms are thicker, and their thighs now brush slightly when they walk. A small roll peeks over their waistband, and their once-chiseled jawline is softening. They seem unfazed, possibly even enjoying their growing curves.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 2)[Alex’s body has transformed into a plump, rounded version of their former self. Their face now sports full, rosy cheeks, and their midsection has expanded into a noticeable belly that bounces lightly with their steps. Their thighs strain against their pants, and they flash an unapologetic smile, clearly comfortable with the changes.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 2.5)[Alex is now undeniably overweight, their arms soft and their chest heavy with added flesh. Their belly is a prominent dome, jiggling with every step, and their thighs are thick columns that rub together constantly. They’ve let out their waistband and often lounge, enjoying the fullness of their body without a care.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 3)[Alex’s figure has grown to a round, unapologetically large size. Their belly dominates their frame, a heavy, wobbling mass that spills onto their lap when seated. Their arms are thick and dimpled, and their face has become cherubic, with a permanent flush from their indulgences. Their thighs and rear have ballooned, making walking a slow, deliberate process.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel <3.5)[Alex’s body is immense, every part of them exaggerated by gluttony. Their arms are thick and wobble as they gesture, and their massive chest rests heavily atop their round, drooping belly. Their thighs are like tree trunks, making any movement cumbersome, and their rear has grown into a quaking expanse. They show no shame, instead reveling in the sheer abundance of their form.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 4)[Alex has become a walking testament to indulgence. Their belly dominates their silhouette, dragging slightly against the floor as they move, and their thighs are nearly immobile with bulk. Their face is almost swallowed by their chubby cheeks and thick neck, and their arms resemble overstuffed sausages. Despite their size, Alex remains cheerful, if slightly breathless.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 4.5)[Alex’s body has reached a size that defies reason. Their belly spreads across the floor like a tidal wave of flesh, and their limbs are engulfed in rolls of fat. Their face is nearly unrecognizable, their features buried beneath countless layers of softness. They can no longer move but seem oddly at peace with their state, indulging in their every craving without hesitation.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 5)[Alex is an immovable monument to gluttony, their body so immense it fills entire rooms. Their belly is an ocean of fat, spreading out in all directions, while their arms and legs are barely discernible beneath layers of flesh. Their face is a soft, pillowy mask of contentment, and their voice is low and muffled by their size. Though they can no longer move or even fully see their surroundings, they radiate a serene acceptance of their fate.] (text-style: "bold")[ (if:$Afatlevel<3.5)[ (if: $fatlevel <0.5)[$_Tempinsult0]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 1)[$_Tempinsult1]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 1.5)[$_Tempinsult2]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 2)[$_Tempinsult3]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 2.5)[$_Tempinsult4]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 3)[$_Tempinsult5]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <3.5)[$_Tempinsult6]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 4)[$_Tempinsult7]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 4.5)[$_Tempinsult8]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 5)[$_Tempinsult9]\ ] (else-if:$Afatlevel<4.5)[ (if: $fatlevel <0.5)[$_TTempinsult0]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 1)[$_TTempinsult1]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 1.5)[$_TTempinsult2]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 2)[$_TTempinsult3]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 2.5)[$_TTempinsult4]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 3)[$_TTempinsult5]\ (else-if: $fatlevel <3.5)[$_TTempinsult6]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 4)[$_TTempinsult7]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 4.5)[$_TTempinsult8]\ (else-if: $fatlevel < 5)[$_TTempinsult9]\ ] (else:)[Alex is much too turned on and much too fat to be throwing any compliments your way.]] ] (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last)

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Alex]]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (set: _tempSFX = (either: "~hfffbUAARRP ~", "~hrrpPPPHH ~", "~blurrrRPPP ~", "~BRRRPPphh ~", "~urrrPPhhh ~", "~grrrRPP ~", "~burRRPPpp ~", "~HRRPPphh ~", "~blurrRRPPP ~", "~BBBRRRpp ~", "~urrRPPphh ~", "~gurrrPP ~", "~ROOORRPPP ~", "~burrRRPP ~", "~HRRPPphh ~", "~gurrRRPPP ~", "~BRRRPPpp ~", "~pruurRPP ~", "~grrrrRRPPp ~", "~bworrRRPPp ~", "~urrrRRPPP ~", "~blurRRPPhh ~", "~rrrRPPPphh ~"))\ (text-style: "bold")[ (if: $Afatlevel <0.5)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Alex: Are you really going to keep feeding me? This is a little over the top, don’t you think? But... I guess I’ll indulge this once. Just one more bite. Mmm, it’s kind of nice. Look at me—eating without a care!] They hesitate briefly, then snatche a bite, moaning as they chew. ]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 1)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Okay, now you’re really tempting me with this stuff. But don’t think I’m enjoying this! I’m just... too hungry to stop. Wow, my thighs feel a little softer. Ugh, maybe I’ll let myself enjoy this for now. I mean, who doesn’t love a little indulgence?] They take another bite, a moan escaping their lips as the flavors hit their tongue.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 1.5)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Ugh, I can feel it. This better not go straight to my hips. But you’re really making me go overboard with these snacks... Oh, wow, I can feel my belly jiggling. I shouldn’t want it, but I can’t stop eating. This is surprisingly nice!] They shovel another mouthful in, unable to resist the food's allure, a look of lust crossing their face.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 2)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Are you seriously feeding me more? Fine, but don’t think I don’t notice how my waistline’s expanding with every bite. Mmm, feeling a little fuller. Is that a roll I feel? Well, it’s not the worst feeling, I guess... Maybe I’ll let myself enjoy it just this once!] They grab the food eagerly, their hands shaking with anticipation, moaning louder with each bite.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 2.5)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[You’ve got me hooked, don’t you? My clothes are starting to get tight, and you keep giving me more. I shouldn’t want this, but oh my god, this food is amazing! Look at this belly! I can’t believe how soft I’m getting. I never knew it could feel this good!] They stuff their face faster, their words becoming more labored as they breathe heavily between bites]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 3)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Okay, okay, you’ve won! I’m a little... too into this now. It’s like my body can’t get enough. Oh, I can’t help but rub my belly while I eat! It’s like my skin is stretching, and it feels... oddly comforting. You keep feeding me, and I just want more!] Their eyes are glazed with a mix of shame and pleasure as they devours the food, their body jiggling with every movement.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel <3.5)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Great, now I’m really starting to feel this. My belly is huge, and I’m barely able to move! But... I can’t say no. It feels so good to just keep eating. Look at how my arms are getting softer! I love this feeling! Maybe being this big isn’t so bad after all.] They eat with reckless abandon, their body quivering as they gorge on the food.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 4)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Y-You’ve ...*urrRPPphh*... turned ...*pruurRPP*... me i-into a ...*ehhrrgh*... giant, ...*uhhrrgh*... h-haven’t'sh you? I c-can’t'sh even ...*ehhmm*... get'sh ...*bworrRRPPp*... u-up ...*mmhff*... anymore. But'sh y-you jusht'sh ...*gasp*... keep f-feedin' me. Wow, ...*blurrRRPPP*... I can feel ...*groan*... m-muh ...*puff*... thighsh wobblin' w-when ...*blurrRRPPP*... I shhift. ... I-It’sh ...*blurRRPPhh*... inshane. But'sh ... h-honeshtly? ...*mmhff*... I think I-I’m shtartin' to l-love ...*whimper*... thish I ...*ehhrrgh*... f-feel... sho cozy ...*gurrRRPPP*... a-and warm!] Their voice is weak, trembling with a mix of desperation and ecstasy. They devour the food with a ferocity that belies their massive size, their body quaking with each bite.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 4.5)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[T-Thish ...*BBBRRRpp*... ish inshane. ...*ouurRRPp*.. I-I’m ...*wheeze*... shuch a ... h-hog now, ...*ehhphh*... and ...*BRRRPPpp*... i-it’sh ...*hrrpPPPHH*... all ...*bworrRRPPp*... your f-fault. ...*OOOOHHHHRRRRP*... I can b-barely ...*hfffbUAARRP*... move ...*nggnhh*... anymore. B-But... I ...*blurrrRPPP*... think ...*uhhrrgh*... I might'sh jusht'sh ...*uhhhmm*... e-enjoy ...*puff*... it. ...*bworrRPPpp*... Look a-at'sh ...*ehhphh*... thish flab! ...*hmphhh*... I ...*whimper*... can’t'sh ...*whimper*... shtop e-eating. ...*nnghh*... My ...*mmhff*... belly f-feelsh ...*nggnhh*... sho heavy, ...*wheeze*... a-and I ...*mmphh*... jusht'sh ... w-want'sh ...*mmehh*... to ...*blurrrRPPP*... keep ...*pruurRPP*... r-rubbin' it. Why i-ish thish sho ...*uhhrrgh*... g-good? I ...*hmphh*... could ...*nnnff*... g-get'sh ...*uhhhrrgh*... ushed ...*hfffbUAARRP*... to ...*uhhmm*... t-thish!] Their voice is barely a whisper, but the hunger in their eyes is undeniable. They eat slowly, savoring each bite as their body continues to swell.]\ (else-if: $Afatlevel < 5)[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Alex can only moan softly in response, their eyes pleading for more food even as they lie motionless. Each bite seems to bring them closer to a state of blissful resignation, their body now a testament to their overwhelming appetite. Alex's eyes flutter as they swallow, their body shuddering with pleasure. They can't move or speak, but their eyes convey a deep, insatiable hunger that only you can satisfy.]]] (if:$Afatlevel>2.5)[ They can't help but let out a massive belch. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[''*_tempSFX*'']]]] (set:$foodin to $foodin -1)\ (set:$AFat to $AFat + 2)\ (if: $Afatlevel > 4)[ (set: $Aimmobile to true)\ (if: $Timmobile is false)[[[🚷 Alex falls to the ground... ->ImobileA]]] (else:)[[[🚷 Alex falls to the ground... ->ImmobileAnoT]]] ](else:)[ (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last) ]

<== <h3>(text-style: "italic")[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[Taylor]]</h3>\ ------------------------------------------------------------------------- (set: _tempSFX = (either: "~hfffbUAARRP ~", "~hrrpPPPHH ~", "~blurrrRPPP ~", "~BRRRPPphh ~", "~urrrPPhhh ~", "~grrrRPP ~", "~burRRPPpp ~", "~HRRPPphh ~", "~blurrRRPPP ~", "~BBBRRRpp ~", "~urrRPPphh ~", "~gurrrPP ~", "~ROOORRPPP ~", "~burrRRPP ~", "~HRRPPphh ~", "~gurrRRPPP ~", "~BRRRPPpp ~", "~pruurRPP ~", "~grrrrRRPPp ~", "~bworrRRPPp ~", "~urrrRRPPP ~", "~blurRRPPhh ~", "~rrrRPPPphh ~"))\ (text-style: "bold")[ (if: $Tfatlevel <0.5)["Here, Taylor. Just try a bite." (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[Taylor: "I don't want to get any fatter. You're just trying to turn me into one of those blobs."] They hesitate, then snatche a bite, scowling as they chew.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 1)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[Taylor: "I can't believe I'm letting you do this. You think it's funny, don't you? Watching me blow up like a balloon."] Despite their words, they take another bite, a moan escaping their lips as the flavors hit their tongue.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 1.5)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[Taylor: "You're sick, you know that? Enjoying this... making me eat like some kind of pig."] They shovel another mouthful in, unable to resist the food's allure, a look of shame crossing their face.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 2)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[Taylor: "I hate this. I hate you. But... I can't stop. It's like you've cursed me."] They grab the food eagerly, their hands shaking with anticipation, moaning louder with each bite.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 2.5)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[Taylor: "Look at me! I'm disgusting. Is this what you wanted? A fat, helpless blob?"] They stuff their face faster, their words becoming more labored as they breathe heavily between bites.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 3)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[Taylor: "I can't believe I'm saying this, but... more. Give me more. I need it."] Their eyes are glazed with a mix of shame and pleasure as they devours the food, their body jiggling with every movement.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel <3.5)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[Taylor: "I'm... I'm huge. You did this to me. But... I can't help it. I crave it."] They eat with reckless abandon, their body quivering as they gorge on the food.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 4)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Taylor: I-I'm... ...*mmehh*... addicted. ...*mmphh*... I h-hate it, but... I ...*HRRPPphh*... can't'sh shtop. F-Feed ...*mmhff*... me. ...*hnnghh*... Pleashe."] Their voice is weak, trembling with a mix of desperation and ecstasy. They devour the food with a ferocity that belies their massive size, their body quaking with each bite.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 4.5)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[Taylor: I can hardly m-move ...*huff*... anymore. But... ...*ehhrrgh*... I ...*uhhhrrgh*... need ... more. ...*HRRPPphh*... D-Don't'sh shtop. ...*uhhmm*... Keep ...*urrRPPphh*... f-feedin' ...*huff*... me."] Their voice is barely a whisper, but the hunger in their eyes is undeniable. They eat slowly, savoring each bite as their body continues to swell.]\ (else-if: $Tfatlevel < 5)[Taylor can only moan softly in response, their eyes pleading for more food even as they lie motionless. Each bite seems to bring them closer to a state of blissful resignation, their body now a testament to their overwhelming appetite. Taylor's eyes flutter as they swallow, their body shuddering with pleasure. They can't move or speak, but their eyes convey a deep, insatiable hunger that only you can satisfy.]] (if:$Tfatlevel>2.5)[ They can't help but let out a massive belch. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[''*_tempSFX*'']]]] (set:$foodin to $foodin -1)\ (set:$TFat to $TFat + 2)\ (if: $Tfatlevel > 4)[ (set: $Timmobile to true)\ (if: $Aimmobile is false)[[[🚷 Taylor falls to the ground... ->ImobileT]]] (else:)[[[🚷 Taylor falls to the ground... ->ImmobileTnoA]]] ](else:)[ (link-goto: "Return", (history:)'s last) ]

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(set: $immobileSolo to true)\ (if:$Afatlevel>3 and $Tfatlevel<3)[ The labyrinth echoes with the sound of your labored breaths as you finally collapse in a heap, your immense body pressing heavily against the cold, unyielding floor. You can barely move anymore; your arms sink into your own fat, and your legs are swallowed by rolls of flesh that grow thicker with each passing day. The effort of simply existing has become overwhelming. Alex and Taylor stand a few feet away, their expressions a mixture of pity and unease. You can see Alex fidgeting with the edge of their shirt, a habit they’ve always had when they’re nervous. Taylor, arms crossed, has an air of reluctant resolve. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Y-You can't'sh keep d-doin' thish to y-yourshelf,"] Alex says softly, their usual warmth tinged with sadness. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["W-We’ve tried to h-help, but'sh you j-jusht... you wouldn’t'sh s-shtop. And now l-look at'sh you."] They gesture helplessly at your massive, immobile form. Taylor scoffs, though their usual venom seems muted.(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[ "Honestly, this was inevitable. I warned you, over and over, that this place would chew you up and spit you out. But you didn’t listen."] They shake their head, but there’s no triumph in their voice, only frustration. You try to speak, to plead, but your voice comes out weak and strained, lost beneath the layers of flesh pressing against your throat. Your mind is hazy from exhaustion and hunger, but you manage a few faint, breathless words: "Don’t... leave me..." Alex takes a step forward, their eyes glistening with tears. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I don’t'sh want'sh t-to do thish,"] they whisper, barely audible. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["B-But'sh we have t-to get'sh out'sh o-of here. And... w-we can’t'sh carry y-you. You know t-that, don’t'sh you?"] Taylor puts a hand on Alex’s shoulder, pulling them back. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["There’s no point in dragging this out. We have to go."] They glance at you, their expression hardening. Alex hesitates, their hands trembling. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I-I’m shorry,"] they say again, their voice cracking. You try to move, to reach out to them, but your body is a prison now. The faintest twitch of your sausagefingers sends ripples through your flesh, but it’s useless. You’re utterly, completely stuck. And then they’re gone. Their footsteps fade into the distance, leaving you alone in the silent, oppressive labyrinth. You feel the hunger rise again, gnawing at the edges of your mind, but there’s no one left to feed you. The realization sinks in: this is where you’ll remain, forever bound by your own gluttony, a monument to the consequences of excess and abandonment. As you succumb to the weight of your choices you feel one toatl consuming feeling... ] (else-if:$Tfatlevel>3 and $Afatlevel<3)[ The labyrinth echoes with the sound of your labored breaths as you finally collapse in a heap, your immense body pressing heavily against the cold, unyielding floor. You can barely move anymore; your arms sink into your own fat, and your legs are swallowed by rolls of flesh that grow thicker with each passing day. The effort of simply existing has become overwhelming. Alex and Taylor stand a few feet away, their expressions a mixture of pity and unease. You can see Alex fidgeting with the edge of their shirt, a habit they’ve always had when they’re nervous. Taylor, arms crossed, has an air of reluctant resolve. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["You can't keep doing this to yourself,"] Alex says softly, their usual warmth tinged with sadness. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["We’ve tried to help, but you just... you wouldn’t stop. And now look at you."] They gesture helplessly at your massive, immobile form. Taylor scoffs, though their usual venom seems muted.(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[ "H-Honeshtly, thish wash i-inevitable. I warned y-you, over and o-over, that'sh thish p-place would chew y-you up and s-shpit'sh you out. B-But'sh you didn’t'sh l-lishten."] They shake their head, but there’s no triumph in their voice, only frustration. You try to speak, to plead, but your voice comes out weak and strained, lost beneath the layers of flesh pressing against your throat. Your mind is hazy from exhaustion and hunger, but you manage a few faint, breathless words: "Don’t... leave me..." Alex takes a step forward, their eyes glistening with tears. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I don’t want to do this,"] they whisper, barely audible. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["But we have to get out of here. And... we can’t carry you. You know that, don’t you?"] Taylor puts a hand on Alex’s shoulder, pulling them back. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Dere’sh no point'sh i-in draggin' thish o-out. We have t-to go."] They glance at you, their expression hardening. Alex hesitates, their hands trembling. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I’m sorry,"] they say again, their voice cracking. You try to move, to reach out to them, but your body is a prison now. The faintest twitch of your sausagefingers sends ripples through your flesh, but it’s useless. You’re utterly, completely stuck. And then they’re gone. Their footsteps fade into the distance, leaving you alone in the silent, oppressive labyrinth. You feel the hunger rise again, gnawing at the edges of your mind, but there’s no one left to feed you. The realization sinks in: this is where you’ll remain, forever bound by your own gluttony, a monument to the consequences of excess and abandonment. As you succumb to the weight of your choices you feel one toatl consuming feeling... ] (else-if:$Tfatlevel>3 and $Afatlevel>3)[ The labyrinth echoes with the sound of your labored breaths as you finally collapse in a heap, your immense body pressing heavily against the cold, unyielding floor. You can barely move anymore; your arms sink into your own fat, and your legs are swallowed by rolls of flesh that grow thicker with each passing day. The effort of simply existing has become overwhelming. Alex and Taylor stand a few feet away, their expressions a mixture of pity and unease. You can see Alex fidgeting with the edge of their shirt, a habit they’ve always had when they’re nervous. Taylor, arms crossed, has an air of reluctant resolve. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Y-You can't'sh keep d-doin' thish to y-yourshelf,"] Alex says softly, their usual warmth tinged with sadness. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["W-We’ve tried to h-help, but'sh you j-jusht... you wouldn’t'sh s-shtop. And now l-look at'sh you."] They gesture helplessly at your massive, immobile form. Taylor scoffs, though their usual venom seems muted.(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[ "H-Honeshtly, thish wash i-inevitable. I warned y-you, over and o-over, that'sh thish p-place would chew y-you up and s-shpit'sh you out. B-But'sh you didn’t'sh l-lishten."] They shake their head, but there’s no triumph in their voice, only frustration. You try to speak, to plead, but your voice comes out weak and strained, lost beneath the layers of flesh pressing against your throat. Your mind is hazy from exhaustion and hunger, but you manage a few faint, breathless words: "Don’t... leave me..." Alex takes a step forward, their eyes glistening with tears. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I don’t'sh want'sh t-to do thish,"] they whisper, barely audible. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["B-But'sh we have t-to get'sh out'sh o-of here. And... w-we can’t'sh carry y-you. You know t-that, don’t'sh you?"] Taylor puts a hand on Alex’s shoulder, pulling them back. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Dere’sh no point'sh i-in draggin' thish o-out. We have t-to go."] They glance at you, their expression hardening. Alex hesitates, their hands trembling. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I-I’m shorry,"] they say again, their voice cracking. You try to move, to reach out to them, but your body is a prison now. The faintest twitch of your sausagefingers sends ripples through your flesh, but it’s useless. You’re utterly, completely stuck. And then they’re gone. Their footsteps fade into the distance, leaving you alone in the silent, oppressive labyrinth. You feel the hunger rise again, gnawing at the edges of your mind, but there’s no one left to feed you. The realization sinks in: this is where you’ll remain, forever bound by your own gluttony, a monument to the consequences of excess and abandonment. As you succumb to the weight of your choices you feel one toatl consuming feeling... ] (else:)[ The labyrinth echoes with the sound of your labored breaths as you finally collapse in a heap, your immense body pressing heavily against the cold, unyielding floor. You can barely move anymore; your arms sink into your own fat, and your legs are swallowed by rolls of flesh that grow thicker with each passing day. The effort of simply existing has become overwhelming. Alex and Taylor stand a few feet away, their expressions a mixture of pity and unease. You can see Alex fidgeting with the edge of their shirt, a habit they’ve always had when they’re nervous. Taylor, arms crossed, has an air of reluctant resolve. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["You can't keep doing this to yourself,"] Alex says softly, their usual warmth tinged with sadness. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["We’ve tried to help, but you just... you wouldn’t stop. And now look at you."] They gesture helplessly at your massive, immobile form. Taylor scoffs, though their usual venom seems muted.(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[ "Honestly, this was inevitable. I warned you, over and over, that this place would chew you up and spit you out. But you didn’t listen."] They shake their head, but there’s no triumph in their voice, only frustration. You try to speak, to plead, but your voice comes out weak and strained, lost beneath the layers of flesh pressing against your throat. Your mind is hazy from exhaustion and hunger, but you manage a few faint, breathless words: "Don’t... leave me..." Alex takes a step forward, their eyes glistening with tears. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I don’t want to do this,"] they whisper, barely audible. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["But we have to get out of here. And... we can’t carry you. You know that, don’t you?"] Taylor puts a hand on Alex’s shoulder, pulling them back. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["There’s no point in dragging this out. We have to go."] They glance at you, their expression hardening. Alex hesitates, their hands trembling. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I’m sorry,"] they say again, their voice cracking. You try to move, to reach out to them, but your body is a prison now. The faintest twitch of your sausagefingers sends ripples through your flesh, but it’s useless. You’re utterly, completely stuck. And then they’re gone. Their footsteps fade into the distance, leaving you alone in the silent, oppressive labyrinth. You feel the hunger rise again, gnawing at the edges of your mind, but there’s no one left to feed you. The realization sinks in: this is where you’ll remain, forever bound by your own gluttony, a monument to the consequences of excess and abandonment. As you succumb to the weight of your choices you feel one total consuming feeling... ] (text-colour:"Gold")[(link: "Gorge 🥵")[(go-to: "Nav2")]]

(if:$Afatlevel>3)[ The room is dim, the faint hum of the Snackrooms ever-present as you and Alex stand before Taylor's massive, immobile form. They’ve grown beyond recognition, their once-sharp demeanor buried beneath layers of bloated flesh. Their body sprawls across the floor, massive rolls of fat swallowing any hint of their former figure. Sweat glistens on their skin, and food stains mark the vast expanse of their front. Taylor’s face, barely visible beneath the heavy swell of their cheeks, twists into a scowl as their labored breathing fills the room. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t'sh jusht'sh shtand d-dere... help me!"] Their voice is hoarse, anger cutting through the desperation. Alex folds their arms, their expression conflicted but resolute. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["T-Taylor, you’ve been n-nothin' but'sh cruel s-shince de shtart. A-And now you’re d-demandin' help? Look a-at'sh yourshelf. You’re d-done for."] Taylor growls, their fat jiggling slightly with the motion. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I wouldn’t'sh be l-like thish if i-it'sh weren’t'sh for y-you two conshtantly s-shhovin' food in m-muh face!"] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["A-Are you sherious'h r-right'sh now?"] Alex snaps, their voice rising. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["W-We didn’t'sh force y-you to eat'sh a-anything. You did t-thish to yourshelf b-becaushe you refushed t-to shtop even w-when it'sh wash c-clear what'sh wash h-happening!"] You take a step back, the sheer size of Taylor's body overwhelming. They’re completely immobile, their limbs engulfed by folds of fat, and their belly sprawled out like a mountain. The exit is just behind them, but there’s no way they can move to let you and Alex through. Taylor’s eyes narrow, tears pooling at the corners. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t'sh you dare l-leave me here. I-I’ll find a w-way to get'sh o-out. Jusht... help m-me up!"] Alex lets out a bitter laugh, shaking their head. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Y-You can’t'sh even l-lift'sh your armsh, T-Taylor. How are y-you goin' to g-get'sh out? Face i-it—you’re shtuck, and d-dere’sh nothin' we c-can do to f-fix thish."] (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Y-You don’t'sh get'sh t-to decide that!" Taylor shouts, their voice cracking. They shift slightly, their massive body quivering with the effort. "I’ll... I’ll get'sh o-out'sh of here. J-Jusht'sh wait, I’ll—"] Their words dissolve into a strained groan as they slump back into their immobile state. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["C-Come on,"] Alex says softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. Their tone carries a mix of guilt and determination. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["W-We need to g-go. If we d-don’t, we’ll end u-up jusht'sh like d-dem."] You hesitate, glancing at Taylor. Their defiant glare has softened, replaced with fear and desperation. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t'sh leave me,"] they whisper, their voice trembling. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I... I can’t'sh d-do thish alone."] With a heavy heart, you turn away, following Alex. Taylor’s voice grows louder, filled with anger and anguish. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Y-You cowardsh! Don’t'sh l-leave me! I’ll g-get'sh out'sh of h-here, I shwear—don’t'sh y-you dare walk a-away!"] Their words are punctuated by loud, wet chewing, the unmistakable sound of their mouth working through greasy, fattening food. Between bites, their voice becomes muffled but no less furious. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Y-You think'sh—" chomp "—y-you’re better than me? You’ll b-be back—" gulp "—a-and I’ll be waiting!"] Bits of food spray from their lips as they shout, the anger and desperation mingling with their insatiable hunger. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I-I’ll get out of here! I’ll—" slurp "—show you both! Y-You’re nothing without'sh me!"] The sound of their ravenous feeding grows louder, each bite underscoring their cries of fury and despair. It’s as if their appetite has become an uncontrollable force, even as they curse your names with every strained breath. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] Their shouts and messy eating echo through the labyrinth as you and Alex continue on, leaving Taylor behind. The weight of your decision presses down on you, but there’s no turning back now. ] (else:)[ The room is dim, the faint hum of the Snackrooms ever-present as you and Alex stand before Taylor's massive, immobile form. They’ve grown beyond recognition, their once-sharp demeanor buried beneath layers of bloated flesh. Their body sprawls across the floor, massive rolls of fat swallowing any hint of their former figure. Sweat glistens on their skin, and food stains mark the vast expanse of their front. Taylor’s face, barely visible beneath the heavy swell of their cheeks, twists into a scowl as their labored breathing fills the room. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t'sh jusht'sh shtand d-dere... help me!"] Their voice is hoarse, anger cutting through the desperation. Alex folds their arms, their expression conflicted but resolute. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Taylor, you’ve been nothing but cruel since the start. And now you’re demanding help? Look at yourself. You’re done for."] Taylor growls, their fat jiggling slightly with the motion. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I wouldn’t'sh be l-like thish if i-it'sh weren’t'sh for y-you two conshtantly s-shhovin' food in m-muh face!"] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Are you serious right now?"] Alex snaps, their voice rising. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["We didn’t force you to eat anything. You did this to yourself because you refused to stop even when it was clear what was happening!"] You take a step back, the sheer size of Taylor's body overwhelming. They’re completely immobile, their limbs engulfed by folds of fat, and their belly sprawled out like a mountain. The exit is just behind them, but there’s no way they can move to let you and Alex through. Taylor’s eyes narrow, tears pooling at the corners. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t'sh you dare l-leave me here. I-I’ll find a w-way to get'sh o-out. Jusht... help m-me up!"] Alex lets out a bitter laugh, shaking their head. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["You can’t even lift your arms, Taylor. How are you going to get out? Face it—you’re stuck, and there’s nothing we can do to fix this."] (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Y-You don’t'sh get'sh t-to decide that!" Taylor shouts, their voice cracking. They shift slightly, their massive body quivering with the effort. "I’ll... I’ll get'sh o-out'sh of here. J-Jusht'sh wait, I’ll—"] Their words dissolve into a strained groan as they slump back into their immobile state. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Come on,"] Alex says softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. Their tone carries a mix of guilt and determination. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["We need to go. If we don’t, we’ll end up just like them."] You hesitate, glancing at Taylor. Their defiant glare has softened, replaced with fear and desperation. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t'sh leave me,"] they whisper, their voice trembling. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I... I can’t'sh d-do thish alone."] With a heavy heart, you turn away, following Alex. Taylor’s voice grows louder, filled with anger and anguish. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Y-You cowardsh! Don’t'sh l-leave me! I’ll g-get'sh out'sh of h-here, I shwear—don’t'sh y-you dare walk a-away!"] Their words are punctuated by loud, wet chewing, the unmistakable sound of their mouth working through greasy, fattening food. Between bites, their voice becomes muffled but no less furious. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Y-You think'sh—" chomp "—y-you’re better than me? You’ll b-be back—" gulp "—a-and I’ll be waiting!"] Bits of food spray from their lips as they shout, the anger and desperation mingling with their insatiable hunger. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I-I’ll get out of here! I’ll—" slurp "—show you both! Y-You’re nothing without'sh me!"] The sound of their ravenous feeding grows louder, each bite underscoring their cries of fury and despair. It’s as if their appetite has become an uncontrollable force, even as they curse your names with every strained breath. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] Their shouts and messy eating echo through the labyrinth as you and Alex continue on, leaving Taylor behind. The weight of your decision presses down on you, but there’s no turning back now. ] (text-colour:"Gold")[(link: "Leave Taylor to their gorging 💔")[(go-to: "Nav")]]

(if:$Tfatlevel>3)[ The room is dim, the faint hum of the Snackrooms ever-present as you and Taylor stand before Alex's massive, immobile form. Their body sprawls across the floor like a grotesque monument to excess, fat rolls folding over themselves in layers that seem to stretch endlessly. The air reeks of sweat and grease, and smears of food stain the colossal swell of Alex's belly. Alex’s face, almost lost beneath the overgrown cheeks and chins, lights up as they see you. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["O-Oh, dere you t-two are! Took y-you lon' enough—did y-you brin' me s-shomethin' good?"] Their voice is bubbly and breathless, their excitement palpable despite their labored breathing. Taylor sneers, their eyes narrowing as they fold their arms across their chest. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["A-Are you sherious'h A-Alex? Look at'sh y-yourshelf! You’re a g-goddamn joke. You d-don’t'sh need more f-food—we'd need a f-forklift'sh to get'sh y-you out'sh of h-here."] Alex giggles, their body rippling with the motion. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["A-Aw, don’t'sh be l-like that, Taylor. I mean, jusht'sh l-look at'sh me! I-Ishn’t'sh thish shexy? I-I’m... mashsive!"] They struggle to run their fat sausage fingers across their stomach, sinking into the soft rolls with a contented sigh. Taylor lets out a sharp laugh, shaking their head. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["S-Sexy? You’re a w-walkin' dishaster. Well, n-not'sh walking—let’sh be r-real, you’re shtuck h-here. You’ve eaten y-yourshelf into a b-blob, and now y-you expect'sh ush t-to shtick around a-and feed you?"] Alex pouts, though it’s hard to tell beneath the sheer bulk of their face. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["O-Oh, come on! D-Don’t'sh be sho m-mean. I couldn’t'sh h-have done it'sh w-without'sh you two, b-bringin' me all t-thoshe tashty treatsh."] Taylor steps closer, leaning down to glare at Alex. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t'sh you dare t-try to pin t-thish on ush. Y-You’re de one w-who couldn’t'sh shtop s-shhovin' food in y-your mouth like s-shome mindleshs'h pig."] Alex only laughs, their rolls quivering with the sound. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["M-Maybe, but'sh I d-don’t'sh regret'sh a s-shecond of it. L-Look at'sh thish!"] They slap their belly, the sound echoing off the walls. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I-I’ve never felt'sh t-thish good in m-muh life. All s-shoft, all full... a-all mine."] Taylor groans, turning to you with a look of pure disdain. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Y-You hear thish $name? Dey’re hopeleshs. C-Completely delushional. Let’sh j-jusht'sh leave dem h-here—it’sh what'sh dey d-desherve."] Alex’s eyes widen, a playful grin spreading across their face. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["W-Wait! You can’t'sh j-jusht'sh leave me! W-Who’sh goin' to b-brin' me muh s-shnacks? Come on, y-you two—we’re a t-team, remember?"] Taylor rolls their eyes and snorts. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["A-A team? You’re d-de dead weight'sh w-we’re shtuck draggin' a-around. Actually, shcratch t-that—you’re not'sh even d-dead weight. You’re t-too fat'sh to m-move at'sh all."] They jab a finger at Alex’s massive, immobile form. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["F-Face it, Alex—you’re d-done. You’ve eaten y-yourshelf into oblivion, a-and dere’sh no c-comin' back from t-thish."] Alex giggles again, unbothered by the venom in Taylor’s words. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["M-Maybe, but'sh I’m h-happy right'sh here. L-Look at'sh all t-thish room to s-shpread out!"] They jiggle a roll of fat, their smile growing. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Y-You’re jusht'sh jealoush."] Taylor throws their hands up in exasperation. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["J-Jealoush? Of what? B-Bein' a helpleshs'h b-blob who can’t'sh e-even wipe deir o-own face? Get'sh o-over yourshelf, Alex. Y-You’re dishgustin'."] You hesitate, glancing at Alex’s smiling face and their massive, unmovable body. They seem almost proud, their joy unwavering despite Taylor’s harsh words. Alex smirks, their voice lilting with amusement. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["G-Go ahead, leave m-me if you w-want. I’ll be f-fine! I’ve got'sh a-all de shnacks'h I need right'sh h-here... and I k-know you’ll mishs'h m-me."] Taylor grabs your arm and starts to pull you away. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["C-Come on, let’sh g-get'sh out'sh of h-here. I’m not'sh w-washtin' another shecond o-on thish losht'sh c-caushe. Dey’re jusht'sh a fat'sh shack o-of excushes."] As you turn to leave, Alex calls after you, their voice full of mock cheer. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["F-Fine! Go ahead! B-But'sh you’re mishsin' o-out—I’ve got'sh de b-besht'sh sheat'sh in d-de houshe!"] Their laughter follows you as you and Taylor disappear into the labyrinth, mixed with the wet, sloppy sounds of Alex eagerly devouring the remnants of their latest meal. Taylor’s words echo in your ears, sharp and unforgiving, as you leave Alex behind to revel in their indulgence. ] (else:)[ The room is dim, the faint hum of the Snackrooms ever-present as you and Taylor stand before Alex's massive, immobile form. Their body sprawls across the floor like a grotesque monument to excess, fat rolls folding over themselves in layers that seem to stretch endlessly. The air reeks of sweat and grease, and smears of food stain the colossal swell of Alex's belly. Alex’s face, almost lost beneath the overgrown cheeks and chins, lights up as they see you. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["O-Oh, dere you t-two are! Took y-you lon' enough—did y-you brin' me s-shomethin' good?"] Their voice is bubbly and breathless, their excitement palpable despite their labored breathing. Taylor sneers, their eyes narrowing as they fold their arms across their chest. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Are you serious Alex? Look at yourself! You’re a goddamn joke. You don’t need more food—we'd need a forklift to get you out of here."] Alex giggles, their body rippling with the motion. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["A-Aw, don’t'sh be l-like that, Taylor. I mean, jusht'sh l-look at'sh me! I-Ishn’t'sh thish shexy? I-I’m... mashsive!"] They struggle to run their fat sausage fingers across their stomach, sinking into the soft rolls with a contented sigh. Taylor lets out a sharp laugh, shaking their head. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Sexy? You’re a walking disaster. Well, not walking—let’s be real, you’re stuck here. You’ve eaten yourself into a blob, and now you expect us to stick around and feed you?"] Alex pouts, though it’s hard to tell beneath the sheer bulk of their face. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["O-Oh, come on! D-Don’t'sh be sho m-mean. I couldn’t'sh h-have done it'sh w-without'sh you two, b-bringin' me all t-thoshe tashty treatsh."] Taylor steps closer, leaning down to glare at Alex. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Don’t you dare try to pin this on us. You’re the one who couldn’t stop shoving food in your mouth like some mindless pig."] Alex only laughs, their rolls quivering with the sound. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["M-Maybe, but'sh I d-don’t'sh regret'sh a s-shecond of it. L-Look at'sh thish!"] They slap their belly, the sound echoing off the walls. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I-I’ve never felt'sh t-thish good in m-muh life. All s-shoft, all full... a-all mine."] Taylor groans, turning to you with a look of pure disdain. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["You hear this $name? They’re hopeless. Completely delusional. Let’s just leave them here—it’s what they deserve."] Alex’s eyes widen, a playful grin spreading across their face. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["W-Wait! You can’t'sh j-jusht'sh leave me! W-Who’sh goin' to b-brin' me muh s-shnacks? Come on, y-you two—we’re a t-team, remember?"] Taylor rolls their eyes and snorts. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["A team? You’re the dead weight we’re stuck dragging around. Actually, scratch that—you’re not even dead weight. You’re too fat to move at all."] They jab a finger at Alex’s massive, immobile form. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Face it, Alex—you’re done. You’ve eaten yourself into oblivion, and there’s no coming back from this."] Alex giggles again, unbothered by the venom in Taylor’s words. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["M-Maybe, but'sh I’m h-happy right'sh here. L-Look at'sh all t-thish room to s-shpread out!"] They jiggle a roll of fat, their smile growing. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Y-You’re jusht'sh jealoush."] Taylor throws their hands up in exasperation. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Jealous? Of what? Being a helpless blob who can’t even wipe their own face? Get over yourself, Alex. You’re disgusting."] You hesitate, glancing at Alex’s smiling face and their massive, unmovable body. They seem almost proud, their joy unwavering despite Taylor’s harsh words. Alex smirks, their voice lilting with amusement. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["G-Go ahead, leave m-me if you w-want. I’ll be f-fine! I’ve got'sh a-all de shnacks'h I need right'sh h-here... and I k-know you’ll mishs'h m-me."] Taylor grabs your arm and starts to pull you away. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Come on, let’s get out of here. I’m not wasting another second on this lost cause. They’re just a fat sack of excuses."] As you turn to leave, Alex calls after you, their voice full of mock cheer. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["F-Fine! Go ahead! B-But'sh you’re mishsin' o-out—I’ve got'sh de b-besht'sh sheat'sh in d-de houshe!"] Their laughter follows you as you and Taylor disappear into the labyrinth, mixed with the wet, sloppy sounds of Alex eagerly devouring the remnants of their latest meal. Taylor’s words echo in your ears, sharp and unforgiving, as you leave Alex behind to revel in their indulgence. ] (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] (text-colour:"Gold")[(link: "Leave Alex to their gorging 💔")[(go-to: "Nav")]]

The room is dim, the faint hum of the Snackrooms ever-present as you stand before Alex's massive, immobile form. Their body sprawls across the floor, an overwhelming landscape of bloated flesh and deep folds. Sweat glistens on their skin, and streaks of food stains stretch across their swollen belly like a grotesque mural of excess. Alex’s face, buried under layers of plump cheeks and heavy jowls, lights up as they see you. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["O-Oh, look who i-it'sh ish! My f-favorite shnack delivery s-shervice!"] they exclaim, their voice breathless but brimming with playful enthusiasm. You hesitate, the sheer size of them overwhelming. Alex can’t move—can’t even attempt to—but their cheerful demeanor remains intact, their eyes gleaming with joy as they take you in. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["W-What, no treatsh t-today?"] they tease, a soft laugh shaking their mountainous body. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["C-Come on, don’t'sh l-leave me hanging—I k-know you’ve got'sh s-shomethin' good for m-me."] You take a step back, guilt gnawing at the edges of your thoughts. Alex notices your hesitation and lets out a laugh, their rolls jiggling with the sound. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["O-Oh, don’t'sh look s-sho sherious! I’m f-fine right'sh here. I mean, look a-at'sh me!"] They slap their belly, the heavy flesh rippling like a wave. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I-Ishn’t'sh thish impreshsive? S-So shoft, sho f-full, all... me."] You try to respond, but words fail you. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["C-Come on! Don’t'sh g-give me that'sh l-look,"] Alex says, their tone lighthearted. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Y-You helped me g-get'sh here, remember? A-All thoshe shnacks, a-all thoshe little ‘-‘treatsh’—it’s'h all thanksh t-to you!"] They laugh again, their voice wobbling as their massive chest heaves with the effort. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Y-You wouldn’t'sh jusht'sh l-leave me here, r-right?"] Their playful grin falters for a moment, their voice dropping to a softer, almost pleading tone. Your heart aches, but you glance at the exit behind them. It’s the only way out, and Alex... they’re not going anywhere. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["W-Wait."] Their voice sharpens as realization sets in. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Y-You’re not'sh actually t-thinkin' of leaving, a-are you?"] They try to shift, but their body barely moves, the sheer mass of their form keeping them pinned in place. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["N-No. You wouldn’t. Y-You... You can’t!"] Their voice grows desperate, a mix of disbelief and hurt. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Y-You’re de one w-who brought'sh me a-all thish food! Y-You did thish t-to me!"] Their words are followed by the wet, sloppy sounds of them shoving food into their mouth, each bite a mix of anger and indulgence. Between gulps, their voice softens into a bitter murmur. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I-I’ll be fine. I-I’ve got'sh everythin' I need right'sh h-here..."] (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] As you turn and walk away, the echoes of Alex’s moans and burps follow you, growing fainter with each step. The hum of the Snackrooms swallows their words, leaving you alone with the weight of your decision. (text-colour:"Gold")[(link: "Leave Alex to their gorging 💔")[(go-to: "Nav")]]

The dim, oppressive light of the Snackrooms casts long shadows as you stand before Taylor's enormous, immobile form. Their body sprawls across the sticky floor, the sheer bulk of their swollen figure making their almost unrecognizable. Layers of fat drape over them like a grotesque tapestry, their massive belly spreading out in front of them, pinning them in place. Beads of sweat trickle down their flushed, overfed face, and the unmistakable scent of greasy food lingers in the air around them. Their sunken eyes meet yours, and she sneers. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["O-Oh, it’sh you. C-Come to gawk a-at'sh your handiwork?"] she spits, their voice sharp despite the breathless struggle to speak. You hesitate, the sheer magnitude of their situation rooting you to the spot. Their arms lie uselessly at their sides, buried deep in rolls of fat, and their thighs have ballooned outward, merging into the swollen mass of their lower body. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t'sh jusht'sh shtand d-dere like an i-idiot!"] Taylor snaps, their frustration bubbling over. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I-If you’re not'sh g-goin' to help m-me, at'sh leasht'sh b-brin' me shomethin' t-to eat! Or i-ish that'sh too m-much effort'sh for y-you?"] Their words sting, but the guilt in your chest outweighs their insults. You take a step closer, and their glare intensifies. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["W-What’sh de matter? C-Cat'sh got'sh your t-tongue? Or are y-you finally realizin' h-how much you’ve r-ruined me?"] she snarls, shifting slightly. The motion sends ripples through their massive body, and she winces as the movement strains their bloated form. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I hate thish,"] she mutters, their voice cracking as she struggles to maintain their usual bravado. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I hate thish... b-but'sh I need i-it. You’ve made m-me like thish, a-and now... now I can’t'sh shtop."] You try to speak, but she cuts you off with a bitter laugh. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t'sh even try t-to apologize. Jusht—just'sh g-get'sh me out'sh o-of here."] Their voice wavers, and for the first time, you catch a glimpse of fear behind their anger. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Y-You owe me t-that'sh much. You—you o-owe me, you h-hear me?"] But the truth is clear: she isn’t going anywhere. Their massive, bloated body pins them in place, a monument to their insatiable hunger. Their words echo through the cavernous room as you step back, your heart pounding in your chest. er muttering as you turn away. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Y-You’re pathetic. I d-don’t'sh need you. I don’t..."] Their voice trails off, replaced by the sound of their labored breathing and the wet, sloppy noises of their eating again. Even as you walk away, their anger gives way to resigned indulgence, the faint sound of their chewing chasing you down the hallway. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] The faint hum of the Snackrooms envelops you as you leave them behind, their voice growing fainter with every step. (text-colour:"Gold")[(link: "Leave Taylor to their gorging 💔")[(go-to: "Nav")]]

(if:$Afatlevel>3 and $Tfatlevel <3)[ The dim glow of the Snackrooms feels oppressive as Alex and Taylor stand before you, each holding armfuls of greasy, fattening food. Their contrasting demeanors couldn’t be more obvious—Alex’s eyes twinkle with excitement, a playful grin on their plump face, while Taylor looks down at you with a mix of disdain and smug satisfaction. Alex kneels beside you, setting down a tray piled high with burgers dripping in grease, fried snacks, and sweets practically oozing sugar. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I-I’ve got'sh all y-your favoritesh!"] they chirp, their tone almost too cheerful. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["J-Jusht'sh shit'sh back a-and let'sh me s-shpoil you!"] Taylor leans against the wall, arms crossed, a sneer curling their lips. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Spoil them?"] they scoff, shaking their head. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["More like shovel it in until they’re even more of a blob than they already are. Honestly, it’s embarrassing."] Alex shoots Taylor a glare but doesn’t let it stop them. They pick up a burger, holding it out to you. Their fingers brush yours as they grin. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["C-Come on, open u-up! You’ve gotta t-try thish one—it’sh s-sho good!"] As you take a hesitant bite, Alex claps their hands in delight. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["T-That’sh it! I k-knew you’d love i-it."] Their own fingers linger on their belly for a moment, giving it a satisfied pat. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I-I’ve been shamplin' e-everythin' while I w-wash pickin' deshe o-out. Trusht'sh me, t-thish ish de g-good shtuff."] Taylor groans, stepping forward and grabbing a slice of pizza from the tray. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Fine, if we’re doing this, let’s do it right. Open up, fatso."] They shove the slice toward you, their movements rough but precise. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Don’t pretend you’re not loving this. It’s all you ever think about, isn’t it? Stuffing your face?"] Alex frowns, their expression softening as they turn back to you. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["D-Don’t'sh lishten to t-them. You’re amazing, o-okay? Beshides, a l-little indulgence never h-hurt'sh anyone. Or... m-maybe a lot'sh o-of indulgence."] They giggle, giving your belly a playful poke. Taylor rolls their eyes but doesn’t stop. They grab a donut, its glaze glistening in the dim light, and wave it in front of your face. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Hurry up and eat this before it drips everywhere. Honestly, you’re a mess, and we’re just making it worse."] Alex leans closer, their voice a conspiratorial whisper. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["T-They actsh all t-tough, but'sh I t-think they're enjoyin' t-thish ash much a-ash I am."] (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I heard that,"] Taylor snaps, their cheeks flushing slightly. They grab another handful of fries, shoving them into your mouth without waiting. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["If I have to be stuck in this nightmare, I might as well make it entertaining. And you? You’re the entertainment."] The feeding continues, Alex alternating between cheerful encouragement and Taylor’s begrudging insults. Despite their differences, they both seem oddly in sync, their hands never leaving the mountain of food as they shovel it toward you. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Gold")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["T-That’sh it, you’re d-doin' great!"] Alex coos, their excitement infectious. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Great?"] Taylor says with a snort. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["More like pathetic. But hey, at least they’re consistent."] The room fills with the sounds of chewing, laughter, and the occasional sharp remark, their dynamic a strange blend of care and cruelty. As your belly stretches tighter, you can’t help but wonder how far they’ll take this—and whether you’ll even have the strength to stop them. ] (else-if:$Tfatlevel>3 and $Afatlevel <3)[ The dim glow of the Snackrooms feels oppressive as Alex and Taylor stand before you, each holding armfuls of greasy, fattening food. Their contrasting demeanors couldn’t be more obvious—Alex’s eyes twinkle with excitement, a playful grin on their plump face, while Taylor looks down at you with a mix of disdain and smug satisfaction. Alex kneels beside you, setting down a tray piled high with burgers dripping in grease, fried snacks, and sweets practically oozing sugar. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I’ve got all your favorites!"] they chirp, their tone almost too cheerful. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Just sit back and let me spoil you!"] Taylor leans against the wall, arms crossed, a sneer curling their lips. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["S-Spoil them?"] they scoff, shaking their head. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["M-More like shhovel i-it'sh in until t-they’re even more o-of a blob t-than t-they already a-are. Honeshtly, it’sh e-embarrashsing."] Alex shoots Taylor a glare but doesn’t let it stop them. They pick up a burger, holding it out to you. Their fingers brush yours as they grin. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Come on, open up! You’ve gotta try this one—it’s so good!"] As you take a hesitant bite, Alex claps their hands in delight. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["That’s it! I knew you’d love it."] Their own fingers linger on their belly for a moment, giving it a satisfied pat. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I’ve been sampling everything while I was picking these out. Trust me, this is the good stuff."] Taylor groans, stepping forward and grabbing a slice of pizza from the tray. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["F-Fine, if we’re d-doin' thish, let’sh d-do it'sh right. O-Open up, fatsho."] They shove the slice toward you, their movements rough but precise. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t'sh pretend you’re n-not'sh lovin' thish. I-It’sh all you e-ever think about, i-ishn’t'sh it? Stuffin' y-your face?"] Alex frowns, their expression softening as they turn back to you. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Don’t listen to them. You’re amazing, okay? Besides, a little indulgence never hurt anyone. Or... maybe a lot of indulgence."] They giggle, giving your belly a playful poke. Taylor rolls their eyes but doesn’t stop. They grab a donut, its glaze glistening in the dim light, and wave it in front of your face. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["H-Hurry up and e-eat'sh thish before i-it'sh dripsh everywhere. H-Honeshtly, you’re a m-meshs, and we’re j-jusht'sh makin' it'sh w-worshe."] Alex leans closer, their voice a conspiratorial whisper. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["They act all tough, but I think they’re enjoying this as much as I am."] (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I heard that'sh,"] Taylor snaps, their cheeks flushing slightly. They grab another handful of fries, shoving them into your mouth without waiting. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I-If I have t-to be shtuck i-in thish nightmare, I might'sh ash w-well make it'sh e-entertaining. And you? Y-You’re de entertainment."] The feeding continues, Alex alternating between cheerful encouragement and Taylor’s begrudging insults. Despite their differences, they both seem oddly in sync, their hands never leaving the mountain of food as they shovel it toward you. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Gold")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["That’s it, you’re doing great!"] Alex coos, their excitement infectious. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["G-Great'sh?"] Taylor says with a snort. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["M-More like pathetic. B-But'sh hey, at'sh l-leasht'sh t-they’re conshistent."] The room fills with the sounds of chewing, laughter, and the occasional sharp remark, their dynamic a strange blend of care and cruelty. As your belly stretches tighter, you can’t help but wonder how far they’ll take this—and whether you’ll even have the strength to stop them. ] (else-if:$Tfatlevel>3 and $Afatlevel>3)[ The dim glow of the Snackrooms feels oppressive as Alex and Taylor stand before you, each holding armfuls of greasy, fattening food. Their contrasting demeanors couldn’t be more obvious—Alex’s eyes twinkle with excitement, a playful grin on her plump face, while Taylor looks down at you with a mix of disdain and smug satisfaction. Alex kneels beside you, setting down a tray piled high with burgers dripping in grease, fried snacks, and sweets practically oozing sugar. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I-I’ve got'sh all y-your favoritesh!"] they chirp, their tone almost too cheerful. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["J-Jusht'sh shit'sh back a-and let'sh me s-shpoil you!"] Taylor leans against the wall, arms crossed, a sneer curling their lips. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["S-Spoil dem?"] they scoff, shaking their head. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["M-More like shhovel i-it'sh in until d-dey’re even more o-of a blob t-than dey already a-are. Honeshtly, it’sh e-embarrashsing."] Alex shoots Taylor a glare but doesn’t let it stop them. They picks up a burger, holding it out to you. Their fingers brush yours as they grin. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["C-Come on, open u-up! You’ve gotta t-try thish one—it’sh s-sho good!"] As you take a hesitant bite, Alex claps their hands in delight. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["T-That’sh it! I k-knew you’d love i-it."] Their own fingers linger on their belly for a moment, giving it a satisfied pat. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I-I’ve been shamplin' e-everythin' while I w-wash pickin' deshe o-out. Trusht'sh me, t-thish ish de g-good shtuff."] Taylor groans, stepping forward and grabbing a slice of pizza from the tray. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["F-Fine, if we’re d-doin' thish, let’sh d-do it'sh right. O-Open up, fatsho."] They shove the slice toward you, their movements rough but precise. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t'sh pretend you’re n-not'sh lovin' thish. I-It’sh all you e-ever think about, i-ishn’t'sh it? Stuffin' y-your face?"] Alex frowns, their expression softening as they turns back to you. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["D-Don’t'sh lishten to t-them. You’re amazing, o-okay? Beshides, a l-little indulgence never h-hurt'sh anyone. Or... m-maybe a lot'sh o-of indulgence."] They giggle, giving your belly a playful poke. Taylor rolls their eyes but doesn’t stop. They grab a donut, its glaze glistening in the dim light, and waves it in front of your face. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["H-Hurry up and e-eat'sh thish before i-it'sh dripsh everywhere. H-Honeshtly, you’re a m-mess'h, and we’re j-jusht'sh makin' it'sh w-worshe."] Alex leans closer, their voice a conspiratorial whisper. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["T-They actsh all t-tough, but'sh I t-think they're enjoyin' t-thish ash much a-ash I am."] (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I heard that'sh,"] Taylor snaps, their cheeks flushing slightly. They grab another handful of fries, shoving them into your mouth without waiting. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I-If I have t-to be shtuck i-in thish nightmare, I might'sh ash w-well make it'sh e-entertaining. And you? Y-You’re de entertainment."] The feeding continues, Alex alternating between cheerful encouragement and Taylor’s begrudging insults. Despite their differences, they both seem oddly in sync, their hands never leaving the mountain of food as they shovel it toward you. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Gold")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["T-That’sh it, you’re d-doin' great!"] Alex coos, their excitement infectious. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["G-Great'sh?"] Taylor says with a snort. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["M-More like pathetic. B-But'sh hey, at'sh l-leasht'sh dey’re conshistent."] The room fills with the sounds of chewing, laughter, and the occasional sharp remark, their dynamic a strange blend of care and cruelty. As your belly stretches tighter, you can’t help but wonder how far they’ll take this—and whether you’ll even have the strength to stop them. ] (else:)[ The dim glow of the Snackrooms feels oppressive as Alex and Taylor stand before you, each holding armfuls of greasy, fattening food. Their contrasting demeanors couldn’t be more obvious—Alex’s eyes twinkle with excitement, a playful grin on their plump face, while Taylor looks down at you with a mix of disdain and smug satisfaction. Alex kneels beside you, setting down a tray piled high with burgers dripping in grease, fried snacks, and sweets practically oozing sugar. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I’ve got all your favorites!"] they chirp, their tone almost too cheerful. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Just sit back and let me spoil you!"] Taylor leans against the wall, arms crossed, a sneer curling their lips. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Spoil them?"] they scoff, shaking their head. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["More like shovel it in until they’re even more of a blob than they already are. Honestly, it’s embarrassing."] Alex shoots Taylor a glare but doesn’t let it stop them. They pick up a burger, holding it out to you. Their fingers brush yours as they grin. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Come on, open up! You’ve gotta try this one—it’s so good!"] As you take a hesitant bite, Alex claps their hands in delight. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["That’s it! I knew you’d love it."] Their own fingers linger on their belly for a moment, giving it a satisfied pat. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I’ve been sampling everything while I was picking these out. Trust me, this is the good stuff."] Taylor groans, stepping forward and grabbing a slice of pizza from the tray. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Fine, if we’re doing this, let’s do it right. Open up, fatso."] They shove the slice toward you, their movements rough but precise. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Don’t pretend you’re not loving this. It’s all you ever think about, isn’t it? Stuffing your face?"] Alex frowns, their expression softening as they turn back to you. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Don’t listen to them. You’re amazing, okay? Besides, a little indulgence never hurt anyone. Or... maybe a lot of indulgence."] They giggle, giving your belly a playful poke. Taylor rolls their eyes but doesn’t stop. They grab a donut, its glaze glistening in the dim light, and wave it in front of your face. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Hurry up and eat this before it drips everywhere. Honestly, you’re a mess, and we’re just making it worse."] Alex leans closer, their voice a conspiratorial whisper. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["They act all tough, but I think they’re enjoying this as much as I am."] (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I heard that,"] Taylor snaps, their cheeks flushing slightly. They grab another handful of fries, shoving them into your mouth without waiting. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["If I have to be stuck in this nightmare, I might as well make it entertaining. And you? You’re the entertainment."] The feeding continues, Alex alternating between cheerful encouragement and Taylor’s begrudging insults. Despite their differences, they both seem oddly in sync, their hands never leaving the mountain of food as they shovel it toward you. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Gold")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["That’s it, you’re doing great!"] Alex coos, their excitement infectious. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Great?"] Taylor says with a snort. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["More like pathetic. But hey, at least they’re consistent."] The room fills with the sounds of chewing, laughter, and the occasional sharp remark, their dynamic a strange blend of care and cruelty. As your belly stretches tighter, you can’t help but wonder how far they’ll take this—and whether you’ll even have the strength to stop them. ] (set: $feedCheck1 to true)\ [[You're painfully stuffed but you continue on 💕->Nav]]

(if:$Afatlevel>3)[ The Snackroom feels almost oppressive with the smell of grease and sugar hanging in the air. Every slight movement feels laborious, every breath a reminder of how far you’ve come—or fallen. Alex stands before you, their face glowing with a mix of excitement and satisfaction. They hold a massive platter piled high with fried snacks, drizzled in rich sauces, and crowned with a mountain of whipped cream. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["Y-You’ve really outdone y-yourshelf,"] Alex purrs, placing the platter on the table in front of you. They pluck a dripping slice of cheesy bread from the pile, holding it teasingly close to your lips. You hesitate for a moment, but Alex grins, their tone soft yet insistent. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["C-Come on, don’t'sh s-shtop now. You’ve w-worked sho hard t-to get'sh here. L-Let'sh me take c-care of you."] As you open your mouth, they gently place the slice inside, watching with delighted fascination as you chew. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["T-That’sh it. Good, r-right? See, I k-knew you’d love i-it. I mean, w-who wouldn’t?"] They pick up another piece—this time a fried drumstick, glistening with oil—and press it into your hand. Their fingers linger for a moment, squeezing your pudgy hand affectionately. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["I-It’sh amazing, ishn’t'sh i-it? Watchin' you e-enjoy all thish... I-It’sh like art."] Alex steps closer, their body pressing lightly against your arm. You can feel the warmth of their skin through the thin fabric of their clothes. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["T-Thish ish amazing, t-two hogsh piggin' o-out'sh together!"] They slide a chocolate-dipped pastry between your lips, their eyes sparkling as they watch you take a bite. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["D-Don’t'sh shtop. Keep g-going. Every bite, e-every pound—it’sh all p-part'sh of de m-mashterpiece. And you? Y-You’re de shtar."] Their hands wander to your belly, gently pressing and kneading the soft flesh. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["I-It’sh incredible, you k-know? How much y-you’ve grown. You’re l-like a monument'sh t-to pleashure. And I get'sh to b-be de one w-who feedsh it."] As the platter starts to empty, Alex’s enthusiasm only grows. They fetch more from the endless piles of food scattered around the room, their delight infectious. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["Y-You’re unshtoppable. Honeshtly, I don’t'sh know h-how you do i-it. But'sh I’m h-here for it, e-every shtep of d-de way. "] Their tone turns teasing as they hold up a dripping dessert. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["-Jusht'sh promishe me y-you won’t'sh get'sh s-sho big you f-forget'sh about'sh little o-ol’ me, okay? I mean, who e-elshe ish goin' t-to shpoil you l-like thish?"] They wink, placing the dessert into your open mouth. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Gold")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] The feeding continues, each bite feeling like both a celebration and a surrender. You can see the admiration in Alex’s eyes, their own hunger not for food, but for the sight of you growing bigger and more dependent. ] (else:)[ The Snackroom feels almost oppressive with the smell of grease and sugar hanging in the air. Every slight movement feels laborious, every breath a reminder of how far you’ve come—or fallen. Alex stands before you, their face glowing with a mix of excitement and satisfaction. They hold a massive platter piled high with fried snacks, drizzled in rich sauces, and crowned with a mountain of whipped cream. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["You’ve really outdone yourself,"] Alex purrs, placing the platter on the table in front of you. They pluck a dripping slice of cheesy bread from the pile, holding it teasingly close to your lips. You hesitate for a moment, but Alex grins, their tone soft yet insistent. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["Come on, don’t stop now. You’ve worked so hard to get here. Let me take care of you."] As you open your mouth, they gently place the slice inside, watching with delighted fascination as you chew. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["That’s it. Good, right? See, I knew you’d love it. I mean, who wouldn’t?"] They pick up another piece—this time a fried drumstick, glistening with oil—and press it into your hand. Their fingers linger for a moment, squeezing your pudgy hand affectionately. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["It’s amazing, isn’t it? Watching you enjoy all this... It’s like art."] Alex steps closer, their body pressing lightly against your arm. You can feel the warmth of their skin through the thin fabric of their clothes. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["Honestly, I envy you. You get to just... let go. No worries, no guilt. Just you and all this incredible food."] They slide a chocolate-dipped pastry between your lips, their eyes sparkling as they watch you take a bite. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["Don’t stop. Keep going. Every bite, every pound—it’s all part of the masterpiece. And you? You’re the star."] Their hands wander to your belly, gently pressing and kneading the soft flesh. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["It’s incredible, you know? How much you’ve grown. You’re like a monument to pleasure. And I get to be the one who feeds it."] As the platter starts to empty, Alex’s enthusiasm only grows. They fetch more from the endless piles of food scattered around the room, their delight infectious. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["You’re unstoppable. Honestly, I don’t know how you do it. But I’m here for it, every step of the way."] Their tone turns teasing as they hold up a dripping dessert. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["Just promise me you won’t get so big you forget about little ol’ me, okay? I mean, who else is going to spoil you like this?"] They wink, placing the dessert into your open mouth. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Gold")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] The feeding continues, each bite feeling like both a celebration and a surrender. You can see the admiration in Alex’s eyes, their own hunger not for food, but for the sight of you growing bigger and more dependent. ] (set: $feedCheck1 to true)\ [[You're painfully stuffed but you continue on 💕->Nav]]

(if:$Tfatlevel>3)[ The dim light of the Snackroom casts long shadows over the piles of discarded wrappers and half-empty trays. You’re slouched in a chair that groans under your weight, the soft padding barely visible beneath your wide frame. Taylor stands before you, arms crossed, a plate of greasy snacks balanced precariously in one hand. Their lips curl into a smirk, though their eyes narrow with a mix of irritation and reluctant amusement. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["Y-You’ve got'sh to b-be kiddin' me,"] they mutter, holding up a dripping slice of pizza. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["Y-You really can’t'sh e-even feed yourshelf n-now, huh? Pathetic."] Despite their words, they lean closer, their tone softening slightly as they wave the pizza in front of your face. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["O-Open up, den. M-Might'sh ash well m-make thish ash q-quick and painleshs'h a-ash poshsible—for me, a-anyway."] You obey, opening your mouth wide, and they shove the pizza in, their fingers brushing against your lips. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["D-Dere. Happy now? I shwear, you’re l-like shome overshized h-hog."] Their hand moves to their hip, where a towel is tucked into their waistband, and they wipe off the grease. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["I don’t'sh know w-why I’m even b-bothering. You’re already a walkin' trashh h-heap. But'sh hey, y-you’re de one w-who wanted thish, r-right?"] Despite their biting remarks, they pick up another snack—this time a handful of fries coated in cheese and bacon bits. They sigh dramatically, shaking their head. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["-You’re lucky I’m e-even shtill here. A-Anyone elshe would’ve l-left'sh you to r-roll around in y-your own filth a-agesh ago. But'sh n-no, I’m shtuck p-playin' babyshitter for d-de human landfill."] They press the fries against your lips, and you take them eagerly. Their expression twists into a mix of disgust and begrudging satisfaction as they watch you chew. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["U-Unbelievable,"] they mutter under their breath. But then, as their eyes roam over your massive body, something shifts. They let out a short, mocking laugh and place a hand on your bloated belly, giving it a rough squeeze. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["Y-You know, I u-ushed to think t-thish wash gross'h, b-but'sh now? It’sh k-kind of funny. Y-You’re like a g-giant, jigglin' reminder o-of your own b-bad decishions."] They grab a sticky dessert next, holding it up as though inspecting it. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["H-Here’sh de real q-queshtion: how much b-bigger do you t-think you’ll get? H-Hmm? I mean, d-dere’sh gotta be a limit'sh shomewhere... b-but'sh maybe not. Y-You’re practically a b-black hole at'sh t-thish point."] Their voice drips with sarcasm, but their actions betray their words. They push the dessert into your mouth, watching as you eagerly devour it. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["L-Look at'sh you g-go. Like a l-little piggy who d-doeshn’t'sh know when t-to shtop. You’re s-sho far gone i-it’sh almosht'sh impreshsive. A-Almosht."] As they continue to feed you, their jabs grow sharper, but their motions become more deliberate, as though they’re settling into the role despite themself. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t'sh get'sh too c-comfortable, though. Thish d-doeshn’t'sh mean I l-like you or w-whatever. I’m jusht'sh k-keepin' you alive l-long enough to s-shee how much m-more ridiculoush you c-can get."] (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Gold")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] Their lips twitch into a smirk, and for a brief moment, there’s a flicker of genuine amusement in their eyes. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["G-Go on. Eat'sh u-up. Let’sh shee h-how much more o-of thish you c-can shwallow before y-your heart'sh finally g-givesh out."] ] (else:)[ The dim light of the Snackroom casts long shadows over the piles of discarded wrappers and half-empty trays. You’re slouched in a chair that groans under your weight, the soft padding barely visible beneath your wide frame. Taylor stands before you, arms crossed, a plate of greasy snacks balanced precariously in one hand. Their lips curl into a smirk, though their eyes narrow with a mix of irritation and reluctant amusement. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["You’ve got to be kidding me,"] they mutter, holding up a dripping slice of pizza. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["You really can’t even feed yourself now, huh? Pathetic."] Despite their words, they lean closer, their tone softening slightly as they wave the pizza in front of your face. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["Open up, then. Might as well make this as quick and painless as possible—for me, anyway."] You obey, opening your mouth wide, and they shove the pizza in, their fingers brushing against your lips. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["There. Happy now? I swear, you’re like some oversized hog."] Their hand moves to their hip, where a towel is tucked into their waistband, and they wipe off the grease. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["I don’t know why I’m even bothering. You’re already a walking trash heap. But hey, you’re the one who wanted this, right?"] Despite their biting remarks, they pick up another snack—this time a handful of fries coated in cheese and bacon bits. They sigh dramatically, shaking their head. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["You’re lucky I’m even still here. Anyone else would’ve left you to roll around in your own filth ages ago. But no, I’m stuck playing babysitter for the human landfill."] They press the fries against your lips, and you take them eagerly. Their expression twists into a mix of disgust and begrudging satisfaction as they watch you chew. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["Unbelievable,"] they mutter under their breath. But then, as their eyes roam over your massive body, something shifts. They let out a short, mocking laugh and place a hand on your bloated belly, giving it a rough squeeze. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["You know, I used to think this was gross, but now? It’s kind of funny. You’re like a giant, jiggling reminder of your own bad decisions."] (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Gold")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] Their lips twitch into a smirk, and for a brief moment, there’s a flicker of genuine amusement in their eyes. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["Go on. Eat up. Let’s see how much more of this you can swallow before your heart finally gives out."] ] (set: $feedCheck1 to true)\ [[You're painfully stuffed but you continue on 💕->Nav]]

The Snackroom is eerily quiet except for the steady hum of the fluorescent lights overhead and the faint creak of the furniture beneath your massive bulk. The feast before you stretches endlessly, a monument to your excess. Alex and Taylor are gone, each consumed by their own appetites, left immobile somewhere in the labyrinth. Yet even without them, the siren song of the food was too much to resist. You’ve eaten and eaten, every bite pushing you closer to the precipice. Your belly sprawls outward like a mountain, your limbs swallowed by soft rolls of fat. Each breath is shallow and labored, the effort of moving even an inch long since abandoned. With one last sticky, greasy bite, you succumb to the exhaustion of your gluttony and drift into a food-induced slumber. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- When you wake, the first thing you notice is the oppressive heaviness of your body. Movement is a distant memory. Even your fingers struggle to twitch beneath the layers of plush, bloated flesh. The Snackroom feels smaller, its walls closing in around your titanic frame. And then, you hear it—soft, labored breathing, not your own. You strain to lift your head, but even that effort is impossible. Instead, you roll your eyes as far as they can go and spot two familiar figures, just as enormous and immobile as you. Alex lies to your left, their body an unrecognizable mound of soft rolls and sagging flesh. Their cheeks are flushed, their mouth lazily chewing on what remains of a half-eaten pastry clutched in their pudgy hand. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["M-Mmmffph... ...*hmphhh*... shtill... sho ...*mmehh*... g-good~"] they mumble around the bite, their voice muffled but content. To your right is Taylor, sprawled out like a beached whale, their belly rising and falling with each shallow breath. Their body is an absolute mess—food stains streak their front, sauces smeared across their sagging chest and bloated belly. They’re mid-chew when they notice you, their eyes narrowing as a wet belch forces its way out. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["Y-Y-You’re ...*HRRPPphh*... awake? ...*hmphhh*... Of c-courshe you ...*hmphhh*... are... y-you ...*blurrRRPPP*... fat'sh shack ...*nggnhh*... o-of *hrrrPPPhh* damn i-it! Thish ish y-your fault!"] They shove another handful of greasy fries into their mouth, half of it falling back onto their chest. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["G-G-gahhh... ...*hmphh*... can’t... believe... ...*uhhhnn*... u-uuhnngghhh... thish ...*grrrrRRPPp*... ish ...*hahhh*... w-what'sh I’ve ...*aaahhh*... become... ...*ehhnn*... A BLOATED SACK ...*gasp*... O-OF LARD!"] Taylor’s voice is thick with anger, but it’s punctuated by involuntary moans of pleasure as they keep eating, unable to stop themselves. A glob of syrup drips down their chin, joining the sea of stains on their body. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["D-D-damn ...*BRRRPPpp*... it! ...*gurrrPP*... Ohhhhhh... W-What'sh de ...*hnnff*... hell... ...*gasp*... u-uuurrRPPPpphh... ...*ehhrrgh*... am I e-even ...*wheeze*... doing?"] They glare at you, even as they reach for another handful of food. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")[''*~$tempSFX2~*'']]] Alex giggles softly, their cheeks dimpling as they pop a sticky morsel into their mouth. (text-color:"DarkOrange")["F-Face it, Taylor... ...*hmphhh*... w-we’re ...*nnghhmm*... all ...*gasp*... here b-becaushe ...*mmehh*... we ...*nnghhmm*... couldn’t'sh ...*puff*... r-reshist. ...*aaahhh*... Blamin' ...*BBBRRRpp*... dem w-won’t'sh make you ...*hrrpPPPHH*... a-any shmaller."] They laugh, their rolls quaking with the motion. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[''*~$tempSFX3~*'']]] Taylor growls, muffled by another massive bite of pie they’ve shoved in their mouth. (text-color:"MediumPurple")["S-Shut'sh it, Alex! M-Mmphhh... uhhhnnghh... I s-shwear—hahhh—if I could s-shtill move—oooohhh—I’d shmack t-that'sh shmug grin o-off your face!"] But their words lose any venom as they groan, the pleasure of eating overriding their frustration. Movement is impossible—your limbs are encased in soft rolls of your own making, too sluggish and bloated to lift. And yet, the hunger remains, a gnawing, insatiable void that echoes in your very being. Out of the dim haze of the Snackroom, the hands appear. Translucent and spectral, they float around you, pale and glowing faintly with an unnatural light. They move with a will of their own, graceful and deliberate, carrying plate after plate of food that seems to materialize out of thin air. Plates laden with glistening meats, sticky pastries dripping with icing, and bowls of syrupy confections hover before your lips. You try to speak, to protest, but the hunger wins out. Your mouth opens involuntarily, and the hands take their cue. A dripping piece of fried dough is pressed gently to your lips. The sweetness bursts onto your tongue as the hands push it further into your mouth, never relenting until the last crumb is swallowed. Another hand follows, carrying a greasy drumstick that glistens under the dim light. The hands are relentless, feeding you bite after bite, never allowing you to pause, never giving you a moment to resist. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Gold")[''*~bwoOOOrrrRRRPppp~*'']]] Your cheeks bulge as more and more food is pushed into your mouth. Spectral fingers dab at the crumbs on your face with eerie tenderness, only to immediately present the next offering. A cascade of rich, heavy cream is poured into your mouth from above, the thick liquid spilling over your lips and dribbling down your chin. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Gold")[''*~mpphhhHHHhhFFf~*'']]] Your body groans under the constant influx of food, your belly stretching outward, pressing tightly against the limits of your clothes—or what’s left of them. The fabric has long since been pushed aside or torn, leaving your growing form exposed to the cool air. Your skin glistens with a sheen of sweat as you sink deeper into your bloated state. (text-style: "rumble")[(text-style: "shudder")[(text-colour:"Gold")[''*~GroooOOaAAaann~*'']]] The hands work tirelessly, their cold touch contrasting with the heat of your swollen body. They press desserts, fried treats, and thick slabs of meat into your grease stained tired mouth. Tears well up in the corners of your cheek obscured eyes as your mouth and stomach are filled to bursting. As you chew and swallow, the room seems to shift and blur, your senses dulling under the sheer volume of food. The hunger begins to fade, replaced by a sluggish, euphoric haze, but the hands don’t stop. They bring more, always more, piling food onto your tongue, stroking your bloated belly as if to coax it to stretch even further. The weight of your body grows heavier, the pressure on your overfilled stomach mounting, but still, the hands persist. They caress your rounded cheeks, stroke the soft folds of your arms, and press into the ever-expanding dome of your belly as if admiring their handiwork. You lose track of time as the spectral hands continue their work. Hours? Days? It doesn’t matter. All you know is the endless cycle of being fed, your body swelling larger with each passing moment. The Snackroom hums around you, its purpose fulfilled as the hands carry on, ensuring you never feel hunger—or anything else—again. (link: "Restart")[(reload:)]

(set: _tempRand to (random:5))\ (if:_tempRand < 2)[ (if: $Tdominance_meter > $Adominance_meter + 65)[ Taylor shifts, struggling as they try to maneuver their bulk as they awkwardly waddle thorugh the dim corridor. Their breathing is heavier than usual, cheeks flushed with frustration, exertion and something else—resentment. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["You two think this is funny?"] Taylor snaps, between huffs and puffs. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["You’ve both been feeding me non stop—while I end up like this. Bigger than either of you! I can barely keep up..."] Alex looks up, startled, a half-eaten cupcake still in hand. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Whoa, Taylor. No one made you eat anything. You were enjoying it as much as we were. Maybe more."] (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["As if I could help myself with you two bombarding me with non stop treats... I'm a hog now and it's your fault!"] Taylor rests a flabby arm against a wall trying to catch her breath. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Why so negative Taylor, you ate everything we gave you so you must have wanted to end up like this, we didn't force you to pig out~"] (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["What do you have to say $name?] They spit out wheezing against the wall. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[[[🟣 Assure Taylor that you thought they were enjoying it and you'll make sure you will all escape->TaylorAgree]]] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[[[🟠 Agree with Alex that Taylor wanted to get this huge otherwise they wouldn't have indulged->AlexAgree]]] ] (else-if: $Adominance_meter > $Tdominance_meter + 65)[ Alex's increased size is especially apparent, they have been gorging non-stop. They shift uncomfortably, their body looks like it takes a monumental effort to do anything. Taylor, on the other hand, stands with their arms crossed, trying to hide their frustration. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Damn... It's getting harder to move but... I-I jsut can't help myself, everything tastes too good~"] Alex says, their voice out of breath, but there’s an undeniable pride in their tone. Their fingers brush against their bloated engorged belly, the soft heavy roll of flesh spilling over the waistband of her pants. They look at Taylor with a raised brow, their smile widening as she grunts bending over to pick up a messy burger. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Hrnnnff... N-No matter how much I eat I can't stop... Being huge feels so good~"] Taylor glares at Alex, their arms tightening around her midsection as they grit their teeth. There's a touch of irritation in their voice. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Oh, please. Don’t think you can just flaunt that around like it’s some sort of achievement. You’re the one who keeps stuffing your face, and look where it’s gotten you! You're an insatiable hog"] Taylor gestures toward Alex’s swollen belly with a dramatic flick of their wrist. They jab a finger into their flabby underbelly, the lard laden gut swallowing it up to the knuckle. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["At least I’m not acting like I’m proud of bieng a hog. You’ve been shoveling in food nonstop and now look at you! You can barely move, and you’re still talking like you’ve won some sort of prize."] Alex’s eyes narrow as they steps closer, their heavy form shifting slightly, but they’re quick to reply. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Oh, really? Because I think you're just jealous... I'm getting softer whilst eating as much I want, maybe you just wanna indulge like me but are too much of a coward to give in~] Their tone shifts from defensive to teasing, the smugness evident in their words. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["You know, maybe you just can’t handle a little indulgence, huh? I mean, I get it. You’ve been trying to keep up, but some people just don’t have the stomach for it."] Taylor clenches their fists, their face turning red with both anger and frustration. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["It’s not about 'handling it,' it’s about control! You’re just too busy gorging yourself to see it, Alex. I never asked for this, but you can't see that this place is consuming you!? Don't you even want to escape anymore?] The two lock eyes, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. For a moment, the entire room feels like it’s closing in on you. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[[[🟣 Agree with Taylor that Alex is taking it a bit too far->TaylorAgree]]] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[[[🟠 Encourage Alex to indulge more->AlexAgree]]] ] (else:)[ Taylor shifts their weight with an audible grunt, glaring across the room. Their voice is thick with accusation, but laced with hurt pride. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t play innocent, Alex. You’ve definitely been sneakin' me extra helpings. Every round, s-something ‘extra’ ends up on my tray."] They jab a finger toward the crumbs at their side. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["D-Don’t think I haven’t noticed!"] Alex scoffs, their cheeks flushed—not just from exertion, but from indignation. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Me? You’re one to talk! Half the time I turn around, you’re passing me another greasy treat’"] They cross their arms, their soft middle jiggling slightly from the motion. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Face it, Taylor—you’ve been trying to outgrow me, and now you’re salty it’s not working."] Taylor narrows their eyes. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["O-Outgrow you?! You’re delusional. If anyone’s trying to turn someone into a walking pile of lard, it’s you."] Their bickering escalates, voices echoing off the greasy walls of the Snackrooms, each blaming the other for their expanding sizes. Then, in perfect unison, their eyes turn to you. Alex squints. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["...Or maybe it’s them. Always so quiet. So helpful. Too helpful. Feeding us while they stay just comfortable enough."] Taylor folds their arms, eyes narrowed in suspicion. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Y-Yeah... Real convenient, huh? Maybe you’re the one behind all this..."] (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[[[🟣 Side with Taylor->TaylorAgree]]] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[[[🟠 Side with Alex->AlexAgree]]] ] ]\ (else-if:_tempRand < 3)[ The corridor forks ahead, dim lights flickering over two equally ominous paths. Taylor narrows their eyes, pointing left. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["We should go this way. It's wider, and I swear I heard something—like air movement. Could be an exit."] Alex shakes their head, arms crossed, glancing warily down the darker right-hand path. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Or it's just another vent blowing hot air. The other path smells like food—I'm getting hungry again~"] Taylor lets out a scoff. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Seriously? You're still thinking about food? We've been trapped here for who knows how long, and you're worried about snacks?"] Alex shrugs, clearly annoyed. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["It's survival, Taylor. What if the other path is just another dead end? Better to be full and lost than starving and lost."] Taylor glares, their voice rising. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Better to actually escape than get distracted again! I'm not waddling around here forever."] They both turn to you, eyes expectant. Clearly, you're the tiebreaker. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[[[🟣 Agree with Taylor->TaylorAgree]]] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[[[🟠 Agree with Alex->AlexAgree]]] ]\ (else-if:_tempRand < 4)[ The narrow hallway ahead seems to stretch on endlessly, with shadows playing tricks on your eyes. Taylor takes a step forward, tapping their foot impatiently. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["We should keep moving. The longer we stay here, the more likely we’ll run into something worse. Trust me, we can’t afford to waste time."] Alex, on the other hand, pauses to glance around, chewing on a snack as if the situation is nothing more than a mild inconvenience. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Hold on. Let’s take a breather. We've been walking for hours, and honestly, I could use a break. Who knows what’s down that next hallway."] Taylor rolls their eyes, clearly frustrated. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["A break? Seriously? Do you really think that’s a good idea right now? We’re in a weird, creepy maze, and you want to just sit down like everything’s fine?"] Alex grins, unbothered. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Sometimes, you’ve gotta take a moment. You never know what might happen if you keep pushing yourself too hard. Besides, food sounds good right now."] Taylor crosses their arms, tapping their foot again. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Food? You’re more worried about food than figuring out how to get out of here? Unbelievable. We don’t have time for this."] The tension rises as both of them look at you expectantly, waiting for you to make a choice. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[[[🟣 Agree with Taylor->TaylorAgree]]] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[[[🟠 Agree with Alex->AlexAgree]]] ]\ (else-if:_tempRand < 5)[ The narrow corridor ahead is completely blocked by towering stacks of food—bags of chips, mountains of pastries, trays of greasy burgers, and towering cupcakes. It's a wall of junk food that seems to go on forever, and the only way forward is through it. Everyone stands there, staring at the monstrous pile. Taylor scoffs, hands on their hips. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Great. Just great. Now we’re stuck in this stupid maze... with a food mountain in the way. Seriously? What are we supposed to do now?"] Alex, looking far too cheerful about the situation, crosses their arms and tilts their head. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Well, there's only one way forward, huh? Someone’s gotta eat it. And I think we all know who's the best fit for the job."] Taylor glares at Alex, clearly annoyed. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Don’t look at me. I’m not the one who’s going to eat this garbage. You’re the one who always loves snacking! Why don’t you do it?"] Alex smirks, not at all phased. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Oh, I would, but I already ate a ton back there. Plus, it seems like you’ve had your fair share of this... delightful maze food already, huh? Seems only fair you take the responsibility."] Taylor huffs, clearly annoyed by Alex’s words. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I am not eating all this crap just to clear the way. I’m not going to make myself even bigger for your entertainment. Besides, it’s not my fault you both got so obsessed with feeding me."] The two look at you expectantly, as if waiting for you to either jump in or choose who will eat the food. The air between them is tense. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- [[The food in front of you looks overwhelming, but there's no other way forward. The mountain of food will take a toll on you, but you push yourself to clear the path.->PlayerEat]] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[[[Alex seems all too eager to get this over with, and it’s clear they’re not backing down. But will they really take on the challenge?->Alex Eat]]] (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[[[Taylor clearly doesn't want to do it, but they might have no choice but to swallow their pride—and all that food—to clear the way.->TaylorEat]]] ]\ (else-if:_tempRand < 6)[ (if:$fatlevel>2.5)[Heavier than before, you struggle to keep up with Taylor and Alex. Your movements are slower, and each step seems more difficult, as your body has gotten flabbier and heavier. The tension between the three of you is palpable. Taylor rolls their eyes, pausing to look back at $name. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Really? Is this how far we’ve come? You can barely keep up, and it’s because you just keep stuffing your face. I can’t believe this."] Alex glances at $name, then back at Taylor with a shrug. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Hey, let’s not be too harsh. Everyone’s enjoying themselves. A little extra weight never hurt anyone. Right?"] But Taylor is having none of it, the frustration in their voice growing. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Yeah, maybe you think that, Alex, but it’s obvious that $name can’t even move without getting winded. This isn’t just ‘a little extra weight’ anymore. They’ve become a mess."] You pause, catching your breath, and feel the weight of Taylor’s words. Your body aches from the strain of carrying the extra pounds, but you can’t help but feel a pang of embarrassment as Taylor’s harsh tone cuts through the air. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["You’ve been pushing them to eat, too, you know, Alex. What did you think would happen? They’re just as much to blame for this as you are."] Alex's face falls for a moment, but they quickly shake it off, still trying to be upbeat. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I didn’t force anyone. I just wanted to have a little fun, and I thought we were all in this together. We all had a choice, and hey, look, we’re all a little bit... more now."] Taylor scoffs, looking at $name again. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Sure, but it’s one thing to enjoy food and get a little extra, and it’s another to get to the point where you can’t even move without being out of breath. How are we supposed to get out of here like this?"] Feeling the weight of you body and the frustration of both Alex and Taylor, you struggle to find a response. It’s true—you have grown much heavier, and each movement is slower, harder. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[[[🟣 Blame Alex for fattening you up->TaylorAgree]]] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[[[🟠 Blame Taylor for fattening you up->AlexAgree]]] ]\ (else:)[ (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["You’ve gotta be starving by now, right? How about a little something to keep you going?"] They hold out a cupcake, the frosting piled high and glistening under the dim lights. Their voice is sweet, but there’s a slight edge to it, like they're trying to lure you into temptation. Alex, not to be outdone, steps forward, holding a bag of chips in their hand. Their expression is softer, a little more encouraging. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Don’t listen to them. A cupcake’s nice and all, but a nice salty snack is the real way to go. You know you want some chips."] Both of them stare at you, almost too eager. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[[[🟣 Take Taylor's Treat->TaylorAgree]]] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[[[🟠 Take Alex's Treat->AlexAgree]]] ]\ ]

Taylor's face lights up at your response, it's tough enough trying to get through the Snackrooms but it feels good you have their back. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[ (if: $taylorLove<2)[Taylor: 💕] (else-if:$taylorLove<3)[Taylor: 💕💕]\ (else-if:$taylorLove<4)[Taylor: 💕💕💕]\ (else-if:$taylorLove<5)[Taylor: 💕💕💕💕]\ (else-if:$taylorLove<6)[Taylor: 💕💕💕💕💕]]\ (set:$taylorLove to $taylorLove + 1) [[Continue on->Nav]]

Alex's face lights up at your response, it's tough enough trying to get through the Snackrooms but it feels good you have their back. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[ (if: $alexLove<2)[Alex: 💕] (else-if:$alexLove<3)[Alex: 💕💕]\ (else-if:$alexLove<4)[Alex: 💕💕💕]\ (else-if:$alexLove<5)[Alex: 💕💕💕💕]\ (else-if:$alexLove<6)[Alex: 💕💕💕💕💕]]\ (set:$alexLove to $alexLove + 1) [[Continue on->Nav]]

You find yourslef alone with Taylor~ (if:$fatlevel>2.5 and $Tfatlevel <2.5)[Taylor corners you against the sticky, padded wall, a wicked glint in their eyes as they take in your lush, curvaceous form. They trail their fingers along the generous swell of your stomach, chuckling darkly. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["My my, don't you just look like a desperate hog,"] Taylor teases, their hand dipping into the soft rolls of your belly, squeezing the doughy flesh. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["So plush and plump, bursting at the seams with all that extra padding."] Their voice drips with a twisted sort of affection, a hunger that makes your flesh prickle with goosebumps. Taylor's eyes roam greedily over your body, drinking in every supple curve and mound, from your ample bosom straining to your thick, juicy thighs. They lean in close, breath hot and damp against your ear, voice a husky whisper. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["You've been such a good pig, letting yourself go like this. Surrendering to your every gluttonous desire, one greasy bite at a time."] Their lips brush against your earlobe, a feather-light touch that sends a shiver down your spine. Taylor's hand slides up your body, over the tidal wave of your cehst, to hook a finger under your chins, tilting your fat face towards theirs. Their eyes meet yours, and there's a dangerous gleam in their depths, a promise of something dark and delicious. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["But I think it's time we took that indulgence to the next level. Don't you, my 'little' lardass?"] They press a greasy morsel against your lips, the scent of it making your mouth water. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Open wide piggy~"] Taylor's eyes watch you intently as you part your plump lips, accepting the offering. Their hand slides down to grope the heavy, hanging globe of your ass, kneading the doughy flesh as they push the food into your mouth, bit by decadent bit. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["We're going to indulge until you're drowning in your own blubber $name. Until the only thing youknow is the craving for more, the desperate need to be filled and stuffed to the brim until you're nothing but a heaving, wobbling mess of pure, sinful fat."] As you take a bite, savoring the greasy goodness melting on your tongue, Taylor's hand slides down to the valley between your thighs, fingers slipping beneath your apron of a guy to tease and stroke your sensitive, needy flesh. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["That's it, $name, let me take care of you. Let me stuff you full in all the best ways, until you're swollen and aching and ready to explode."] Their fingers move faster, gripping more of you meaty mound of a fupa, as they cram another fat, dripping bite past your plump lips. Your mind starts to haze over, lost in a fog of pure, decadent sensation, your body burning and aching and craving more. More touch, more taste, more of everything that will make you swell and grow and burst with blissful, sinful excess. You feel yourself giving up control... and it feels amazing~ ] (else-if:$fatlevel>2.5 and $Tfatlevel >2.5)[ Taylor's massive, fleshy form engulfs yours, the two imposing doughy bodies pressing together obscenely. Damp heat builds between your thighs. Taylor's hands sink into your flesh, sinking so deep you really feel the extent of your indulgence. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Fuck, we're so goddamn fat, two insatiable disgusting hogs who don't know when to stop~"] Taylor grins ferally, eyes roving hungrily over every supple fold and mound of flesh. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["God we were so thin when we first met... Can hardly recognise you anymore under all that unhealthy fat... You're just a desperate fatty huh?"] Taylor leans in close, breath hot and ragged against the shell of your ear, voice a throaty rasp. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["You've been a good little piggy, letting yourself go, letting this place take you apart piece by glorious piece. But now..."] They nip sharply at your earlobe before trailing biting kisses down the side of your neck, each one harder and more insistent than the last. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["...now it's time for me to indulge in your softness"] One hand comes up to wrap around your meaty double chin, not squeezing, but possessive and commanding. The other hand slides down the front of your body, over mountains of soft flesh, to cup your mound of a fupa. Taylor grinds the heel of their fat palm against your gentital englufing fat pad feeling the heat and dampness gathering there. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I'm going to fucking wreck you $name,"] Taylor promises darkly, voice thick with lust and cruel intent. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Wreck your mind, wreck your body, until all you can think about, all you can fucking breathe is ME. Until this meaty fupa"] They punctuate their words with a sharp, sudden hard grip of your fat pad. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["...until this body..."] Another grip, harder, more insistent. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["...until YOU...]" A final, brutal grip that has you seeing stars, has your thighs trembling and your core clenching desperately around nothing... (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["belong to ME."] Taylor claims your mouth in a searing, vicious kiss. In that moment, you know they mean every single filthy word. Your fate is sealed, your destiny decided... and you've never wanted anything so badly in your entire life. They pause to push a greasy morsel past your plump lips. Taylor is going to ruin your body, with you they give into indulgence and any sense of escape flutters away as you both indulge in shared hedonistic pleasure. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")[(text-style: "italic")["Let's ruin ourselves $name~"]] ] (else-if:$fatlevel<2.5 and $Tfatlevel <2.5)[(text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I'm surprised to see you've kept such a tight rein on the reins, keeping your figure so...unblemished."] Taylor's eyes rake over your body, a wicked glint in their gaze as they drink in every inch of you. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["What's your secret, hmm? How do you resist?"] Taylor leans forward as they study you like a predator eyeing its prey. A sly grin spreads across their face, revealing a glimpse of teeth. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Maybe you just need a little...encouragement. A push in the right direction, as it were."] Taylor reaches out, fingers brushing against your stomach. They lean in closer, voice lowering to a husky murmur, hot breath tickling your ear. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Wouldn't you love to give in? Your reslove wasting away with every decadent bite? To feel your belly swell and strain, growing rounder and softer by the day?"] Their eyes, dark and glittering with promise, hold yours captive. "I promise, I'll make every single indulgence worth the exquisite sin of surrender." You hardly fight back as they push a greasy treat past your lips, their other hand pinnign your arm against the wall. Is this what you want? To be fed by Taylor? Before you can continue that train of thought Taylor is already brining another bite to your lips. Maybe you should give in after all~ ] (else-if:$fatlevel<2.5 and $Tfatlevel >2.5)[ In the dingy, flickering light of the Snackrooms, Taylor looms over you, their immense, doughy form engulfing your under-filled frame. The heat radiating off their expansive, blubbery body presses against you as they pin you to the grimy wall. Their meaty arms, bursting with rippling rolls of fat, cage you in, making escape an impossible fantasy. Taylor's piggy eyes, half-hidden behind lardbag cheekls folds, drag over your meager curves with a mix of disdain and cruel hunger. A wicked smirk tugs at their thick, chapped lips. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["You really haven;t indulged like the rest of us... I hought a weakling like you would've given in sooner... Guess you've been too busy fattening me up~"] they sneer, voice dripping with contempt. A sausage-like finger jabs into your stomach, sinking into the flesh and making you wince. Taylor leans in closer, breathless and ragged, the stench of their grease-slick breath washing over you. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["If it wasn't for you I'd still have my fit body... You must like huge unhealthy fatties huh?"]. Rubbing their doughy chin, Taylor fixes you with a commanding glare, eyes flashing with expectation. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["So here's what's going to happen, $name. You're going to feed me everything my clogged heart desires... You wanted a fatty so you'll get a hog... I've seen the way you stare at me struggling to move... Does that get you off sicko?"] You don't know what to say, but your lust takes over as you grab a nearby greasy burger dripping with cheese and toppings. You press the calorie bomb past Taylor's plump wanting lips. Past moans and grunts they sputters out (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["M-More $name~"] You keep the onslaught of calories coming as one hand satifies their hunger whilst the other gropes and grabs at their overfed flabby body. Shaking their apron of a belly elicits deep wet belches from Taylor, their eyes rolling back in hedonistic pleasure. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["This place has ruined me... mpphhff... You have ruined me... Why do I want more?... It's so wrong... but it's turning me on so much~"] You continue feeding Taylor and playing with their flab, pasuing to share greasy kisses. It's hard to believe it's the same Taylor giving out to Alex for indulging but you don't care, Taylor is embracing their piggish side and you're loving it. ] [[After you cool off from your heated encounter you return to navigating the Snackrooms->Nav]]

(if:$fatlevel>2.5 and $Afatlevel <2.5)[You stood before Alex, your once lithe and toned figure now a distant memory. The extra weight you'd gained since being in the snackrooms made you slow, heavy and soft. But you loved every inch of it. Alex looked at you with a mix of disbelief and lust, their green eyes flicking over your softened form. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Wow, what happened to you? You used to be so...fit. And now look at you, drowning in your own excess."] Their hand drifted out, fingers sinking into the soft, pliant mound of your belly. You felt the fat jiggle at their touch, betraying the sheer volume of weight you'd packed on. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Good lord, I can't believe how much you've let yourself go $name.] Their gaze lingered on the heavy sway of your chest, the way they bounced and swayed with each movement. They drifted lower, taking in the thick, juicy expanse of your thighs, the soft, pillowy flesh of your ass. Alex tsked, shaking their head. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["And don't even get me started on this rump of yours. Goodness, it's like two beachballs filled with lard!"] Turning back to face you, Alex crossed their arms over their chest, They arched one eyebrow at you, smirking as they drank in your debauched state. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["What's the matter, couldn't control yourself anymore? Or maybe you just got tired of being fit and decided to let yourself become a lazy, gluttonous slob instead."] Their eyes narrowed, finger jabbing accusingly at your chest. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Well, let me tell you something - you're a walking, talking example of what happens when you abandon all self control... and I love it"] Alex's smirk softened into a hungry grin as they continued their appraisal of your curvaceous form. They reached out, hands sinking into the pliant flesh of your hips, kneading and squeezing the doughy, malleable skin. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Mmm, but I must say, all this extra padding suits you. In the most delightful, sinful way imaginable."] Their fingers drifted upwards, tracing the swell of your belly, feeling it jiggle and sway with their touch. Alex leaned in, lips brushing against your ear as they purred, (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I could spend hours just playing with this glorious gut of yours, watching it bounce and ripple as I explore every inch. Worshipping the way it overflows with the proof of your love for indulgence."] They slid their palms up to cup the heavy, pendulous globes of your chest, thumbs teasing over the sensitive peaks. Their hands roamed lower, sinking into the lush, landscape of your ass. Alex gripped the plush, pillowy cheeks, pulling them apart only to slap them back together, watching the flesh quake and tremble from the impact. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Don't forget this masterpiece of an ass, either. Round and juicy and just the right amount of jiggle in all the right places."] Alex sank to their knees before you, eye level now with your deep belly button. They gazed up at you with a wicked, lustful grin as their hands drifted to your hips, fingers sinking into the pliant, doughy flesh. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["My my, what an absolutely delectable fupa you've got"] Alex purred, voice dripping with desire. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["It's like a big, soft, squishy pillow, perfect for playing with. Looks likle it's engulfed whatever parts you have hehehe."] Their arms snakes up your fupa pleasuring your neglected region, as your eyes roll back you notice you're holding two decadent slices of goeey cake. Seems like the Snackrooms wants to help you indulge during this intimate moment. You groan and stuff yourself witht eh messy chocalate cake as Alex pelasures you from below. Any willpower you had left dissolves as you take part in this hedonistic moment~ ] (else-if:$fatlevel>2.5 and $Afatlevel >2.5)[Alex bounced on their heels, the soft give of their body jiggling with each movement. They grinned broadly at you, their cheeks stretching to reveal the deep dimples etched into their plump flesh. The light from above caught the sheen of sweat on their skin, making their curves glisten invitingly. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Wow, don't we just look like a pair of plump pigs?"] Alex giggled, reaching out to pluck at a roll of fat on your arm, watching it bounce back into place. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I swear, I can hardly recognize us anymore! Remember when we were all skin and bones, before we let ourselves go?"] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Just look at all this soft, pillowy goodness,"] Alex cooed, reaching back to grope a generous handful of your ass. Their eyes sparkling with mirth and a hint of something more heated. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["We've earned every inch of these falbby bodies. Each pound a testament to our love of all things sinfully delicious."] Alex stepped closer, until the warm, plush expanse of their belly brushed against yours. You could feel every contour of their body, every dip and swell and roll of succulent fat molding to your own. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Mmm, don't you just love how we fit together now?"] They nipped at your meaty chins playfully, lips curling into a wicked grin against your skin. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I've been craving this - craving you - for so long. The way your soft belly feels against mine, the way our bodies just melt into each other..."] Alex's hands slid lower, squeezing the plush globes of your ass, kneading the doughy flesh appreciatively. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["It's like...it's like we were made for each other, like our bodies were always meant to be these voluptuous masterpieces. Don't you just love the way every little movement makes us jiggle and sway, like a couple of lovely, luscious puddings?"] Alex's hands drifted upwards, skimming over the swell of your chest, fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh. They cupped the heavy globes, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, feeling them harden beneath their touch. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Such a fat chest, all round and perfect and begging to be played with,"] Alex purred, rolling and kneading the supple mounds. Their eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark with lust and adoration. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I could spend hours just touching you, mapping every inch of this delectable body, committing it to memory."] They leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, tongue delving deep to claim your mouth. Alex's belly pressed harder against yours as they pulled you flush, until you could feel every contour of their body, every dip and swell and roll of succulent fat molding to your own. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I want to feed you everything"] Alex murmured against your lips, voice low and heated. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I want to stuff you full of every sinful, decadent treat imaginable, until you're swollen and aching and ready to burst. Until we're both drowning in a sea of our own gluttonous bliss."] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Just imagine it, darling - the two of us, side by side, two piles of lard indulging in every vice we want. Gorging to like the pigs we are. Wouldn't that be divine?"] As you sink further into Alex you feel your resolve crumbling, you want to indulge more and more with them, no matter how big you both get~ ] (else-if:$fatlevel<2.5 and $Afatlevel <2.5)[As Alex eyed your body appreciatively, a faraway look crept into their eyes, a wistful sigh escaping their lips. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["You know, sometimes I fantasize about letting myself go, about surrendering to every sinful craving until I'm drowning in a sea of my own excess,"] Alex murmured, almost dreamily. They stepped closer, hands drifting over your hips.(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[ "I imagine my belly growing round and heavy with each passing day, stretching taut as I consume everything in my path. Picture my ass expanding, each cheek ballooning out into a plush, ripe melon, swaying and bouncing with every step." ] Alex's fingers slid up your stomach (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["My thighs would thicken, turning into sturdy, meaty pillars of pure, succulent fat. And my breasts...god, my tits would swell to an indecent size, bursting out of every shirt, drawing the eye of every passerby."] (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Don't you think it would be amazing, to just...let go? To allow ourselves to be consumed by our appetites, until we're positively drowning in our own fruitful excess?"] Alex breathed against your ear, voice low and heated with longing.(text-colour:"DarkOrange")[ "To be so fat, heavy and swollen with the proof of our own gluttony that people can't help but stare?] You gulp hearing this unabashed admittance to wanting to gorge and become obese hogs. Should you indulge? Alex would look hotter fat but should you join them in hedonistic pleasure. You're interupted by Alex kissing you passionately, you lose yourself in the kiss as Alex pulls away with a lustful look in their eyes. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I don't know about you $name but I can't wait to see just how huge I'll get here... So much to indulge in"] ] (else-if:$fatlevel<2.5 and $Afatlevel >2.5)[Alex stood before you, their once trim figure now a landscape of rippling, undulating flesh. The shirt they wore strained against the weight of their expanded belly, buttons threatening to pop from the sheer girth. Their pants clung to the generous curves of their thighs and ass, the fabric pulled taut by the sheer mass of their doughy, plush body. They smirked at your shocked expression, one chubby hand coming to rest on the swell of their gut, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I know, I know - go ahead and say it. I'm a fucking mess, a gluttonous piggy with no self-control.]" Alex chuckled, the sound rumbling through their abundant chest, jiggling their generous chest that strained against their shirt. They took a step closer, the floor groaning beneath their additional weight. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["But you...you still haven't indulged, have you?"] Alex reached out a sausage-like finger to poke at your stomach, watching dispassionately as it hardly sunk in as much her own plush belly. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["You needs to learn the joys of surrendering to your greedy instincts."] Alex grabbed your wrist, thick fingers wrapping around it with ease, their soft fat spilling over and engulfing your hand. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Of giving in to the cravings, of indulging until you're drowning in a sea of your own excess."] They yanked you forward, pulling you flush against the warm, pillowy expanse of their body. Your cool, hard angles melted into the pliant, yielding curves of their flesh, your breath escaping in a rush as you collided with them. The scent of their skin filled your nostrils - a heavy musk of sweat and indulgence, of sinful pleasures and gluttonous revels. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Don't you want to be like me? Don't you want to be soft, heacy and engorged?]" Alex purred, voice a low, dark rumble in their ample chest. Their belly pressed heavily against yours, as hard and unyielding as a boulder, a testament to the sheer volume of food they'd consumed. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")[Indulge in me $name... Grab every roll... Every inch of me... Enjoy the fruits of my indulgence~]. You can't help but fervently sink hands into them, you jiggle their apron belly making them giggle, you knead their ham hock arms laying useless to their sides. You share messy kisses inbetween your heavy petting, their taste lingers on your tongue making you crave more. ] [[After you cool off from your heated encounter you return to navigating the Snackrooms->Nav]]

You take a deep breath, realizing there’s no way around this—if you want to get out of here, you’re going to have to clear the path. Without waiting for the others to protest, you step forward, picking up the nearest handful of greasy fries and shoving them into your mouth. The taste hits you instantly—salty, fatty, and completely overwhelming. Taylor grumbles, eyes narrowed. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["This is ridiculous. You know you don’t have to do this, right?"] Alex, however, looks pleased, as if this is exactly what they expected. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["You’re doing great! See? Told you. It’s not that bad, right? Just keep going, you’ve got this."] The food seems endless, and as you chew, the weight of it presses down on you, your belly expanding with every bite. You can feel your stomach stretching, and it becomes harder to stop yourself from eating more as the hunger takes over. The pile seems endless, but you push on, knowing that this is the only way forward. After a few more painful minutes of shoveling food into your mouth, the path ahead finally clears. Your stomach groans in protest, stuffed to the limit, but the way is open. Taylor and Alex both stare at you, speechless for a moment. Taylor looks away, clearly irritated. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["That’s one way to do it, I guess."] Alex, on the other hand, grins with admiration. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["See? You made it through! You’re stronger than you look. Now, let’s get moving!"] Your belly protests, but at least the path is clear... for now. [[Continue on->Nav]] (set:$weight to $weight + 2)

Alex, always the eager one, doesn't hesitate for a moment. They step forward with a grin, pulling a large slice of pizza from the pile and taking a huge bite. The food disappears almost immediately as they take another. They hum in satisfaction as they continues munching away. Taylor watches in disbelief, arms crossed and tapping their foot impatiently. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["I can’t believe they’re doing this... They're actually enjoying this. What a freak."] Alex barely looks up, continuing to stuff their face. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Come on, Taylor, you know you can’t just stand there and do nothing. You might as well watch me finish this while you complain."] Alex’s stomach bulges slowly with each bite, but they continue to power through the mountain of food, looking almost too pleased with themself. The path ahead begins to clear as they eat, and the space opens up inch by inch. As they finish off the last bite, they look up, clearly a bit stuffed but still grinning. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["There we go. That wasn’t so bad. All in a day’s work!"] Taylor scowls, clearly frustrated that Alex made it look so easy. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["You’ve got to be kidding me. You actually enjoyed that?"] Alex chuckles, wiping their hands on her shirt. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["Hey, when you’re as good at it as I am, it’s not hard to enjoy. Alright, let’s get moving before I get tempted to snack again."] You move past Alex, who’s clearly a little too pleased with theirself for having eaten the entire pile of food, while Taylor continues to glare at them, muttering under their breath. [[Continue on->Nav]] (set:$AFat to $AFat + 2)

Taylor grumbles, crossing their arms. There’s no other option, and after a moment of hesitation, they step forward, reluctantly plucking a greasy burger from the pile. They bite into it, chewing loudly, and their face twists in discomfort. Alex watches with a mix of satisfaction and amusement. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["There you go, Taylor. It’s not so bad, right? It’s kind of funny, watching you finally get a taste of what you’ve been putting me through."] Taylor swallows hard, clearly forcing themselves to keep going. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["Don’t you dare start with me, Alex. I’m doing this to get us out of here, not for your entertainment."] Despite their protests, Taylor keeps eating. The food seems endless, and with each bite, their stomach grows larger. The sound of their breathing becomes heavier, the effort of eating all the food becoming more apparent in the way their body strains. Eventually, after what feels like an eternity, Taylor finishes the last of the food, stomach bulging and sluggish. The path ahead is cleared, but they’re clearly worse for wear. Taylor grits their teeth, rubbing their belly. (text-colour:"MediumPurple")["That was awful. But... at least the way is clear now. Happy now, Alex?"] Alex grins, enjoying the moment. (text-colour:"DarkOrange")["I told you, it wasn’t that bad! But hey, you did great. Let’s get going before I end up stuffing my face again."] You and Alex move past the now exhausted Taylor, their pained groan echoing behind you. [[Continue on->Nav]] (set:$TFat to $TFat + 2)