Kyle Inflation Part 1No! Come on pleasseee!!! No, your parents are total hippies. It will only be for a few days! Nope not going. But Ill miss you the whole time and who will be there to snuggle with me.....Ughhh fine but ill have to ask my parents..COOL! Eventually Eve persuaded Kyle to go on a family trip with her. Kyle and Eve have been best friends ever since kindergarten and stayed that way all till eighth grade. They almost always did everything with eachother however, Kyle ws not always fond of going to Eves house because her parents were total hippies. *RING RING* Ill get it! Hello? Hey Eve Its Kyle! Hai Kyle so what did your parents say? They said it was fine T_T. YIPPEEE! Aww come on, do you really want me to go I mean I get carsick frequently. Lol Silly Kyle were taking a plane Einstein. A PLANE!?? Well were kinda going to Brazil! Were not just gonna drive down. Uhh Fine! Awww, cheer up cutie, We'll have loads of fun! Whatever see you tommorrow after school. The next day Kyle saw Eve at Lunch. H
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"Its Halloween!!" 13 year old Brian shouted into the cool October air as he walked with his pillow case. Brian made a promise to himself that he would fill that pillow case till it was full. As Brian walked to the 50th house so far something caught his eye. It was a dog, a very fat dog. It looked like a Golden Retriever and it was walking towards him. It came to Brian and wagged its tail. Brian took a Kit-Kat from his bag, "you want this boy?" The dog barked and ate the candy. The dog smiled and looked at Brian. "Thanks kid." it said in a kind voice. Brian was taken aback by this. "You can talk?!" the "dog" smiled and nodded "of course I can..." as he spoke his features changed. His front and back paws became more like arms and legs and his belly looked more like a gut now. There before Brian stood a very fat werewolf, about his age. "I'm a werewolf!" Brian did not scream, he did not panic, he did not run away, he sensed that this wolf was a good one, not the o
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Part Three: Stone-cold Munching
Bruce heard the sound of a wrapper tearing and his eyes drifted toward the source. He did his best not to move. He didn't want to touch anyone. The boys were in line for the scale in the locker room. Bruce had to remind himself that he was much bigger than when he did this a year ago, just before he met Teddy. Bruce did not need, however, to remind himself that he was only wearing a tight pair of smiley-face boxer shorts in a room filled with friends, peers, and strangers. He had gained so much weight that the smiley-faces were no longer round but distorted into crazy ovals. Fortunately one of the strangers was the P.E. instructor who would be unaware that Bruce had gained weight.
It's a hard secret to keep, gaining weight. You can't ignore it yourself so you're usually the first to know. There's a
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Part Two: Friends, Foes, and Fatter
It was the end of the spring semester after Bruce had discovered his ghostly friend. Bruce was dressed in a loose new pair of red shorts and an old tight orange tanktop. He checked himself out in the mirror. He noticed that the fabric was tight on his new lovehandles and belly but didn't think anything of it. What annoyed him was how pink his arms and shoulder looked after such a long cold spring. He pulled the tanktop off and took another quick look in the mirror. He accepted his chubbier shape as a fact, without shame, and headed to his room. His formerly scrawny thighs had bulked up to the point that they always rubbed when he walked. This sometimes caused his boxers to scrunch up uncomfortably. A problem that he adressed on the way to his room. In his bookbag he had some snacks and his Xbox
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Part One: The House
Bruce crept cautiously into the abandoned house. It was only six o'clock but little light made its way in. He turned on his flashlight and closed the door behind him. A thick dusty smell filled the air. The livingroom was full of antique furniture covered in old sheets turned gray with dust. Bruce smiled. Halloween was just around the corner and the old house would be the perfect haunted mansion.
There was no electricity as he tried the lights. As he wandered around the livingroom he was surprised that there was no television. After a moment of consideration he realized that the furniture was arranged around an antique radio. The realization that the last tenants had left before the age of television troubled him. He crept around, afraid to make the floor creak too loudly. Little plumes of dust surrounded his