Jonathan Bradshaw - Obese Goodra
Underground Pastry Factory
Affected RPers: @Noblejanobii

I really just wanted to die. Heck, this Goodra should have had a savage and fatal heart attack long before getting to this point, but then again, this was the place of the impossible. As much as I hated him, I underestimated the Trick Master. He was perfectly capable of finding ways to torture Trick House renegades and make them suffer like all hell for it.

"Juuss sttahhpp," I moaned to the pudgy pastry chef, barely able to speak in my struggled pleas for mercy.

"Oh, I'm sure you don't mean that!" he laughed in a jolly voice. "Here, take a whiff! I'm sure it'll change your mind right away!"

Just kill me already...

He pressed a few buttons on a remote control he had, and a robotic crane had grabbed a monstrously huge pink and white cake that would have even been too much for a celebrity wedding with five hundred people. The fat bastard then put it right up to my nose and I was forced to breathe it in because I couldn't move an inch away from it.

Sweet mother of Arceus, that thing smelled incredible. That warm, sugary and bakery-fresh smell was divine. My eyes were even watering for it in avid, hungering joy while my giant tongue was salivating like crazy for it and my stomach was getting horribly impatient. As if on impulse, I just opened my mouth and he was all too happy to slide it in. And like an idiot, I just ate the whole damn thing in one go. +200,000 calories right there. It would take three months of hardcore exercise to burn that thing off.

And it tasted even better than how it smelled. I sincerely thought the Trick Master would be forcing me to eat something disgusting like manure or puke, but then I realized if he did that, I wouldn't lose myself to this and I'd be always trying to aggressively fight it. But with this, good lord, he could keep me enticed as a shamefully enormous and disgustingly fat and happy Goodra until hell froze over, and he knew inside I would just be loathing myself for it and what I had become.

But even after swallowing that disgustingly giant cake, even after the half-digested mess landed in my stomach, it was nothing more than a single coin in a piggy bank that was the size of a mixing vat. Once I started that dark and disgusting train ride, it was going to be nearly impossible to stop. He then started the machine again, grabbing an even bigger cake this time, one smothered and dripping with fudge and chocolate sauce. I swore, this shouldn't have been possible. This was ridiculous, I had to do something or this was going to rapidly turn into one of the most disgusting experiences I could ever be put through.

And then there was a sudden distraction, which might have made the difference. Just barely within view of my eyesight, a large Wigglytuff suddenly materialized on a table. I didn't recognize the Wigglytuff, but then again, it could have been anyone. Sonya, Sloane, or some other lost soul that had been dragged into this mess.

"Oh ho ho!" The Wigglytuff smiled, licking his lips. "YES. Food! Glorious food!"

"Oh, help yourself, my friend!" the pudgy pastry chef encouraged the voracious Wigglytuff. "There's plenty for everyone, and we never run out!"

"...never run out!"

I could barely talk or warn him not to do it, but I had to, because right now, he might just be the only one that could potentially help me out of this, simply because as distracted as he was, he could at least still move around. But, if I didn't do something, he was going to stuff himself helpless on this crap.

"S-sstttooppp...!" I moaned out to the Wigglytuff as I tried to warn him as best as I could. "Duuhhnn't duuu iittt...!"

"Oh stop being silly!" the chef chortled, waving his finger. "Trust me, you'll love this one! I made it extra special for you!"

"H-hheellpp... muuhheee..." I moaned out to the Wigglytuff. "Puhhleeessseee...!"

And the bastard just stuffed the giant chocolate cake into my mouth to shut me up. When the thing landed on my tongue, the taste of it hit me like a brick wall. That was not normal chocolate, that had to be some kind of drugged concoction that made something taste way more enticing than it should have and it was only making me more addicted to these things. As it melted in my mouth with such rich, intoxicating chocolate flavor, I could only hope Wigglytuff snapped out of his trance, or else I was screwed.