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

I looked back at the Wigglytuff, pointing a baguette at me, and just the look on his face made it clear I wasn't getting through to him.

"Look man, don't be whining just because you can't move," He told me. "It's not my fault you ate so much. Just be glad with what you have and don't be so selfish."

Well, there went that hope out the window. As I watched him just devour nearly everything in sight, I gave up and figured might as well let the guy stuff himself. I could barely even have half a conversation with him. If I couldn't move, there was definitely no escape out of this place or out of this abysmal mess. At this point, my only hope was this crap would kill me some other way, but if the Trick Master knew how bloody humiliated and ashamed I was right now, forget it, he'd make sure I'd stay this way.

While the Wigglytuff let himself go, the pudgy chef was all too happy to drop a conveyor belt aimed at my mouth and set the thing to "auto-stuff" because unlike the Wigglytuff, I couldn't exactly grab anything to eat on my own. Heck, I had probably lost that ability ages ago. So, instead, they just had everything stuffed into my face directly. How generous. The pudgy pastry chef then just left, letting the machines take care of everything for him.

I had a massive cinnamon bun smothered with icing get sent down into my mouth, followed by a giant cream donut, which was then followed up by a massive strawberry shortcake. It was an instant party in my mouth, and just like that in that short timespan, I had probably eaten more than what most people eat in two decades. It was divine and diabolic at the same time. The taste of each of them was incredible, but the gluttony involved was horrendous and disgusting. But as each intoxicating pastry got stuffed into my mouth, the shame and guilt of it all simply became irrelevant. My tastebuds were driven into uncontrollable ecstasy and as one colossal pastry after another tumbled into my massive stomach, nothing else really mattered.

Maybe I'll die from severe indigestion or... whatever.

And that was the end of the protest. As a giant chocolate-chip cookie cheesecake met its fate in my eagerly waiting mouth, I didn't give the slightest of damns at that point. The food was delicious, I was already one hell of a fat bastard Goodra, and I wasn't going anywhere soon anyway.

"This was the birthday cake I got for Sloane last year," I faintly heard the Wigglytuff mutter. "Om my Arceus! What am I doing?"

Sloane. Holy crap, that couldn't have been a coincidence. It had to be the same Sloane I met just before everything went to hell.

Despite the fact an obnoxiously-gigantic cupcake got stuffed into my mouth, I tried to snap out of it and look back toward the Wigglytuff. He had already eaten quite a lot like a maniac, but there was something about the wave-patterned cake with the rainbow icing that somehow made him snap out of it.

"Ssllooanne..." I tried to call out to the Wigglytuff, despite having a mouth full of cheesecake and cupcake crap. "Ssheee's heeree. Aii sshaaw 'eerr."

I barely managed to get those words out before a god-forsaken éclair bigger than a damn school bus was forced into my mouth and I was immediately silenced when my mouth got stuffed. I had to keep talking to that Wigglytuff. I decided to stop resisting the food intake and instead, chew and swallow it as soon as possible so I could empty out my mouth and try to talk to him. After swallowing down a ice cream cookie sandwich, I emptied out my mouth and still had a few seconds before the next damn dessert came rolling down from the moving conveyor belt.

"Nahame'ss Joahnatthaan," I bellowed to the Wigglytuff as fast as I possibly could despite the difficulty. "Aourr ahonnly ehsscaapee ehs... weh goottaa... dihe."

I could only hope he could understand what I was saying. As another damn jelly donut got pushed into my mouth, I swallowed the damn thing whole as quickly as I could.

"Kaillee meh ffurrst," I pleased with the Wigglytuff. "Yussh deh cahrane... Pahleesse...!"

Sloane. She's here. I saw her. Name's Jonathan. Our only escape is we gotta die. Kill me first, use the crane. Please!

I could only hope this guy got the message. If he could operate the crane controls, he could drive the boom head and the upper sheave into my skull and kill me that way. The Trick Master would have no choice, I would have to respawn as something else. There was no way I could control the crane myself and sitting here and waiting until I got stuffed with another twenty million pounds of desserts was definitely not a good option either.