Fattytober Day 1: Something New
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the premise of the prompt list I saw said to focus on ONE character. Over the course of the month. Steadily growing fatter. I've never done that before. I've always liked weight gain sequences, I love the idea of a character getting fatter over time, but it's not something I've ever really tried to produce myself. But well, here we are. The first episode's definitely a bit meta, and I talk about this very subject within. The main character, and the one who'll be getting fatter over the course of the month, is Ace! Beloved Ace, our system's resident femboy. there's definitely gonna be gender stuff down the line, but for now, I've rambled enough. This one isn't even a full 1k words, and I'm aiming for around 2 pages each, which should end up with, logically, 31k and 62 pages, which uh, is a lot! but not when you do it one day at a time i guess? we'll see. Maybe I'll write a novel in November while I'm at it :U
Day 1: Something New
“So you’ve never done that sort of long form content before?” A blue avian sat in a comfortable office, opposite a slender fox. Their words clearly stirred up some level of agitation in their conversational partner.
“Don’t call it content! But no, we’ve never really experimented with it. You know, rapid gains, quick feedback, Swelling out of your clothes, that sort of thing is where the money’s at. Having a character gain slowly over an extended course of time is something that’s better left to a time skip if you ask me. Besides, what would we even write about? There would need to be a narrative, I can’t imagine the mind numbing minutia of slowly fattening a character and just describing them a few pounds fatter each time. I mean really, more pronounced changes-”
“I’m gonna cut you off there.” The bird sighed, shaking their head and tapping their taloned fingers against the clipboard they were working with. “I can understand your misgivings. Like you’ve said, we’ve never done long form Narrative Arcs-” They made air quotes and rolled their eyes as they said it. “But the whole point is to try something new, get out of your comfort zone. You know. It’s no different from saying “I could make a pollock” when you’ve never even touched a canvas before. You hate that sentiment, so why shy away from the challenge.
The silver furred fox glowered at the comparison, huffing as they shifted in their seat. “That’s not a fair comparison. I never said I could write that sort of stuff.”
“But you won’t know until you try.” Red was smirking as they trotted the phrase out.
“You know I’ve been seeing a lot of discourse about the ‘do it scared’ mantra-” As Ace tried to derail the subject, Red interrupted by withdrawing a small pistol and shooting the silver fox right in his chest.
Silence hung in the room as Ace’s eyes trembled, startled by the loud BANG that rang out. First they looked down at their chest, no pain, but maybe that was just shock? They raised their paw and touched the spot that had been hit, but found no blood or anything. “What the, FUCK! Not funny, what the hell Red?” As Ace shot up from their seat, the blue bird just laughed it off.
“I know what you’d been thinking. ‘Long form weight gain stories where the character simply eats a lot of lives a sedentary life style is antithetical to my political views about how weight gain and excersize are political entities, blah blah blah. Nobody’s coming here for that! But I know your silly shield of ethics would prevent you from working this angle, so I came up with a fun solution that I know you’ll love.”
Ace immediately began to feel around under their hoodie, knowing a dart or something was surely sticking into them right now. “S-So what, you just shoot me with a weight gain gun and I get fat? That’s hardly a long form arc!” An electric sensation began to spread through Ace’s body, ears twitching and tail swishing in anticipation for the waves of euphoria that were likely to follow.
“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you? Familiar territory and all. Well, no such luck, foxy boy. You are right, I did shoot you with a weight gain dart. A long form, slowly acting, weight gain dart. It’ll run its course in a month. Exactly 31 days actually.”
The anticipation Ace had built up… well at first it felt like it vanished, but instead it lingered, in a most horrifying way. The adrenaline rush of oncoming expansion died down, but instead they focused on their body and found no immediate stimuli to react to. Ace wasn’t above admitting they liked to be fattened up, but it had always been a rather bombastic affair… And being caught was always the fun part, the moment you slip up and your predator has their way with you, despite your best efforts.
Being shot point blank in the middle of a conversation did feel a bit like a cop out to the thrill seeking fox, but at the same time, they saw the framework of a mental battlefield laid out before them. “I bet you think you’re so clever for that one.”
“Hey, you could have come up with something else. Like a fresh splash of paint on a prospective imitation of a pollock, I quite literally fired the first shot to motivate you. You’re free to retaliate, use whatever of Cecil’s magic or your mask or any other silly trick up your sleeve, you could even try and beat me at my own game and fatten yourself up by an arbitrarily large amount, but that dart would still be in your system delivering slow burn narrative tension.
The point is, we’re trying something new here. I look forward to seeing 31 days of progress from you~ Session’s over, you’re free to do whatever, fight your fate, embrace it, concoct a multi stage epic trying to reverse the effects, maybe that one would be the best bet, you’ll probably end up pretty massive~ But that’s time, good luck~!” Red waved their feathery hands, beady red eyes flicking towards the door. “Don’t let it hit you on that big ‘ol ass on the way out!”
Ace, still standing from the little outburst earlier, slumped forward and began to leave. “Well… I do like some attention… SOME!” As they made their way out, they rubbed a wary paw over the seat of their pants… was it getting bigger already, or was he just imagining it?
