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Bleodafi was always one to get in the most bizzare of situations. While the Prilideoren was used to his predicaments now, it's hard to say exactly whether he hated or loved it. But this particular time was one that got dear Bleo in quite an interesting situation.

Bleo was casually walking down the street one day when he came across a sign that attracted his attention. "Help Wanted: Special Recipe Tester" A taste-tester in need? How could Bleo pass up this offer? He tore off one of the tags, but rather than give him a number, all the tag gave was an address. Confused, yet not seeing a problem in it, Bleo followed the directions.

He appeared at a building out of view from the average passerby. It didn't seem sketchy; it was well kept, and the door had a neon "Open" sign. Shrugging his shoulders, Bleo approached the building. Pulling open the door, a bell dinged in response, signaling his arrival. It appeared to be the front of a bakery, although nobody was out in the front.

"Hello?" He called out, making his presence known. "I came here for the recipe testing. Anyone here?"

No response seemed to come. Bleo walked a bit further, moving to the front counter. Countless pastries of all different shapes and colors lined the display case, and the pure size of it all amazed him. He subconsciously licked his lips, wanting to get a hold of one of the pastries. Sadly, he didn't want to get in trouble, and thereby be thrown out, for stealing. How would he be able to try out the recipe?

Just then, he noticed a plate of cookies atop the display case. Curious, he examined them, a note taped to the display beside the plate. "Try our new recipe! Take one!" Bleo realized that what this note was indicating was the special recipe, and he lit up with excitement. Respectfully, he took up one of the cookies and simultaneously brought it up to his maw, eating it in just a few quick bites.

The flavor was definitely unique, and downright delicious. It tasted like a mix of snickerdoodle and peanut butter with a hint of something sour-sweet. It was such an interesting taste that Bleo couldn't help but moan in delight. His whole body felt warm, like it was being fuled by a warm, relaxing substance. As he came back to, Bleo looked at the other cookies on the plate, then around the room. Nobody was in there still, save for him. Maybe taking another cookie wouldn't be a problem...

Except, however, a second turned to a third, then to a fourth, and so on till suddenly, to Bleo's shock and disappointment, the plate was empty. He lifted the plate to his face and frowned at having eaten them all so quickly, wishing there were more. That's when the warm sensation took over him again, but this time, it was extremely potent, causing him to shake in response. And as the heat settled, something felt off.

He suddenly felt his gut tense up, and as he looked down to examine the problem, he watched as his stomach began to expand. It was bloating right in front of his face! Inch by inch, his body was expanding. He was shocked, unsure of what to even do. He pressed against his belly, trying to stop it from growing by wrapping his arms over it, but the pressure soon grew too big and his belly burst through. He staggered as his now 2 foot gut wobbled about.

Bleo thought the only option he had of escape was the front door, and attempted to run for it while he still could. He waddled towards the entrance, and pulled open the door, staring at freedom before him, only to realize his belly had become too big to push through. He fought himself, trying to get through, but to no avail.

Suddenly, the expanding paunch, in the heat of the action, bounced him backwards, causing him to tumble back into the center of the room and landing on his stomach. However, now he was stuck, his huge blubbery middle so big it lifted his arms and legs out of reach of the ground. But the expansion continued.

His body kept growing, getting rounder and rounder, softer and softer. His face and cheeks puffed up with fat, as his chin, or soon chins, did so simultaneously. His arms filled out to size of skull. His thighs were pillowed mass of cellulite. His tail, though already big, was now the width of a tree trunk. And his body became so big it nearly took up the whole bakery.

To Bleo's relief, the swelling slowly halted. He was left with his face and limbs sunken into his own body, unable to move anything as he stared at the back of the store. Every bit of him was fat beyond belief, his labored breathing wobbling his body uncontrollably. He wasn't quite sure of what to make of this scenario, other than in awe at his size.

Suddenly, the door to the back of the bakery opened up, catching Bleo's attention. In the doorway stood a decently pudged, coffee-colored lion, though in no way the size of Bleo. He smiled at the lardball of a Prilideoren before speaking up. "So, I see you liked my recipe?"

Bleo let out a burp. "It... it was good." He not only had to breathe heavily between each sentence, but also struggled to make a coherent statement through the neck and cheek fat threatening to shut his mouth entirely.

"Gahaha, I knew it!" The lion bellowed. "Most people can't resist my pastries, but you seemed to have really taken a liking to them."

Bleo blushed, unsure of how to respond. "W-what am I supposed to do now?"

"Hmm..." The lion pondered. "Well, I still have a lot more experimentation I need to work out with, if you'd be willing to be my taste tester."

"It's not like I'm going anywhere soon." Bleo acknowledged his predicament.

"Right, which makes you all the better to use!" The lion teased. "Ready to see what I'm cooking up back there?"

"Ready when you are!" Bleo beamed back, excited to see just what other wonderful flavors this lion had in store for him, and just what might happen beyond this special recipe.