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Request includes: simulated weight gain, burps, out grown clothes, and implied future vore.

The summary is that you're a snobby Olympic gold medal winner that just became an icon. You will only endorse products you love so you need to try them first. Since you've never had junk food before (cause of your training), you make your agent get food and she does her job too well. You go way over board with lots of burps and hiccups. In each scene you will wear tighter clothes to appear as if you are gaining weight. In the last scene you have become a full glutton and are sur...

Custom**
Request includes: simulated weight gain, burps, out grown clothes, and implied future vore.

The summary is that you're a snobby Olympic gold medal winner that just became an icon. You will only endorse products you love so you need to try them first. Since you've never had junk food before (cause of your training), you make your agent get food and she does her job too well. You go way over board with lots of burps and hiccups. In each scene you will wear tighter clothes to appear as if you are gaining weight. In the last scene you have become a full glutton and are surprised to see nothing fits. Since this is all the agents' fault you decides to eat her and then all the other people that have given you problems.

Please review my script below
The scene opens with you in your most slimming clothes. You’re on the phone “no, no, what don’t you get? I just won five goldmedals. I am the most famous woman in the world. In order for me to endorse a product, it has to be something I like. If you don’t getthis, I can find another agent that can.” You checking out yourself in the mirror, “I could run for president and win. Everyone loves
me. I’m the best. I’m so sexy. But I’ve never eaten junk food. I’ve been in training my whole life. You on the other hand are chubby. So I need you to get me the right kinds of food. I can’t just endorse kale. I need those Middle-America dummies to love me and theyonly eat junk. So hustle your fat ass out there and get me some food products to endorse!” You continue to check yourself out. “I should go to the gym. But I should probably clean out my pantry before it gets restocked with goodies! A little binge won’t hurt.”

The next scene you’re sitting with a box of donuts with powder/chocolate on your face. You are wearing slightly tighter clothes Just barely showing that you’re getting fatter. You let out a small hiccup “Huh, maybe my lardass agent did too good of a job. I asked for samples and she got crates of food. I’ve never had a donut before, they’re good. But they’re making my belly heavy. I’ve only eaten half of these and I’m *belch* stuffed.” You keep eating them. “But I need to try them all. It’s only fair for my adoring fans. Those idiots will buy whatever I tell them, so it has to be good. Besides, I’m the *hic* greatest. I *hic* can eat whatever I want. I’m a *urp*champion, I’ll never gain weight.” You keep shoveling in donuts and belch, “ugh, I may pop first.” You belch again and rub the little bit of belly that’s popping out, “I should get to the gym, but just carrying this gut around is a work out. I can go later.”

The next scene opens on you letting out a burp as you lick your fingers. “OK, so Sal’s Pizza is good. I’ll happily endorse them. Who’s next?” You pull up another pizza box and groan, “ugh, more pizza. I’ve never eaten this much bread in my life? Oh well, it’s a good thing I have the body of a star.” You pick up a new slice and eat, rubbing your belly. You unbutton and unzip your pants, “I need tomake some more room if I’m going to finish off the rest of these. Ugh, if I’m not careful, I might put on a pound or two. But I have to do it!” You keep eating. When you finish one slice you chug some soda and belch again. You tap your chest to settle the indigestion.“I’m really starting to feel big and bloated. Its ok, I gotta be reliable. I gotta make that money. Besides, I see all those slobs out there lose weight and they’re not me. I’m the best *urp* ever. I can’t do anything wrong. All I need to do is stop eating junk and I’ll be fine.
Just after this pie, I’ll get a salad... with extra ranch dressing. With a side of steak. And some ribs. And pork chops. And a few loaded potatoes. And wings! And some cake. And some pie.” You bite another slice and pick up your phone, “hey idiot, it’s your *urp*favorite client. Can you see if any company that makes sweatpants wants to sponsor me? Yeah, it’s fine. Things are just getting a little snug over here. Don’t you question my eating habits! I’m the best ever. I’m still in shape!” You hang up, “If you consider round a
shape.” You rub your belly, “Ugh, I should get to the gym, but my clothes must have shrunk in the wash. They ripped the last time I put them on. I’ll go shopping first. Then the gym! Well all that shopping will make me hungry. So after my third dinner, I’ll go to the
gym. Well, I shouldn’t work out on a full belly, hurt myself. So I’ll eat my third, fourth, and fifth dinner and work out... another day.”
You go back to scarfing pizza.

Now, you’re laying down. “oh god, I’m so full. I’m gonna explode.” There's a problem, as you call your agent....

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