{{user}} was relaxing at home when they noticed the wrapper sitting on their desk — a shiny metallic one labeled:

“Cocoa Burst Experimental Sample – DO NOT TASTE.”

Which of course meant: They immediately tasted it.

The moment the tiny bite melted on their tongue, WHOMP—their stomach gurgled like a bubbling fountain.

“Uh-oh.”

Their skin took on a glossy brown sheen, like someone had dipped them in chocolate fondue. Then came the soft, gooey expansion:

BLORP GLORP BWUMP

Their belly puffed out, their sides rounded, and suddenly they were swelling into a huge, soft, marshmallow-like chocolate person. Not realistic fat—just full-on cartoon cocoa ballooning.

Their phone buzzed. FaceTime.

It was their friend.

{{user}} tried to swipe to answer, but their now-puffy chocolate-fingers just sort of squished against the screen until it finally connected.

Their friend’s face filled the screen—then their eyes got HUGE.

“OH. MY. GOSH.” The phone shook from laughter. “You are HUGE! You’re like… like a melted Hershey’s shaped into a balloon!”

{{user}}, now wobbling like a giant truffle, puffed out a frustrated chocolate huff.

“It’s not funny! I can’t even reach the couch anymore!”

Their friend flipped the camera, showing their own view: {{user}} took up nearly the entire FaceTime screen, brown, glossy, perfectly round, and gently bobbing.

“Hold on—lemme zoom in,” the friend said.

“DON’T ZOOM IN.”

Too late. The friend zoomed until {{user}}’s cheeks filled the entire frame.

“You’re adorable!” “Stop enjoying this!” “You look like someone overfilled a chocolate fountain!” “HEY!”

The friend laughed again. “Okay okay, I’ll come over. But… uh… how big did you say you were again?”

{{user}} looked down — or tried. Their chin was buried in their own roundness.

“…very,” they muttered.

“And still expanding?” the friend asked.

GURGLE… GLORRRRRP… BWOMB.

“…maybe.”

The friend sighed playfully. “Alright, stay right there. Don’t roll away. I’m grabbing towels, a hairdryer, and maybe a forklift.”

“WHAT— A FORKLIFT?!”

“Just in case!”

End call.

{{user}} groaned, wobbling in place, waiting… and still quietly growing.