So no long note this time. Reference Brassiere's name was inspired by Debra Zeer from the soundtrack of Panty and Stocking with Garterbelt.
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The city where love and desire fly city.
Where a young girl's life is one of dieting. Through the ages, a variety of methods have been tested. However, restraint must be applied. Let your moderation be known unto all men.
Sock sits at the couch doing what he does best. Eating sweets. "Mmm. Sweetness!" Sock squealed. "You can never have enough of Whitey-White's special roll cake! Totally worth the two hour line for it!"
Chick lunges for Sock's cake only to be intercepted by his foot. Sock repeatedly kicks Chick until she slams into a bookshelf.
No no, Chick! I'm the only one who gets to eat this. "Sock taunted.
The elevator opens and boxer jogs out in a track suit.
"Who needs love when you can have hot,steamy sex?" He sung off tune." Ugh it smells like eminent diabetes in here. What are you eating Sock and why does it smell like unicorn farts?"
"Don't be jealous. " Sock said blissfully eating cake.
"Oh yeah, cause I want a mouth full of sugar skeet. I don't even like the real thing."
"Don't get mad just cause your addiction gives you an STD." Sock retorted.
"It's not an addiction asshole, it's a hobby! The problem is that if you don't stop eating like Cookie Monster you'll end up with giant man boobs and won't be able to see your toes! That if you have any left by the end of this." Boxer argued.
"We've been over this already I don't get fat. If I do gain weight, you know exactly where that goes." Sock said with high confidence. "I can't help it if I'm well endowed. Now why don't you go and eat a lollipop you must be good at licking. "
Boxer became furious from Sock's words but wouldn't let it show." What ever I'm gonna laugh my ass of when you have to butter your sides to get out the door!"
Chick tries to eat Sock's cake again but suffers from the same outcome as last time.
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Sock is sitting in the bathtub soaking with Honekoneko. "That's so good!"he squealed. "Chocolate fondant with Belgian chocolate at Angel House. I think I'm gonna reach my climax."
He steps out of the tub, dries off, and walks into his room to the mirror. He pinches the skin on his waist to check if he's muffin-topping.
"It's nothing." He sighed deeply." I just let that douch make me paranoid. Right?"
He stepped on his scale to measure his weight. He grimaced at the sight of the needle betwixt bunny and pig.
"This can't be happening. "He cried weakly.
Later that night Sock went out and jogged while Boxer slept off a hangover. He snuck back in and began to weigh himself again.
He was petrified when he saw that his weight had gone up. In the afternoon he decided to shake the weight off but was interupted by Boxer's arrival.
"Yo I'm back from rockin' out with my cock out. You wouldn't believe what happened to me. Some guy just flopped his junk in ma hands." Boxer said sarcastically.
Sock sat and read Goth magazine.
"It looks like some sweet shit but I took it just in case."
"Uh huh go on." Sock said trying his best to ignore Boxer.
"Ugh, I Fuckin' called it, Sweets! I knew guy looked like a total pedo! I don't see how you eat all this crap." He notices Sock is acting weird." Uh goth boy did you hear me? What the fuck's a fondant? It looks like plastic. You take 'em they're from Angel House.
Sock's ears twitched at the name of his favorite bakery." No thank you."
"Seriously!? I guess I'll give it to Chick then. Here Chick! Want some cellulite ? Ready? Hold this on your nose! No your nose! Hold still! Good, now catch. You're so damn useless."
Sock couldn't take the torture anymore and he screamed at the top of his lungs."wait!" He turned just as the last cake fell into Chick's mouth.
"I'm sorry did you decide that you wanted some?" Boxer snickered.
"Did you decide that you wanted to shut the fuck up?" Sock hissed with his teeth clenched.
"Socky?"
"Yes gigolo? "Sock retorted.
"Are you on a diet?" Boxer said in a taunting tone.
Sock's skin paled from Boxer's assumption. "Of course not. Why would you think that of me?"
Boxer pulled up Sock's shirt exposing his vibro machine. "Peekaboo." He continued to taught Sock."I saw it. There it is. There it is again. Hello. Still there. Fatty. Fatass. One more hit. Fatty. Fatty. Fatty. Fatty.
"WHAHAHAHA!" Sock laughed hysterically. He twirled off like a ballerina into the elevator. "Chick come here! Whaha!" They entered the elevator and sock began to murder Chick." Screw your mouth, you inbred mongrel! Your damn mouth ate my roll cake! Go on, hurl! Hurl it all back up dammit!" Chick began to hurl." Not on me, dipshit!"
Sock stopped and began to mutter to himself. "It's only three pounds nothing to worry about. I'll be back to my perfect self tomorrow! "
Sock geared up for a full day of workout. He ran for miles, he did pushups, jumped rope, and portioned his eating.
Boxer went down to Angel House Bakery and picked up a dozen cakes. He couldn't find Sock on the couch so he went down to the boiler room with one cake.
"Aghhhhh!" Sock appeared in front of Boxer looking fatigued. He slowly passed the cake to Sock. He watched in shock as Sock dumped the roll cake on the floor.
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Again Sock weighed himself and his eyes went completely white." It's happened. "He whispered. He had gained more weight despite all his efforts. In that moment he finally snapped. "Aaaagggggghhhhhh! This is not okay! HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN! Am I being punished!?"He threw his scale out the window and began to eat all the sweets he could.
"Alright that's enough. You can't eat whatever you want just cause your fat now." Sock turned around with about 10 rolls in his mouth and gave Boxer a hard glare." Alright, Alright. Eat anything you like."
Over night Sock grew enormous and round. He broke through Boxer's room knocking him outside.
"What's the goddamn deal!" Boxed yelled angrily. He gaped at Socks unnatural size." Holy shit man, what happened!? You're left ass cheek is bigger than a minivan!"
"I just woke up like this." Sock said his voice coming out husky.
"Well dude I'm gonna do like I said and laugh my ass off." He did just that." I don't even think grease will get you're fat ass out the door!" He said while laughing.
While Boxer was laughing Chick was struck with lightning. Just then Brassiere arrived.
"Angels, we got us a problem!" She stared at boxer for a moment. She pulled a rope and a projection screen knocked Boxer out of the way. " people all over Daten City are becoming obese." She lectured.
"That was my face you twat! "Boxer groaned.
"If they grow anymore rolls they could become their own nation. This is all being caused by a cake." She presented on the screen.
"That's the cake Sock was eating when he went all ape shit."
"There are tiny bacteria inside the yeast that increase the body fat 10 times the normal rate. This must be the work of a Ghost! " Brassiere stated firmly.
"So a Ghost had to do with Sock growin' like a marshmallow in the microwave. Ya' hear that Socko?"
"I'm going to murder whoever did this to me." Sock growled before he broke out from the church.
"Alright Sock, let's go Indiana Jones on these assholes." Boxer cheered.
Boxer rolled Sock down the streets crushing all cars in their path.
"Wahahahaha!" The ghost Hell Pound yelled as she squeezed frosting from her breast. "A fabulous finishing touch! Now, my adorable evil balls of germs! Turn everyone into overweight pigs! Obesity won't matter one bit when everyone's fat! No more dieting! Nary a worry if we all grow fat together! "
"Now we've caught your fat ass. So you're doing this 'cause you don't wanna diet."
"Who's there!?" The ghost turned to see Boxer standing near the door.
"Get ready for goddamn beat down! This bakery is shutting down!" Boxer said confidently.
"What rude little bastards you are! I don't know what your problem is, but I'm not gonna let you interfere! " the ghost grew more breast and began to squeeze them relentlessly. "Here comes mama's cream!"
"Oh shit! I don't wanna eat that crap!" Boxer screamed holding up his arms. He looked up noticing he hasn't been hit. Sock had been swallowing all the cream before it hit him." Phew, thought I was gonna blow up for a second. "
A giant halo appeared above Sock's head."O wicked spirit born of a lost soul in limbo; receive judgment from the garb of the Holy Virgin; cleansed of worldly impurities ; Return to Heaven and Earth. Repent!" Sock attacked the Ghost with his sword but no effect. He tried two more times and gave up." Oh, they stretched." He said tugging on his sock.
Boxer dropped on the floor." Dude that's an epic fail."
The Ghost emerged from the side of the building running of bystanders. "I refuse to stand for this charade! Now's my chance to escape! "
"Hold the fuck up! "Boxer yelled. He held his gun up the the stomach of the large Ghost." Life ain't all sugar and spice!
Unlike those cakes of yours!" He shot the Ghost without hesitation.
"I'm just big boned..." The Ghost screamed before exploding.
"I guess she was a manifestation of every woman who's ever had to diet." Boxer states picking up the four Heavens.
"It's hard on everyone. "Sock said. After a few seconds he deflated to his normal size.
"Oh ,you're back to normal. "
Sock rubbed his hands against his waist and smiled.
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"You never learn . Don't come bitching to me when you're the size of a house again."
"It's fine now. I'm not gonna cry about every ounce of weight I gain. Self control isn't my style. I'll eat how much I want to whenever I want to."
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