Just a couple of copyright quickies

iCarly

“D-Do you think this is a good idea for a skit? Seems kinda...” Sam tightened the final wrist strap on the table, completely cementing Carly’s wrists in place,“Weird.”

Sam rolled her eyes at Carly’s weak protest, “I told ya. This is what people are into nowadays! This’ll get us two, maybe, three million hits before you know it.”  Sam patted her brunette friend and co-host on the head before she started tinkering with the camera, “Now sit there and look pretty cause we are about to hit the big time!” Sam pecked the record button on the camera, “Hey, faithful fans! It’s iCarly! We got your suggestions and requests and have fully prepared today’s event for what was voted most popular.” Sam turns the camera toward the bound Carly who stiffly waves to the camera.

“Hey-ULP”, the hose leading to its mysterious machine stopped her talking, “For today’s video request we have ‘Force Feed Carly over one hundred pounds of potato salad’ suggested by Tumblrtard001. That’s kinda cooky isn’t it, Carly?” The blonde asked her co-star who muttered something about one hundred pounds and if Sam had lost her mind, “Eh. Blame the voters.” Sam walked over to the pump and pressed the start button, which had began feeding the potato salad through the tube.

“Now, while we wait for the feeder to empty. I’ve got something exciting for the viewers while we wait.” Sam turned the camera to a small, confused looking boy, “Everybody give a big round of applause to...what’s yer name squirt?” The boy opened his mouth only to cough, “I’M JEFFERY AND I CAN HOLD MY BREATH WHILE DRAWING THE ENTIRE UNITED STATES MAP UPSIDE DOWN WANNA WATCH?”, the boy then held his breath within his puffed cheeks, lifted his shirt, and began sketching the entire U.S. map upside down with a marker. From memory too!

“GOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGO!”

-Much Time Later-

Sam takes hold of the camera which had been aiming toward a picture of the US map, “Alright, folks how’s about you give it up for our talented guest, Jeffy!” Sam then pointed the camera toward Jeffery who laid passed out on the floor with a half drawn US map on his chest, “Uhhh...”, Sam turned to the camera smiling, “Now, lets turn to Carly who has about now finished all one hundred pounds of potato salad.”

Sam moved out of the camera lens and next to Carly who looked bloated beyond belief. Her belly had become firm and dome like with the calorie dense potato salad expanding it. Sam give Carly’s plush midsection a gentle pat while she cradled her friend’s head, “How ya feelin’, big girl?” All Carly could muster was a belch and a measly, “So...full...”

“I bet”. Sam smirked when she noted how fuller Carly’s breast looked when trapped in that shirt that dug into the soft, uncovered flesh. She admired how Carly had gained enough arm flab to where it popped through the seam on her shirt and the sight of Carly’s belt practically spilt in halves from the sudden expansion. Sam had to resist the temptation of sinking her teeth into Carly’s meaty thigh that threatened to rip through her now four sizes to small jeans.

“Alright, folks. You got what you wanted. Goodnight!” With that Sam again pressed the record button and shut off the camera.

“Sam-huff-don’t you...think that was a bit sudden. They-”, the blonde pressed her lips onto the bloated brunette, quieting her concern, their tongues tango’d, “Hush, big girl,” Sam kneaded Carly’s love handles betwexnst her finger, “Were about to have some fun.”

“Sam~”

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Scooby Doo

“Uh, Daphne. You probably should lay off on the cupcakes. We don’t know what are in those things or how long they’ve have been sitting in here. They could be a decade old!”, the geeky detective hollered to the other room and shifted her glasses examining one of the many cupcakes that were strewn about the spooky mansion.

Velma took extreme caution and careful measures to this mission as she did with every other one, but her companion and fellow detective had scoffed at the notion of a famous baker’s specter, “Right. What did he do? Fell in the oven and get baked in a pie. Take it easy, Velma, it’ll be a, eheh, CAKE-walk.” Daphne joked before entering the mansion. Five minutes into the investigation she had came upon a lone cupcake perched on the coffee table, she had ignored it at first, but skipping lunch to make it here before traffic made avoiding the cupcake on hell of a task.

“Just one.”

Daphne licked her fingers free of globs of icing and instantly started eating another cupcake despite her friends warning, “I don’t see what could be so bad about these things! No wonder why Shaggy and Scooby binge eat all the time! Old haunted house food is...to DIE for! Hahaha.” Using her magnifying glass, Velma scanned the bookshelf for any hardcovers with a suspicious amount of finger prints when a cupcake had come into sight. She held it in her hand to examine it, “How could this even exist? The baker kicked the bucket fourty years ago...suppose one couldn’t hurt.” Daphne inched the cupcake close to her mouth when before Daphne waltzed into the room. Behind her thick glasses, Velma’s eyes shot as wide as dinner plates. The cupcake plopped to the floor, her jaw dropped with it.

With all the mysterious addictive substances and preservatives in the cupcakes, Daphne hadn’t noticed the effect that it had on her. For starters, her trademark dress had ridden up her wider form. Daphne’s beloved slim waist had transformed into a rotund gut with scrumptious love handles that resides above her thick thighs. The pink stockings that she wore all the time had ripped and torn with fat oozing out at certain spots, especially around the rear where her butt had began eating up most of the fabric.

Daphne flicked a few crumbs that landed on her bosom that now rivaled Velma’s amazing bust by two cups. Adjusting her glasses again to make sure that she was seeing things right, she tried to formulate a sentence that could gently break the news to Daphne, but it was hard to break her concentration from the exposed fair flesh of Daphne’s rubenesque figure.

“Um,” Velma cleared her throat, “Daph-”. Daphne , somehow not minding her dress that currently hugged the top half of her upper body, wiped her mouth of frosting from her fattened face and bit into another cupcake, “Yeah. Yeah. I know the mystery, but you really gotta try this, they’re addicting!”

“Actually that may be the-mph.” Velma’s warning was interrupted by a cupcake filling her mouth, “Pwobwem.”

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Rapunzel

“I’m so glad my baby is enjoying my baking.”

Mother Gothel patted her daughter’s turgid stomach. After catching her daughter, yet again, trying to escape from the tower window, Mother Gothel felt as though she needed to resort to more drastic measures other than fabricating lies to keep her “daughter” a secret. In the shady part of town she came across a merchant who sold exotic spices from exotic lands. He introduced her to savory sugar which made anyone who tasted whatever the spice was mixed into comeback unrelentlessly for more.

Ever since making this discovery a few months back, Gothel has been happy to bake whatever her daughter wished. The blonde with mile long hair, Rapunzel, had become a slave to the flavor and requested her mother make treats everyday.

“How could I not, mother.” Rapunzel replied with a mouthful of pie, “These pies you made are so DEVINE! You just have to tell me the recipe!” Gothel pinched the blonde’s chubby cheek and patted her stomach that had grown in the shape of a dome. She made note of how the cross stitching along the midsection was given way to the increasing amount of flesh.

“Oh, Daughter dear, I thought I resewed your dress a few days ago! I swear you might burst out of that thing any second.” Gothel giggled knowing full well what’s happening, “Here, I’ll go get more fabric and ‘secret ingredient’.”

Rapunzel’s meaty arm wiped away the filling from her mouth, “Could you get more stitching for the...bra...” Right around the chest area of her many shades of purple dress were two soft and large mounds of breast flesh that were as round as two big farm grown wtermelons, “Sure thing. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon!” Gothel threw on her red hood and scaled down the tower, toward the shady part of town. Rapunzel finished her pie and waited a good moment until she knew Mother was a ways away, “Alright! Time to go into town!”

Rapunzel stood up on her stocky legs and plump feet. In her line of sight was the window, to where she intended to sneak out. She walked...more like waddled with her wide hips swaying to the opening. She breathed in deep, “Here goes-” Rapunzel gathered her hair and tossed it over the hook to use as a hoist and when her golden locks had bundled onto the ground the prepared to dive out and clutch onto her strands, “Nothing-!”

Rapunzel’s lunge forward was cut off, but a sudden halt in momentum. She flailed her fatty limbs about only to realize the her figure had wedged within window. Her hips much too wide and belly far too round to make a daring escape, only make an interesting sight for Mother Gothel to see when she comes home.
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TMNT

“Five pizzas down-urp-another six to go.”

April O’ Niel wiped the tomato paste from her chin with the sleeve of her yellow jumpsuit and rubbed her overly full stomach. She certainly wasn’t used to feeling this firm, distendedness that came from her stomach that filled her lap.

With some sort of strange bad luck/good luck April had received a grand order of pizzas deliver to her house...on the house! From whom? She couldn’t tell or necessarily give a damn, it was about time she had kicked back and relaxed after all the wacky mutant filled adventures she’d been through.

With empty four pizza boxes stacked on her coffee table and her favorite soap opera having a marathon, she knew she was in store for quite a day, yet, and here’s the bad luck part, she felt that she had scarf down all the pizza before the turtles would come over and bring mischief with them too. Well, that was something she had told herself, not willing to accept she had fallen victim to the pizzas addictive ingredients. The turtles or real turtles couldn’t really smell pizza from miles away.

“S-stupid j-jumpsuit,” the reporter tugged at the ill-fitting fabric for the umpteenth time. April paid no mind to the fact that she had bloated herself with thousands of calories worth of cheesy, gooey goodness. No, it had to be something else, like-like a stupid experiment from the Krang or something, “Yeah, the Krang...those fiends.” Additionally, she thought, was she truly fattening up or was it some kind of delayed shrinkage her clothes were experiencing form the wash. It had to be the latter. It was the only logical solution.

ZRRRRAP!

The zipper of April’s favorite outfit had cascaded downward. Completely unable to withstand the sudden shift in girth. Even though she was all alone, April tried to hold the sides of the jumpsuit to cover her exposed jugs, “Crud, I don’t know what this pizza did to me, but-”

DING DONG

April peered out of the window and saw the same pizza delivery car as before accompanied by steps coming up the stairs, “W-wait m-more pizza?! I can’t possibly...” the basil seasoned aroma came into the house and enticed her nostrils, “Well, a few more couldn’t hurt. It tastes delicious after all.”