Mutual Weight Gain Interactive Story

Suggest commands after the section of text is over to continue the story, ala /qst/. Since this story is about MWG, I'd imagine you'd want to direct the story to that goal. Depending on your command, the story's length shall flux. Don't be too unrealistic with the commands.
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>I tell him we should do a food challenge: three large pizzas, fifry wings, and a two liter soda. If we finish in ninety minutes its free, and we get tshirts.

	"Let's check out the website, first. I'm sure the menu would bring us some help for our hunger," Matt claimed, coming back to his computer. You leaned in by the side, your arm shifting itself on the right handle of the chair. "Pasqual's Pizzeria...I've had so many memories with it." Pasqual's Pizzeria was your local "Italian" pizzeria, famous for its wings, pizza, and both respectively. Your brother's favorite dish was the buffalo chicken pizza, where they top the pizza in saucy buffalo chicken and you enjoy it thoroughly, albeit with a little spicy throbbing in your tongue. You were never as much as a pizza entrepreneur as your bro was - you were lame, only having a slice of plain cheese pizza. You let yourself have some wings on the occasion, but you always preferred boneless. Matt clicked a few times before coming onto the link that would lead to the menu.

	The site let you view the menu and the place's phone number, typical for a restaurant's website. "Aha, here's the menu," Matt said, bringing his head closer to his dimly-lit monitor. "Turn up the brightness, Matt. I can't see!" Matt was briefly irked, knowing that his sister couldn't handle the most non-important of issues. "Ugh, fine, Maddie. Why should this even be a problem, in the first place?" Matthew had acclimated to the monitor's set brightness, as the shining summer light was all the radiance he needed. The simply-formatted menu grew whiter and brighter, in response.

	You and your brother scrolled through the list upon the screen, skimming through the possible lunch options, until your eyes flared up at the "FOOD CHALLENGE" section. You tapped Matt on the shoulder. "Hey, Matt! Look at this - there's a food challenges section." Matt navigated the cursor to where you were pointing, and highlighted the choice. "THREE FIFTY TWO," it read, and Matt read aloud what this challenge consisted of.

	"Are you ready to have your stomach filled to bursting with Pasqual Pizzeria's first and finest food challenge? Tackle three large pizzas (topping of your choice), fifty wings (sauce of your choice), and two liters of soda (your choice)! If you finish in ninety minutes, you eat FREE, even with a friend!" Your eyes dazzled as every word brought more and more excitement. "Wow, Matt! I never knew that Pasqual's Pizzeria offered these eating challenges." You arose from resting position on Matt's chair, and stood with a posture that a tornado couldn't knock down. "I've got it, Matt! For our first day during our summer vacation, we shall have a feast!" Your pompous voice didn't bring the same encouragement to Matt than it did for you.

	"Maddie, I think you underestimate how much food that is. I've never eaten more than a half of a large-sized pizza, and those slices were rather small. Why do you think both of us could down at least three times as much as that? Along with fifty wings to split, and a two liter soda to go along with it?" You dismissed your star-shaped stance. "It's not like something bad would happen if we didn't eat all of it. There's only two repercussions I can think of that would come from this; one, we might throw up, and two: we'd have to pay for it if we didn't finish. But it's an hour and thirty minutes, Matt! That's a lot of time. Plus, I'm sure they'd let us box the rest of the food for later enjoyment."

	"You're right, Maddie..." Matt sighed, and drooped his shoulders, before suddenly being rejuvenated. "We'll do it, Maddie. Since we can't eat here, I think it's time for a little drive down to Pasqual's." Matt once again pushed his chair and, and hastily attempted to turn off his monitor, which took a few tries at his speed. "Come along, then, Maddie." You were ecstatic. Such a feast of the common American junk food surely would bring enjoyment to you and Matt. A great lunch was up ahead...

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	You and your brother opened up the door to Pasqual's. Pasqual was located in the downtown suburbs, stuffed between two other buildings. A row of booths was present within the establishment, alongside a spanning counter to accommodate orders. It wasn't a slow day at Pasqual's, as a few other individuals sat at their tables enjoying or waiting for their respective meals. With a twisted grin, you and Matt both approach the counter. A young woman wearing a tank-top to fit the season is waiting patiently for customers, and you and your brother both come up to meet her.

	"Hi, yes, we'd like the - " "Three. Fifty. Two." The woman gasped. It hadn't been a while since a person, or even a pair had requested for it. However, it may have just been an act to suit the intensity of the meal. "Ma'am and sir, are you aware that this item is a food challenge?" You and Matt both nodded synonymous. "Right. The Three Fifty Two is not an easy meal to tackle. If you would like to pass the challenge, go ahead - but boxing up the leftovers to go is always an option." Matt kicked back and forth on the floor. "We're ready to handle whatever outcome may happen. So, what about payment?"

	Matt talks to the cashier about how handling the money is going to work, and you sit down upon an empty booth. Eventually, Matt comes along, and talks about the ordeal. "It's going to be around 45 minutes until it comes out. That's quite a bit." You rolled your eyes - 45 minutes wasn't much. "Sure, sure, whatever it takes to make the challenge." A groan from Matt's stomach briefly breaks up the conversation. "Oops, I forgot I didn't have breakfast. I suppose that's a good thing."

>What do you do to occupy yourself for 45 minutes?