Runt begins to walk away as he says "I need regular balloons now, about 20 of them for the one stand." With a gleeful burst chef demone' says "but of course! I'll make a lighter side of the Buffett!" And snapped his fingers making another table appear, a sign with clouds on it saying "lighter fare" runt just walked through the doors saying "do as you please, just get me my balloons!" And pushed through as a group of over muscled guys began to crowd into the door. There iq already decreased they tried to fit through at once, and made the doorframe creak as they got stuck. "For crying out loud!" Runt exclaimed making the door now a double door.
They all fell in, 20 in at once, and picked themselves up, feeling heavy and sluggish with all there muscle. The one said "look! Diet food! Lighter stuff!" And they all huddled around the Buffett like a pile of lineman hearing a free all you can eat wings. Chef demone' clapped his hands and rubbed as they stuffed themselves, there bodies feeling lighter as they did. One of them belched and saw his muscles seemed to loose definition more. He looked around as the others belched and farted, they too looking less defined, there bellies beginning to look like offensive lineman. He shrugged, not caring, and began to keep shoveling in. As they fattened up, they began to change colors, there skin matching the food they ate . One who began to look more white in color began to get a rounded out body. He lumbered around craving things clear in color, his skin becoming clearer and more see through. The others were more transfixed on the blues, reds and greens of the food, there bodies looking overly fat as the cloths stretched to the point there seems ripped. The one waddling down the line began to giggle, his voice becoming more high pitched. The others shrugged there shoulders as a hissing noise filled the room. The clear one began to feel so light and carefree, and bounced his weight around towards the chef. Between gulps of clear food, he mustered in a high pitched voice "I loves yo food!" Chef just giggled as his cloths fell to the floor, his body clear and see through as he swelled like the rest. The man put his pudgy see through hands to his body in embarrassment but they no longer reached there. Instead he hobbled around, bouncing up and down as his body swelled.
His iq began to disappear with the air that filled him, and he began to look like the others who already began to round out and float with a light his. The one giggled lightly, his voice filled with helium as his head stretched and moved. Soon he was rounded out and floated to the air. The clear one began to see the others float and bounce off the ceiling, bid round balloons that looked like something for the weather. He no longer had a brain and just hopped around like a reflex. As he slowly began to lift off the ground, his body rounded out as well. His see through head became less noticeable as it disappeared with the swelling, matching the rest of his body. He bounced of the ceiling and began to move around with the others in a flock. Chef demone' called the slaves who grabbed them with a latter, there little openings making raspberries as they tried to catch them and tie a string to them. Finally with a huff the slaves had collected them all, there strings tugging as they tried to float away again. Runt came back in and nodded to chef as he took the balloons the front entrance, making the doors colorful as he watched the balloons bounce against the glass of the door, trying to escape with the wind