Who said salad was healthy for you?

Your hunger becomes unbearable and you grab the leaves out of the roo's paw. You stuff them down your greedy gullet and lay down as you let out a large belch.

The phantom kangaroo slowly fades out of existence as you wonder what that was all about. You get up and start hopping back to your car when your stomach begins to rumble. You look down at your furred stomach as it loudly and furiously growls at you.

Before you have the chance to react your stomach quickly starts blowing up with fat. You gasp as your belly begins to slowly peak out of your increasingly tighter shirt. You feel your arms and legs thickening as your plump rump fills up more of your pants than before.

Sweat starts rolling down your body as you attempt to get back to your car. Your energetic hopping turning into slow and lethargic waddling. You begin laboriously panting as even a simple action like breathing becomes a struggle.

Eventually you make it back to your car, feeling like you're on the verge of passing out. You lean against your car to take a breather and check the damage. You look into your car's mirror.

How bad is it?

Written by an anonymous author

It's pretty bad...

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