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Suddenly, as if someone was listening to your question, tons of restaurants appeared in front of you. You slam the brakes in surprise but your more surprised at how hungry you are, your stomach roaring with hunger. Scott starts salivating at the thought of all that food and given your own hunger, your inclined to do the same.
Pulling in to the closest restaurant, you immediately jump out and order, in your haste you don't notice the seemingly endless amount of cash in your wallet. You didn’t bother pulling Scott out of your car and you never saw what kind of restaurant you were even ordering from, you just didn't care, you needed food NOW!
It wasn't until you received your food that you finally figured out what kind of restaurant it was. Reaching your paw into the first bag you pull out a large greasy burger. Without a second thought you immediately shove it into your mouth. You carry a few bags back to your car to give to Scott.
Scott looks like he's in a daze, his eyes hollow and drool flowing out of his muzzle. He doesn't even acknowledge you as he reaches for the bags of greasy fast food and starts practically inhaling it. You decide it would be best to use this opportunity to move him out of your car.
You find it noticeably easier to move him this time around. You see that his stomach has shrunk, likely because he already digested the hot dogs, but that fast? It would explain why he's so hungry or why you feel a faint layer of pudge around his arms. But before you can observe anything else Scott belches and you lose your train of thought.
You quickly reach the tables and help your buddy sit down, just now noticing the empty fast food bags and wrappers littering the ground behind you. Your own hunger directing back to the window to grab more of the bags.
You gradually carry the bags back and forth between the window and your table. Scott seems happy to gorge on all the food you bring back to him. You find yourself munching on some of it as you do so, a burger there, some fries here, and a few sodas and shakes on the side. Even going out of your way to order even more food.
By the time you finally sit back down at the table, Scott's belly has grown larger than ever, practically making up the majority of his weight. You notice that faint layer of pudge from earlier has become more pronounced. His insanely fast metabolism turning the greasy fast food into instant fat.
But he's not the only one that's been gorging on fast food, you look down at your own body. Your once small stomach now sticks out of your shirt by at least a foot. The weight of your bloated belly only just now registering to you.
But that doesn't matter, after all...you're still hungry.
Sometime later you wake up in a pile of greasy wrappers and empty fry boxes. You feel like you've woken up from a night of excessive drinking and are just now feeling the consequences of it. There's something heavy on top of you, but your not sure what it is...
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