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At first you can't tell what the heavy weight is, likely due to your dazed state. But the moment you stand up it becomes obvious what it is...it's your belly.
Your large plump belly jiggles like jello as you awkwardly stand up. When your belly finally settles you can plainly see that you're pretty rotund.
Your paunch spreads out in front of you like a beanbag chair strapped to your stomach. It pooches out of your shirt by a good margin and slightly wobbles as you move. It feels soft to the touch and as you feel around with your paws you notice that it sags over the waistband of your pants.
Speaking of your clothes, you notice that they're much tighter than they used to be. Your shirt is squeezing your now noticeable moobs, constricting your bloated neck, and straining against your thick arms.
Your pants are in an even worse state, at least your shirt was mostly intact! Your pants have large tears running down the legs, your thick legs and thighs threatening to burst out. The seat of your pants has appeared to have torn as well, your underwear covered rear wobbling through it.
You've become a fatass, I guess eating all that greasy and fattening fast food *would* do that to you. But despite eating that obscene amount of food...your already starting to feel hungry again. I guess you have the same lighting fast metabolism as Scott...Scott! You almost forgot about the roo!
You don't see him anywhere and you don't think he went back to your car. Realizing that your wallet is missing and that almost all of the food has been devoured, you know there's only one place he could've gone.
You wade through the piles of trash as fast as you can (picking up a stray fry or a half eaten burger or two to snack on along the way) and waddle your fat ass into the building. You step into the building, sweat rolling down your face from all that exercise, and see something shocking.
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