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"How much did I eat, exactly?", asks the overflowing furry water balloon that used to be a trim and slim Fred. You don't answer right away ... the two of you are slowly making your way back to the booth where you were sitting, and guiding his weight with your own is all you can handle. Fred has obviously grown too large to fit between the bench and the table anymore, so he leans against the table, resting his over-sized paunch on top of it, sending it flowing over half of the surface.
"What do you mean, 'how much'?", you inquire in disbelief. "You ate everything!" You exhale and squeeze yourself into the booth ... your own belly, though much smaller than Fred's, does its best to flow over and under the edge that digs into it.
"Well", he answers rather shamefacedly, "I never remember how much I eat when I binge. It's like I just blank out. Anyway", he continues, "this may actually be a good thing." He reaches to scratch an itch, sending ripples through his huge sack of belly flab.
"How do you figure that?"
"Well, now that I'm this size, we can work off the weight together, and then maybe we can keep it off."
Fred looks like he's trying to be optimistic about things, but that actually doesn't sound like a bad idea. Besides, if Fred can work off all of that, you can surely work off your smaller paunch. "Ok, sounds like a plan. Now", you say as you shove yourself out of the booth's deathgrip, "if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have my breakfast." You slide slowly from the booth, heading for the lonely looking salad bar and leaving the gelatinous mountain of lupine flesh wobbling in the aisle. You soon return with a a small helping of greens ... small, in this case, meaning the whole salad bar ... and have your breakfast. Fred watches your every bite, looking pitiful.
After you finish, the two of you help each other out to the parking lot, leaving the manager crying at the door.
Written by Jack (edited by wanderer)