Fatquake!

You decide to try the nightstand for another pencil.

"Hurry! I can already feel it coming on!" says Fred in a frantic tone.

"I'm trying!" you wimper as you continue to rummage through the nightstand. After about a minute of trying, you find something!

"I think I found one!" you exclaim. But much to you and the spherical Fred's horror, the precious pencil was unsharpened!

"Ugh..." Fred moans as your balloon bellies begin to rumble again. No good. Your stomach begins to swell violently, and in a short moment, your bloated paunch presses against Fred's. Fred's colossual stomach seems to be far worse than yours, his belly had became completely spherical, and it lifted him up near the celing. It seemed like he was just 4 limbs and a head attached to a giant balloon.

"Oh man... we're done for." Fred sighs through incountable folds of muzzle fat. Just then...

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