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Spotting the crates through all of the confusion, you resort to doing the thing you did most recently...EAT, which actually seems comforting as it's the only thing you can think clearly enough to do. Everything in sight seems to look so good, but then disappears to quickly as it gets sucked into your seemingly bottomless pit of a stomach.
The madness doesn't stop quickly either, as you run out of ordered and prepared food to inhale, you spot the neighbor's hedges through the window. Aww, heck...Why not? You manage to waddle over to the window and poke your head out, munching on the lush, green, hedges outside.
Finally, you manage to calm down enough to focus on your situation, which has actually just gotten a lot worse. After eating nearly your entire living room and all of the neighbor's hedging, you look not only like a fully-grown draft horse, but a fully-grown draft horse that's swallowed about 3 airtanks. Your chest and shoulders are big and puffy, with layers and layers of fat lying on them; your stomach hangs about seven feet down, and spans at least five feet to either side; and your thighs make it look like you swallowed another horse, forcing your enormous butt-cheeks even further out to your rear, causing you to feel the cold wall pressing against them.
You fear the very thought of moving, so you force your swollen neck to bend to one side and see the kitchen mirror, confirming that feeling you have of "having eaten lead for breakfast".
You think to your self and find that you only have two options...A: Try to waddle to the door and fit your fat-@$$ through the doorway (not likely). Or B: Attempt to whinny and see if anyone can hear you.
Written by FatHorse
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