Keep on eating.

The lady mutters a few words under her breath, and you get a bit hungry. You start eating again. "Well....", you think to yourself, "I can fit a few more bites in."

A few minutes later, you feel content, but you keep eating anyway. It almost doesn't seem like you have control. Your stomach feels a little tighter with each swallow, but you ignore that. These are just so GOOD.

You keep eating, focusing solely on the taste. You barely notice your stomach feeling tighter and tighter, then spreading. "Mmmmm..." you say.

An hour later, you finally slow eating, and then stop. "Funny," you think, "I could have sworn I was in a cottage." You check yourself out. "And I could have sworn I was a hundred pounds thinner." Of course, you've grown a bit, your stomach taking the brunt of the damage.

"Oh, kitty-cat..." you hear...

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