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You're fat. Again.

You wearily open your eyes and yawn, then sit up groggily. Your humungous gut lands with an audible 'plop' on your thighs, and you scratch it absent-mindedly before hauling yourself to your feet and heading to the closet. You pull a shirt from the rack, and attempt to button it up. Of course, it's about 24 sizes too small, not even making it past your breasts. You shrug it off, still tired, and lumber slowly over to the bathroom. After squeezing yourself through the door, you take a look in the mirror. Your four-chinned face stares sleepily back at you, covered in a thick fuzz of facial hair. You continue to stare at yourself dumb-foundedly for several minutes, then finally realise that something's wrong. You wash your face with cold water to wake yourself up, then look in the mirror again.

And then you realise that you're a fatass.

You recoil in shock, slamming into a shelf and knocking several bottles of shampoo to the ground. You rub your eyes and pinch yourself, but this is reality - you're really fat. As in REALLY fat. You grab your gut with chubby hands, and it rolls through your fingers like dough, before slipping past them and bouncing down towards the ground. You grimace at the feeling, and try to calm yourself down. You squeeze yourself out of the bathroom, and back into your room. You try finding some clothes that can fit you, but all you can find is a stretchy tee and shorts. You groan as you try to pull the fabric over your jiggling rolls of fat, and it springs straight back. You eventually give up and walk out into the hallway, hopefully to find Steve or the leprechaun. There's noone in sight though, so you just make your way downstairs. As you reach the ground floor, the smell of food wafts from the dining room, and you can't help but follow it. When you walk in, you find the table absolutely laden with food, and Steve stuffing his fat face. You're about to try and talk to Steve, when your stomach growls and you realise how hungry you are. And how tasty all that food on the table looks.

And the next thing you know you're eating everything in sight.

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