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Can't Stop

You are not sure how you got back to Fred's that night, or how you managed to fit through the doors. What you do remember is finishing all the pasta in the Italian restaurant, only to go across the street to a Chinese Buffet and do the same. You have no more control, you can't stop eating, and every bite shows on you.

You sit against the wall in the guest house on the floor, a video game controller in hand as you do the only thing you can think of to take your mind off food. Your stomach fills a good portion of the room, even threatening to encroach on your view of the screen. Even holding the controller requires a bit of a stretch due to the chest and arm padding in the way. Your legs are splayed out, your stomach all but pinning them in place. If you had a muzzle, it is all but vanished due to massive cheeks and chins, which wobble at the slightest motion against your shoulders. There is a ton of takeaway boxes collected around you, where you ordered stuff and continued your binge, even as you play. But you can't stop yourself.

Fred walks down the stairs from the main house, yawning, not having seen you quite yet. "Getting an early start?" he says absently as he walks to the fridge, only to find it empty. "Hmmm, we need to go pick up some food," he calls. "Yeah," you call back, "Could you get me a few dozen pizzas?"

"Ha, ha, very funny," he says, as he walks into the room. Then he stops, frozen in place, staring at you in disbelief. You don't pause a beat, swinging the controller to one side, causing the rest of you to wobble like a jello mold. "Wha... what happened?" says Fred, still staring. You grab a cup wedged into a fold of you fat and take a long drink from the straw. "I beat your high score," you say, before spotting a donut trapped in a love handle. "No... I mean, what happened to you?" you place the controller on your chest and try to bend for the donut, hardly able to bend as bunches of rolls stand between you and your prize. "Well... I... whhooooaaa!" you say, as you lose balance, your body rolling forward like an avalanche of flab. The donut falls before you, and you are left resting one your bed sized stomach, reaching for it in vain, "Fred.... can you get that..." you say, still pawing at the air. Fred picks it up, "I think you've had enough," he says.

"No really Fred, I need that donut," you say, looking at it wildly.

"No, I think you..."

"GIVE ME THE DAMN DONUT FRED!!!!" you yell in a voice Fred has never heard before.

Fred is so taken aback he automatically hands it to you, and you stuff it in your mouth, but with your other hand you grab Fred, even as you chew and swallow, and look at him manically, "Stop me Fred, I can't stop eating!" you say, then spot a box of pizza you somehow missed. "Oh, pizza!" you say, letting go of Fred and rolling on your side to snatch it. You end up on your back, your stomach settling on you as you begin stuffing slice after slice into your mouth. "Please... Fred... you gotta...." you wheeze your breath short from the weight on our lungs and the pizza you are cramming in your mouth, "Order... more... pizza!" you say, as you finish the last slice.

Fred looks scared. But finally he runs to the phone and begins dialing a number...


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