You decide to stay home. After all, you can always go to that restaurant for dinner. You walk over to your fridge, and survey your choices. Sliced meats, fruits, and various beverages fill the chilly shelves. However, your attention is caught by some bacon and eggs. You missed breakfast, why not have some now? You grab a couple eggs and a packet of bacon, walk over to the stove, and begin to cook. Your grumbling stomach leads you back to the fridge for a couple more eggs though. Why not a little more bacon too? Oh, and that sausage in the back, that looks good. You know what would go well with this, some toast. And you have been meaning to use up the last of that pancake mix.

You put each food in its place to cook, the bread in the toaster, the bacon, eggs, sausage, and pancake batter in pans on the stove. You look at the pancakes as they cook. They look very bland. Didn’t you have some chocolate chips in the pantry? Pushing things out the way to get to the chocolate chips, you spy some cookies on the shelf next to them. You grab them and start to eat them as you saunter back over to the stove. After all, you are really hungry, and it takes a little while for all this stuff to cook. You finish putting those delicious morsels of chocolate into the batter, and your toast pops up. Well, that’s inconvenient. If you wait until everything else is done, the toast will be cold. Who likes cold toast? “Nobody, that’s who” you think to yourself, slotting some more bread into the toaster, and buttering up what you already have to eat now.

Everything takes a little longer than you expected, and your toaster is a powerful one. You go through two whole loaves of bread and have started on your third by the time it’s all done. Adding the rest of the bacon, eggs, and sausage in your fridge to what was already cooking certainly didn’t speed matters up, but the mouth-watering aromas coming from your stove made you a bit dubious that what you already had was good enough.

You lay your spread out onto the table as you toss the packaging from your fourth package of cookies into the trash can. It covers almost your entire table, but there is a barren corner. It doesn’t look right, having that bit of tablecloth exposed. Maybe some fruit? Yeah, that goes with breakfast. And it’s healthy, to boot! You throw some in a bowl, and then sit down and begin your feast, starting, of course, with that delicious bacon you have been craving ever since you saw it in your fridge. You shovel some eggs and bacon onto your plate, and just as quickly shovel it into your hungry mouth. The bacon, eggs, and sausage are soon demolished, forever disappeared down your throat. Disappointed at how fast it went, you pull the fat stack of flapjacks in front of you and start drizzling them with syrup. “The chocolate chips were definitely a good idea” you think, mentally patting yourself on the back for remembering them. The pancakes are soon gone, along with the toast, the fruit, and the extra package of cookies you brought with you. You also downed two gallons of milk during the whole meal, and after finishing off your last glass, you lean back and let out a large belch. You continue to lean back in your chair for a few minutes, smiling and contentedly patting your belly as it churns.

Suddenly, you snap out of your blissful reverie as you realize that you are patting your belly directly. There is no shirt separating it from your hand. Looking down, you see the taut sphere your stomach has become. Gasping, you rush to the bathroom and jump onto the scale. When the wildly fluctuating needle finally settles, you see it read two hundred pounds! You ate forty pounds of food in one sitting! Amazed at yourself that you could even accomplish such a feat, you realize that you are definitely not going out to that restaurant. No, you can’t go out in this condition. Looks like you are spending this weekend in the house, working off your newfound weight, however much of it sticks anyway. You groan, realizing that before you do anything, there is a pile of dishes waiting out in the kitchen for you to clean. Grumbling, you start to scrub the leftovers of your hefty meal off over the bulk of your stomach.


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