'Twas a good meal, Yongmoon thought as his eyes drooped. The last view he had was his distended stomach gurgling and wriggling vigorously as it absorbed the food bloating it out so wide, and turning it into fatty material to make his stomach grow in both size and weight.

His lids shut heavily as he let his tongue loll out in satisfaction. Already he felt the weight piling on, further ensuring his spot on the floor. Faintly, he wondered if the bean-bag under him was still in existence.

Art by the ever-so-fatastic