"Hey there, has anyone see my feet? I haven't seen them in..." Heheheh, I can never finish saying that with a straight face or even when I'm just thinking it. Hard to say if all my eating has finally broke my metabolism for good or maybe it finally hit me that I have superceded obese and can't think of a real word anymore to describe just how fat I have become. Either way, it just feels soooo gewd that my tail can't stop wagging. At least I think it can't stop. It's so hard to see what's behind me especially when I'm constantly fixated on the endless amounts of food I am eating. I can't even feel if my tail is wagging as any motion sends every inch of my fat frame into a wobble like my jaw munching on some food. The point is, I am such a blob now my feet are barely able to move beyond a sluggish shuffle and I can't help loving it despite the fact my mobility is likely to leave me even in spite of my draconic strength. My fat belly and rear already rub on the ground and soon my feet may be lifted off it if they just don't have enough strength to move me anymore first.

This mobility issue does still make me feel a little worried, though it seemed to delight my friends to know that pretty soon I wouldn't be able to walk. They say they'll make sure to take care of me, but why do I get the strange feeling they like the idea that I'll be helpless to do anything when they come to feed me. Nah, I'm overthinking things cause I eat everything they feed me already. I eat all the food at buffets and have ended up on the banned list for many of them too. I think I can sneak into them again though, since my face is swollen with so much fat now I can hardly be recognized by even photos of me from several weeks ago.

Anyway, the REAL reason I was so nervous was because if I'm immobile then I won't be able to go trick-or-treating or rather treat-and-eating since I never pull tricks and eat all my candy before I get home. If I am this slow, I won't be able to get candy or at least no more than candy from my next door neighbor's house and only once if I'm too fat to change into different costumes. But once again, my friends came through with a simple solution. They got a wagon sturdy enough for all my bulk. We gave it a test and despite how many pounds I am (maybe they can take me to a truck scale at some point) the wagon held up perfectly fine. My friends were also ready with costumes and chose a theme, Final Fantasy characters. Yure was going as a Moogle and despite feeling a bit embarrassed by the poofball on his head he looked so adorable. Thomas was going as a Tonberry, emphasis on the ton part. Luke is going as a Bomb. I think he picked that one because he figured it'd be extra warm to wear. We all thought Snow would go as a Black Mage, since he's practically dressed as one all the time anyway, but he wanted something less obvious so he is going as a Cactuar. I wasn't sure why he chose that till he told me he'll try and be careful not to poke me with his needles. I think my rump is gonna get poked a lot in the coming night, though that is true anytime Snow is around. Kill got to be a Mimic... All I can say is that does seem very fitting for him. All that remained was my costume and while I didn't think I could find one to fit me, they came through with a costume big enough for me. I was going to be a Fat Chocobo. They helped me try it on and suddenly were saying I looked so freaking adorable with it on. My whole face was flushed pink when they kept going on about it, but luckily we had to start heading out to get candy soon and stopped. The last thing they did before being on our way was draw straws to see who was going to be lucky enough to pull the cart tonight.

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