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Red Eyes of Hunger

By the time Albert arrives, Fred is serving you your third pizza while you mindlessly play the game. The video games help distract you, but it is getting harder and harder to beat your own score when your chest keeps getting broader, and your arms keep swelling like water wings of the giant variety. Albert walks in just as you take the pizza from Fred, roll it up like a giant burrito, and shove the whole thing into your mouth before going back to playing. Even Albert gives pause to this unfettered display of gluttony.

"How...where is it all going," he says as Fred darts behind him, as if to hide from you, "He's three times as big as when I saw him last."

"I don't know, but he is getting worse, he threatened to eat me if I didn't get him more food, and I think he may be serious." Says Fred, terrified.

"Well, we can't have that..." says Albert, cracking his knuckles before walking up to you, turning the TV off as he passes. "Hey!" you cry as it is interrupted, dropping the controller which is instantly lodged into a roll of chest fat.

"You are cut off, starting now," says Albert, "No more video games, no more junk food, daily exercise, and NO more threatening to eat Fred."

"Albert, you got to turn it back on, I need..." You stammer, as you feel your stomach starting to growl.

"I'm not finished, you need to get off you butt, clean up this mess..." Says Albert, pushing past your pleads.

"No, you don't understand I need.... NEED TO EAT!" your tone changes once more, and this time your eyes flare red in color. Albert has no time to react as you suddenly belly flop on top of him, pinning him under your bulk as your mouth waters. You see a giant hot dog with scales, and open wide...

Only to have Fred hurl a box of donuts into it. You tear into it, rolling to one side as you grab at each sweet ring after another. Albert scrambles away as you do, getting out of rang and taking a few calming breaths. "Geez, what was that!?" he asks.

"I told you," says Fred, "It's like my curse, but worse, like exorcist level worse."

"MORE!" comes your voice as you finish the box, and reluctantly, Albert puts one into your reach, pulling his hand back quickly to avoid losing his hand in the process. You happily dig in, and Albert uses the distraction to roll you back up as Fred turns the TV back on.

"The games helping?" Asks Albert, coming to an understanding. "Barely," says Fred, "It slows down his eating, but not by much."

"You need to stop yourself!" yells Albert to you as you munch away, trying to get through to you. You pause for a moment and look at him, "But... Donut!" you say shoving the next to into your mouth. "Oh... I don't know how much more I can take," you say in a moment of lucidity before grabbing the controller still nestled in your flab and starting up your game again, feeling the floorboards creek as your slow spread takes up another millimeter of room space.

"This is way worse then your one," admits Albert, "We may need some professional help."


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