First you take a bite of the Whale Chops. Your body groans loudly. Many creaks can be heard inside. You hate to do this to yourself. Especially because of your immense weight already. How did you even get here? Why are you a fat bear? Have you always been a fat bear? Many questions dart around in your mind. But no answers.
In this brief period of thinking time you have eaten almost the whole box of Whale Chops.
Your belly jiggled onto the floor and out the door, you were massive, and you wanted to stop there, but you couldn't. You're an addict. You can't have enough of the food laid out before you.
You ignore the creaks and fizzes in your body while you messily devour the Cow Fat.
You close your eyes.
"I-I c-can-t st-o-p." You murmur through the large amount of food being stuffed in your maw.
Soon, your pants have almost reached the breaking point, same with your belt. You didn't wanna become an obese beast.
Your stomach grumbles, not out of hunger, but out of gas. A mighty fart propels you forward, tearing through the whole cell, you land on the ground. You groan in pain.
"Hmph, should of known, bears are always the hungriest and the gassiest ones..."
A mysterious female voice spoke. You look up to see a-
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