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Poor Conan, being de-aged was bad enough, but childhood obesity is just too much!
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Controls himself, he already overindulged yeste...

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As he looked at the meal he felt something within him want to suddenly eat. He didn't know what it was but what he did know was that he wanted to eat and eat until he was absolutely stuffed.

It was like the food on the table was teasing him, wavering the delicious smells coming from it around his nose, pragtically asking him to eat them. Conan knew that this wasn't quite normal of him, so as much as he wanted to just sit and eat he decided not to, for he had already eaten a lot the day before and didn't want to get a stomach ache.

Then, without Conan's awareness, out of the kitchen came Mrs. Kojima, a smile on her plump round face. "Oh Conan-kun good morning" she said happily. "Good morning Mrs. Kojima" Conan said. Mrs. Kojima however, had quite a lovely smile on her face, a smile a mother would give to her child.

"Oh Conan-kun you must be hungry" she said smiling, her plump arms together with her fingers clasping together. "Um well actually I didn't want to- he wanted to finish but Mrs. Kojima insisted with her motherly ways. "Don't be shy, your welcome to eat anything you want here at our house" Conan knew that he couldn't resist such a hospitable gesture, so naturally he agreed to eat. "Ok Mrs. Kojima" he said. She smiled back at him, looking happy toward the cute little now 7 year old who would probably remain that way if he did not find a cure for his age regression.

While Conan was walking toward the table he noticed Mrs Kojima stayed close behind him to give him a good seat. He sat on the chair with only half his head showing above the table to see but only slightly above his plate seeing as he was so short. Seeing that he and Mrs Kojiwa were the only ones here he knew that Genta and the rest of the family were still upstairs in bed or preparing. As he prepared to put a piece of bread on his plate with his little hands, Mrs. Kojiwa grabbed his plate and filled it high with yummies. He saw that she had placed mostly sweets like cake, cookies, and chocolate, not the most nutritous breakfast in the world.

"Um, Mrs Kojiwa, maybe I'll get something a little bit um... healthier" he said, trying not to make her feel sad. "Oh nonsense Conan, the way I see it, you need sweets to grow a bit" Conan couldn't believe it. (Why would she deliberately make me eat sweets) he wondered to himself. He didn't want to upset her, but he also didn't want to have so much sugar injested into him. "Now eat, I want to see that plate empty" she said, placing the plate in front of him. Her face showed a stern look. It would seem that she was seriously intent on having him eat sweets for breakfast. Conan took a bite out of a slice of cake, savouring its sweetness, lettining the cream swish on his mouth and humming to the taste. It was hypnotizing, as though the food was telling him to chew and swallow with every bite. The whole time though, Mrs Kojiwa looked with a satisfying smile. Although he didn't notice it before Mrs. Kojiwa had changed a bit from her kind motherly demeanor to a strict one, and it was clear that she wanted Conan to grow the way she and her family did.
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