Her stomach growling even harder this time, Franziska found herself devouring about all the food in her little fridge. She was just so hungry...she couldn't even explain it. 'Maybe something's wrong with my metabolism...' Franziska wondered as she finished off all of her chocolate cake. When she was finally done, Franziska collapsed in her chair and belched (which was something she would never do, not even in private).
Unbuckling her outfit, Franziska's small stuffed belly rolled out onto her lap and laid there heavily. Smiling, Franziska patted her gut a bit before someone suddenly walked into the room...
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