Wendy awoke the next morning with a groan. Yesterday's memories were a blur of gorging herself with various foods, all of which bursting with calories. Looking down, she saw her belly had grown; She had the beginnings of a potbelly.
She got on a shirt that showed a bit of belly, giving her a teeny muffintop, then bounded downstairs, her mom cooking a mountain of bacon. Her eyes lit up when a stack of sizzling meat was placed in front of her.
Upon finishing, she could swear she felt the fat pile on.
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