A rumble happened deep within him, a rumble he couldn't ignore. He was hungry, it drove him, it blinded him, he thought of nothing else but to feed his face with the oddest of things. He could still walk relatively unrestricted but chose to waddle as best as he imagined to the kitchen and dug into salt and vinegar chips that he dipped in chocolate.
He finished the family sized bag with fervor ending with a burp then choosing to down the bottle of chocolate sauce right after. For most people they wouldn't be able to finish the bag and go back for more but Shawn here was eating for more than just himself, possibly more than just one extra he didn't know, but he went into the fridge and started pulling out various things to stack onto the leftover pizza, which he decided to eat cold.
Soon half the food he found was eaten, and he was full. He sat there on his knees rubbing his belly gently letting out quick and loud burps.
"Oh man that was so much," he looked down at his pregnant form, his tee-shirt, and belly a huge mess of crumbs and various sauces "I have made such a mess of myself, but it was so worth it."
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