Logan groaned as he sat up in bed. He had just woken up, feeling groggy. Logan had been doing nothing but eating and watching t.v. for two weeks. Luckily for him he had a supernatural metabolism. He hadn't gained a pound. All Logan noticed so far had been increasing reluctance to move along with a greater capacity for food.
Patting his stomach he once again headed downstairs in his boxers as part of his current daily routine. He never paused long enough to see his own reflection in the mirror. Never saw the looseness of his body, or the fading of his muscles.
After an overly large but filling omelette. Alright not so filling. At least not anymore. It now took Logan four large omelettes to fill what had previously been easily filled by one.
Logan fell asleep after quietly flicking through the channels on the t.v. and finding nothing that caught his interest. It had been half an hour since he woke up but it was already noon. None of the shows that entertained him were on at noon.
When he woke up Logan headed for the kitchen and ate his way through nineteen tacos, loaded with sour cream, lettuce, meat, cheese, and tomatoes. dessert consisted simply of a pint of ice cream.
He returned to the television with four bags of potatoe chips and a can of dip. He sat there for a few hours before finishing the chips (and a few other snacks he found) and heading for dinner. His dinner consisted of a large serving bowl filled with spaghetti, a foot long sub-sandwich, with a dessert including a large batch of cookies.
Stuffed from his now daily feasting Logan headed upsairs and shortly passed out.....
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