Stu felt himself get bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger, and fatter and fatter and fatter and fatter and rounder and rounder and rounder and rounder and rounder by the moment, and his uniform began to get strained.
Soon, he was now as round as Violet Beauregarde when she became a blueberry.
"Now I know how Violet Beauregarde felt!" he moaned.
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