You decide to eat some of the clay - you think that’s what the little wizard said. Just before you do, you look down at your bulging stomach. You realise that you had never really looked at the muscular you, before this hunger hit, so, despite a rumbling tummy, you get up and go to the mirror in the hallway. Admiring yourself in the full-length, you bend and flex a couple of times, noting that, already, your gut has grown into a small ball, and you have the start of love handles. The rest of your truly impressive muscles are covered in a thin layer of fat. You think to yourself, “Well, let’s see what this looks like with a bit of padding.”
You continue back to the kitchen, where the half-finished lasagna calls to your hunger. You pull out the ball of clay, and tear off a small amount, about the size of a small cookie. In fact, the clay looks very much like cookie dough, though when you pop it in your mouth, it doesn’t taste like that at all. Eww.
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