Brian was soooo hungry. He hardley noticed what anyone else was doing. he didn't even notice that his t-shirt was riding halfway up his bloated gut. Even more amazing was that he didn't notice that most of his 'bloated' gut, was fat. He had to keep eating, the need to eat was just to strong for him to even consider resisting.
Mark, the cheerleader, noticed how enthusiastic Brian was being about eating, so he decided to go see how he was doing. Mark walked up behind him, and smiled softly.
"Hows you feeling porky?" he said with a smirk.
Brian just grunted and kept eating.
"Your going to be so amazed at what you find after this breakfast is over." He said. "You'll be sorry you crossed me."
Brian wasn't sure what was going on, he heard Mark talking to him, but the words just didn't seem to click right now. All that really mattered was the food. He had to have more.
"You know, I think you need some help." Mark said. "Try some of this." He pulled out a bottle of syrup from his backpack and dumped it onto the remainder of Brians pancakes.
Brian just kept eating, but as soon as he had some of the new syrup, he felt something strange, some wierd feeling growing out from his gut. Suddenly, everything in Brians head made sense, and he realized what he was feeling. he stood up from his chair and....
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